The man in charge was clearly less composed than he had been facing Spider-Man.
"The donors will hold us accountable."
Oswald raised the tip of his umbrella beneath the man's tie.
"You're worried about the donors?"
"The church doesn't belong to you."
"We can discuss who it belongs to tomorrow."
Penguin pushed him toward the storeroom door.
"Open it. Now."
The key slid into the lock.
The man in charge tried turning it twice, his hands shaking too hard to line it up. The manager snatched the key from him and opened the storeroom all the way.
Cardboard boxes stood neatly arranged inside.
Every name faced tomorrow's cameras.
Oswald used his umbrella to snap the seal on the first box. Freed from the confines of the cardboard, blankets immediately spilled across the floor.
"Move them out."
The volunteers, who had wanted to do this for a long time, sprang into action.
The man in charge was still demanding answers about the accounts.
Oswald turned around and struck the enormous donation box with his umbrella.
"Move this too."
"That belongs to the church!"
"It's taking up room for at least six people. Throw it out. Money won't freeze to death in the snow."
Penguin's men lifted the donation box and shoved it into the basement storeroom. A space soon opened up before the altar, and volunteers spread blankets there for two children with frostbite to lie on.
The heaters were plugged in.
The church's circuit breakers immediately tripped.
The hall went dark, and cries of alarm rose from the crowd.
"Nobody move!"
Chen Mo's voice came from the corner where the young man lay.
Several white lines opened across the surface of the Venom Suit, letting the people nearby see the floor beneath them. The manager rushed to the electrical room