Chapter 172 No Way, There Are Really People Who only Want to Defeat the Enemy by Force?

The existence of Death Shooter was beyond Maggieson's expectation. He didn't expect that someone of Floyd's level would actually serve as Black Mask's henchman.

And he stayed in a place out of Black Mask's sphere of influence.

To be honest, if Maggieson was Black Mask, after having such a powerful helper as Death Shooter, the first thing he would do was to let Death Shooter kill Penguin or Bane.

One is to kill his biggest competitor, and the other is that even if he fails to kill his opponent in the end, he can make them both lose.

After all, Death Shooter doesn't have the attribute of loyalty. He just does things for money.

After the job is done, whether he will continue to help himself depends on how much money you are willing to give.

So Maggieson bets that Black Mask will never completely trust Death Shooter.

It is most beneficial for him to let him assassinate others, and it is better not to let Death Shooter intervene in some important tasks.

But what Maggieson didn't expect was that the important stronghold for Black Mask to expand his power was actually guarded by Death Shooter.

If Black Mask didn't have a problem with his brain, then he really invested a lot of money on Death Shooter.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

McGilson listened to the approaching footsteps and counted down silently in his heart.

Death Shooter held a silent pistol and kept shooting posture at all times.

While approaching the pillar that was used as a cover by McGilson, he gently placed his finger on the trigger.

Suddenly, Death Shooter rushed to the side of the pillar with a step, and the muzzle was aimed at the position where McGilson just stood.

"..."

Without hesitation, even without confirming the target, Death Shooter pulled the trigger directly.

There was no gunshot, but the bullet had already been fired.

However, the next moment after pulling the trigger, Death Shooter's pupils suddenly dilated.

Just because there was no one behind the pillar!

A black skull mask and a matching suit fell to the ground.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, Floyd heard a sound of breaking through the air from above his head.

Unlike other opponents of McGinson, he did not choose to dodge.

Instead, he raised his hand and fired a gun at the source of the sound.

The bullet collided with something in the air, making a slight "puff" sound, and both deviated from their respective courses.

"Is it a poker card?"

When he saw the shape of the object clearly, the Death Shooter was surprised.

He looked up and saw a man wearing a white suit, a top hat and a monocle standing on the top of the column.

The cloak behind him was blown by the wind on the roof.

In the afterglow of the sunset, it was full of mystery and art...

Of course, what attracted the Death Shooter's attention the most was the poker gun with an even stranger shape in the hand of this strangely dressed man.

It was the first time he saw a gun that used poker cards as bullets.

"I didn't expect to meet in this situation, Mr. Lawton, um... maybe you prefer others to call you Death Shooter?"

McGinson maintained a gentlemanly and polite demeanor and bowed to the Death Shooter in a friendly manner.

"What material are those playing cards made of?"

Death Shooter suddenly asked for no reason, with a strong curiosity in his tone.

"This gun is the latest technological product of Wayne Enterprises. It can not only shoot silently, but the bullets used are also customized with special materials."

"In terms of the penetration of the bullet alone, it even surpasses the bullets of anti-material sniper rifles."

"Such a bullet did not penetrate your playing cards. Although I know that there is an alloy that can be made into the size of a card, such a card will definitely make a loud noise once it collides with a bullet."

"And the sound of the impact just now is so small that it can be ignored. What material are your playing cards made of?"

Hearing this, McGison was surprised. He has been using this playing card for quite a while, and this is the first time someone has asked him about it.

"I have to say that you have a very sharp eye. I only know that you are the most proficient person in firearms in the world, but I didn't expect that you have such a deep research on weapon materials."

McGison stretched out his left and right hands, and compared his index finger and thumb slightly, but the two fingers did not touch each other.

"I just used a little bit of 'vibranium'."

That's right, Maggieson's playing cards are made of ordinary steel cards mixed with a small amount of vibranium.

In fact, when he first debuted half a year ago, he didn't use real vibranium, but the most common alloy.

After all, vibranium is very expensive. It's sold by milligrams, and there is no market for it.

At that time, Maggieson was penniless and couldn't afford such high-end stuff.

Even if he got the first pot of gold from Adam's Star, he couldn't afford it.

So where did Maggieson's current vibranium playing cards come from?

This is about Hell's Kitchen.

Remember when Maggieson went to Wilson Building to steal Kingpin's Dresden Green Diamond?

At that time, McGinn disguised himself as a senior cadre Finnel and sneaked in, and then found vibranium in a laboratory.

Needless to say, it would be a shame not to take some.

But McGinn didn't take much, just a fist-sized piece, which should be enough for him to use for a lifetime.

Of course, vibranium playing cards are too precious, so he dare not use them carelessly. If he loses one, he will lose a lot. Under normal circumstances, he still uses ordinary playing cards.

Now McGinn took out a vibranium playing card for his own purpose.

Maybe this will be the key to defeating Death Shooter...

"Vibranium?"

Death Shooter was confused by this word.

"Vibranium is a name that has become popular recently. According to your previous saying, this should be called 'sound-absorbing steel'."

After McGinn said this, Death Shooter immediately understood how precious the playing card was.

At the same time, his eyes were red. You know, the tens of millions of dollars paid by Black Mask to him can only be exchanged for a few grams of vibranium at most.

And the guy in front of him actually used such expensive materials to make playing cards!

He risked his life to carry out assassinations, and the average order was only tens of millions of dollars, mainly depending on the identity of the assassination target.

A target worth tens of millions of dollars is almost at the level of the mayor of Gotham or the Attorney General.

"Looking at your outfit, you should be the Kaito Kidd that Bane mentioned."

Floyd pointed the gun at Maggieson's head.

"Yes, it's me."

Maggieson admitted it generously, and then smiled mysteriously.

"Mr. Lawton, I don't think you are a subordinate of Black Mask or Bane. We are not necessarily enemies."

"Roman gave me 30 million US dollars to let me work under him for half a year."

Deadshot said unmoved.

"He didn't order you to kill me, right?"

Maggieson asked back.

"I've heard a lot about you, like you'll give up everything for money... Then, if I give you Vibranium, you'll just pretend I never showed up today."

Maggieson slowly raised his hand, with a black stone between his index and ring fingers.

It was about the size of a thumb.

"This deal is a good deal, isn't it?"