HP black wizard in the United States comics

Lanier wore a knee-length trench coat and a silver mask on his face.

He has been walking in this mercenary recruitment center, which is nicknamed the Talent Hall by various villains in Gotham, for more than an hour, but he has never found his favorite candidate.

Those waiting to apply here are all scum among scum.For example, a former Army soldier or an intelligence agent who has committed a criminal offense.Or maybe he's a super-powered person from the third world who dreams of exchanging his power for money.

Although Lanier himself is not a good person, he does not want to live with a group of criminals.This is true regardless of emotion or reason.

After all, these scum have no moral bottom line.If the time came to stab him back, he wouldn't know where to go to complain.

However, gangsters like to recruit people from here.Except for Lanier, everyone else has recruited many people one after another.

After a few more minutes, Lanier walked to a secluded corner, and with a bang, he apparated away.

He can't get what he wants here, so he might as well just walk around and take a look.

It would be too laborious to form a force out of thin air, and it seems impossible.

Might as well grab one yourself.

Well, grab one and decide happily.

However, major gangs and organizations are still very hidden.Where is he going to rob?

"Hey, Antonio, I have something to ask you. If you want to charge me, I can go there."

Lanier took out his cell phone to make a call, and then pressed it down at the speed of light.

The assets he has on hand have actually been almost used up.The expenses I spent in England were nothing but what I robbed from goblins.He also attached a large part of his own.

There is absolutely no way he would waste another gold coin on such a trivial matter.

Then go find it yourself.

By the way, who knows the most detailed information about gang organizations? By the way, only the gangs themselves.

Well, go find a smaller gang first.It's not particularly difficult.As long as you stroll around at night, you won't encounter a few gangsters anywhere.

So go have a cup of coffee now and wait for the night to fall.

The three-headed hellhound disguised as a black-backed dog whined.

Okay, let me get you something to eat, too.

Time passed quickly and night fell quickly.

Gotham at night is even more chaotic than during the day.

Bars and various adult clubs that are not suitable for teenagers have opened one after another and are full of entertainment.

The upper class and the lower class, the powerful and the common people, the rich and the poor, all came and went happily.

It's just that the level of the place is different.

The lights are red and the wine is green, the orioles are singing and the swallows are dancing, and the melodious music is loud and reverberating throughout the city.

Deafening music and the roar of drunken people mingled together.

Gotham is never quiet.

In a dark alley.Drug dealers and special professionals wandered back and forth, attracting a large number of drug addicts and people looking for fun.And their presence has spawned a large number of gangsters who carry out robberies with knives.They are intertwined like a dark food chain.

But none of them were what Lanier was looking for.

Cerberus is at home in the dark.Special magical waves manifested in him, making him one with the darkness around him.

The hound from hell shuttles through the darkness, searching for prey for its master.

Of course, it occasionally finds itself some appetizers.

And Lanier would turn a blind eye. After all, people selling suspicious powder on the street do not deserve sympathy, let alone those who kill and rob with knives.

If his hounds wanted to feed on them, he would have no sympathy.

It's been a long time.After maybe an hour to two hours, the three-headed hellhound finally found something interesting for him.

It smelled blood, heard howls, and followed him on his way.And Lanier flew in the sky to follow closely behind.

The hound ran for about 15 minutes and then stopped in a hurry.Then he raised his head and sent a message to Lanier with the mark engraved deep in his soul.

Ahead, there, blood.

Lanier fell from the sky.Take a panoramic view of everything that happened on that port.