The burly man's face stiffened.
"I'm talking to you! Don't move! Hands up!"
The pitch-black muzzle was aimed at his face. He could even smell the overpowering gunpowder.
Where the fuck did this lunatic come from?
Faced with that firepower, the burly man slowly raised his hands.
Boom!!
A rocket slammed straight into him, erupting in a violent explosion.
The burly man was blown into chunks that scattered everywhere.
"I told you not to move, and you moved anyway. You think this thing on my shoulder isn't real?"
Lynn swept his gaze over everyone present and grinned.
"Everyone, I'm Tony Stark of the Bat Gang. I'm only here to rob the Penguin Gang and the Two-Face Gang today. Just stay still and put your hands up."
Boom!!
Another rocket slammed into a member of the Penguin Gang.
"Huh? I told you to raise your hands, and you actually did?"
"Alfred, have you found anything on that man?"
Bruce Wayne mingled with the crowd, watching the man whose madness seemed almost inhuman. Something about him felt incredibly familiar.
His butler Alfred's voice came through his earpiece.
"Master Bruce, how should I put this? It's as though he suddenly appeared in Gotham City.
Before that, he was a penniless man with no legal identity. But in just a month or two, he became an IRS special agent, acquired several villas, and even..."
"Even what?" Bruce Wayne looked puzzled.
"He even dug up your parents' graves last week."
Bruce Wayne: "..."
That damned criminal! As Batman, I'll make sure he's brought to justice!
Without a moment's hesitation, Bruce Wayne strode toward the restroom.
"Alfred, send over my Bat-Armor."
The second floor of the Iceberg Lounge.
"Gentlemen, you've seen the three underground levels of my Iceberg Lounge."
A short, bloated man with stubby legs and a bulging belly sat at the head of the square table, wearing a purple tailcoat and a top hat, an umbrella in his hand.
"All those rare items on the first underground level-the Genetic Serum, living specimens, and monsters beyond your imagination..."
Across from him, a sharply dressed man interrupted.
"Penguin, all I want is the alien technology on your second underground level."
The man wore a black-and-white suit. One side of his face was handsome, with blond hair and a blue eye; the other was burned, leaving his teeth and eyeball exposed.
"I know the Birdhouse at your Iceberg Lounge has a special device that emits a tractor beam, pulling Pure Gold Meteorites from outer space down into Gotham."
Penguin's skin was as pale as a corpse, and his long, hooked nose wrinkled slightly.
At those words, his tiny, deep-set eyes narrowed, radiating menace.
"How did you find out about that? Two-Face, did you plant a mole among my people?"
"Didn't you plant one among mine?" Two-Face, Harvey Dent, sneered. "We're even, Penguin."
"Let's be frank. My Two-Face Gang is very interested in these Pure Gold Meteorites. We could easily mine them together."
"You want to get your hands on what's mine?" Penguin's expression turned cold.
Mine them together?
His Penguin Gang could mine the entire Pure Gold Meteorite on its own. Why would he need the Two-Face Gang meddling?
"Who do you think you are, Harvey Dent?"
"You're just a poor bastard Maroni disfigured with sulfuric acid. I, Penguin, belong to the Gotham Four Great Families, and I founded the biggest gang in the city, the Penguin Gang."
Penguin rose as he spoke. At five feet tall, he could have jumped up and punched Two-Face in the knee.
"Compared to my Penguin Gang, your Two-Face Gang is as weak and pathetic as a baby. Letting you negotiate with me was a courtesy."
"I'm the King of Gotham now!" he roared.
Bang!!
Someone kicked the meeting room door open.
"Who's the King of Gotham?"
A handsome man wearing a wool coat and floral shorts charged inside.
He carried a rocket launcher on one shoulder and a Vulcan Gatling Gun in his other hand.
Lynn strolled into the meeting room, aiming the dark muzzles of both weapons at everyone present.
His gaze swept over the stunned faces, and the rocket launcher on his shoulder settled on Penguin, the only one standing.
