Marvel : Master of Role-Playing

"What?!"

Upon hearing Wells' response, Maroni was momentarily confused, unable to understand what was happening.

"The Joker Gang can't have this many people. In just two days, their forces couldn't possibly attack both of our locations at the same time. What's really going on over there?"

Maroni's words only confirmed Wells' growing suspicion. He quickly ordered his men.

"Hurry! Go check the other bodies, see if you recognize anyone."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other thugs sprang into action, removing the Joker Gang members' masks.

Soon, they arrived at a terrifying conclusion.

"Boss Wells... they... they're from the Diamond District casino! They're our own people!"

"Our own people? Could it be...?"

Wells' mind raced. Then it hit him. It was the Joker. He recalled the rumors that the Joker had a chemical gas that could make someone laugh themselves to death. Now, it seemed the Joker had used something similar to control the security from the casino in the Diamond District, forcing them to charge headlong into a trap Wells had set.

"Dammit!!!"

Wells could feel his carefully laid plans crumbling before him. Not only had he failed to strike a blow to the Joker, but he'd also killed many of his own men. He knew now that his dream of climbing the ranks was shattered. Even if he managed to keep the black money in the warehouse, it would hardly be enough to make up for the disaster he'd caused.

"Damned Joker!!!"

Furious, Wells raised his gun and began firing bullets relentlessly at the warehouse ceiling.

"Come out if you dare! Step out and fight me face to face!!!"

Everything was the Joker's fault. Without the Joker's cunning scheme, Wells was sure he would have been promoted, earning more money, and reaching the peak of his life.

Just then, a voice echoed in his ear.

"Are you... looking for me?"

Suddenly, Wells felt a chill, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his anger. He realized something was wrong as he felt a hard object pressed against his spine.

Behind Wells, a thug from the Maroni family pressed the muzzle of his gun against his body, while his other hand grabbed at his face.

In an instant, a human skin mask was ripped off.

And the person beneath it was none other than Reid, who had already disguised himself as a Maroni thug and infiltrated the warehouse.

"Joker... huff..."

After several deep breaths, Wells forced himself to calm down. Surrounded by his own men, he felt that there was no need to worry.

"Give it up, Joker... you—"

Bang!

Before he could finish his sentence, a gunshot rang out. But it wasn't Reid who fired—it was other thugs from the Maroni family.

One by one, these men, just like Reid, tore off their face masks. They then aimed their guns at Wells' own people and pulled the triggers.

Wells couldn't believe it. Half of his supposed temporary underlings, whom he'd gathered from the lower levels of various organizations, were actually disguised members of the Joker's gang.

All of his actions, all of his preparations, had been exposed to the Joker from the start, and he was the only fool entertaining himself.

He could already imagine how these bastards must have laughed at him during his speech.

"Joker, you bastard!!!"

Bang!

Reid didn't give Wells a chance to speak. He immediately shot through his spine.

In an instant, Wells lost the feeling in his lower body as his spine was shattered. He collapsed helplessly to the ground, his eyes wide open as he watched members of the Joker's gang slowly take control of the entire warehouse, methodically sweeping through the Maroni family's thugs inside.

"Dammit! Why does someone like you even exist in Gotham?!"

Wells's heart was filled with fear towards the Joker.

Because he realized, this Joker didn't even know what fear was. All that was inside him was madness. He didn't care about the consequences of his actions, only that he wanted to bring chaos to this city.

If he found it amusing, perhaps tonight, Sal Maroni, the head of the Maroni family, would be replaced.

A person like this, with his exceptional abilities, was far more terrifying than all the crime families in Gotham.

"It seems like you've come to your senses."

Reid slowly crouched down, using some cheap paint he had acquired to smear it across Wells' face, drawing the Joker's signature smile on him.

"Look at your crimes. There's no fun in them, it's just gunfire and explosions. Why can't you just laugh a little?"

The smell of the cheap paint made Wells instinctively feel uneasy, but he soon realized that his discomfort wasn't just from the smell.

His skin began to swell and turn red, itching horribly.

"Oh! I almost forgot to mention it." Reid continued. "You probably forgot too, but you're severely allergic to paint, the kind that can kill you."

As he spoke, Reid forced open Wells' mouth and poured a bottle of cheap paint directly into it. He held Wells' jaw down, forcing him to swallow the paint.

"Ah!!!"

Swallowing the paint, Wells lost the ability to speak. His eyes bloodshot, he could feel his life slipping away.

The cheap paint was toxic to begin with, and with his allergy, there was nothing he could do except curse the Joker to die without a grave before he succumbed to death himself.

"Everyone, are you ready?"

At this moment, Reid raised his arm and shouted.

The members of the Joker gang around him immediately rushed toward the mountains of cash, stuffing as much as they could into their clothes and pants.

Their boss, the Joker, had already said that they had the ability to launder money, and how much they could get from this operation depended on how much they could carry.

"Long live the Joker!!"

These men, driven by greed and the lure of wealth, charged into the mountain of cash, completely oblivious to the fact that Reid had quietly pulled out a Molotov cocktail and thrown it on top of the pile of money.

Fire, alcohol, and Reid's special fireworks.

In an instant, flames spread throughout every corner of the warehouse.

And those Joker gang members, controlled by greed, didn't hesitate even as their bodies were set on fire. They kept scrambling to seize the cash, undeterred by the flames.

"Put out the fire! Put out the fire!"

"We can't put it out!"

"Then grab as much as you can!"

"Help! I'm on fire!"

"Get away! Don't block me! I can still grab more money!!!"

The members of the Joker gang, who hadn't died in the gunfight with the Maroni family, ended up perishing due to their own greed. Their deaths, and the flames, once again illustrated the Joker's madness to all of Gotham.

As the warehouse was completely engulfed in flames, a giant firework shot up into the sky.

In the dark night of Gotham, it illuminated the Joker's signature smile.

Everyone in Gotham could see the Joker smiling above the city.

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