"So you're the fucking King of Gotham?"
Penguin froze, staring blankly at the man who had barged in and the rocket launcher on his shoulder.
Who the fuck was this?
How had someone armed to the teeth broken into his heavily guarded Penguin Gang headquarters?
"One look at your run-down, stumpy, fat ass tells me you're no King of Gotham."
Lynn curled his lip, his face full of contempt.
How could someone like Penguin possibly be the King of Gotham?
Almost instantly, Penguin's pale face turned livid with rage.
This was too much. This was absolutely too much!
He'd barged into Penguin's headquarters and still dared to insult him like this!
Penguin trembled all over with fury, shaking nonstop like the penguin-themed messaging app Lynn had used in his previous life.
"Get the hell out of the way."
Lynn kicked Penguin in the ass, knocking him to the floor and sending him rolling several times.
"Two-Face, I'm here to rob... oh, no, collect a debt."
You're here to rob me, aren't you?
Two-Face grumbled inwardly, staring at the uninvited guest in astonishment.
"Who are you? I don't believe we've met."
"I'm Tony Stark of the Bat Gang," Lynn said flatly.
"The Bat Gang?" Two-Face looked surprised. "You work for Batman?"
Lynn looked perfectly serious. "My NPC teammate owed me a hundred thousand dollars. Debts have to be repaid. You killed him, so I've come to collect from you."
"So you're saying that because I killed someone who owed you money, instead of asking his son for it, you're asking me?"
Two-Face laughed in anger.
Was something wrong with this guy's head?
He opened his palm to reveal a coin, his eyes brimming with murderous intent, and gave an order in a low voice.
"You want money from me? Ask my men first. Open
fire! Kill him!"
As soon as he spoke, the burly men in suits around him drew their guns and fired.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Rapid gunfire rang out as bullets tore through the air toward Lynn.
Lynn changed equipment on the spot, putting on the Baldy Bear Mask along with the iron armor.
"They say a wise man knows when to yield. Looks like you lot will have to settle for being wise ghosts!"
He didn't dodge at all. He simply held down the trigger, spraying fire ahead.
Ratatatat!!
Boom! Boom! Boom!!
The Vulcan Gatling Gun's relentless fire mingled with the sonic booms of launched rockets, instantly drowning out the gunfire in the meeting room.
Two-Face's men didn't even have time to scream before the hail of bullets riddled them with holes.
When Two-Face saw that Lynn's iron armor could stop bullets, his expression changed drastically. He scrambled beneath the table, his eyes filled with terror.
How was anyone supposed to play against a cheater?
Penguin, who had been kicked to the floor, rolled into a corner, his tiny eyes fixed on Lynn's iron armor.
"A lunatic. This guy is a fucking lunatic."
He was willing to bet even Joker wasn't necessarily as crazy as this man.
And what was with that iron armor? Why didn't the bullets leave a single mark on it?
"Is that iron armor alien technology?" Penguin shrieked. "Where did you get it?"
"None of your fucking business!"
Without even turning his head, Lynn raised his weapon and fired another rocket at the table where Two-Face was hiding.
Boom!!
The massive explosion instantly blasted the heavy mahogany table into splinters. The shock wave hurled Two-Face through the air, leaving him sprawled on the floor, his fate unknown.
Carrying the Gatling gun, Lynn walked toward Two-Face one step at a time.
He looked down at the mangled corpse and aimed the launcher at its head.
"Two-Face, a hundred thousand dollars. Your money or your life!"
"He's already dead!" Penguin called from the side.
"Oh." Lynn nodded and fired a rocket into Two-Face's corpse.
"He's definitely dead."
Penguin's face turned deathly pale, and uncontrollable terror surged through him.
A lunatic. This was an absolutely psychotic lunatic!
After blasting Two-Face's corpse, Lynn turned and aimed the pitch-black muzzle at Penguin's head.
"Since you're still alive, you can pay me the hundred thousand dollars."
Penguin: "???"