Phantom Kid in the World of American Comics - Chapter 172
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Deadshot’s presence in this place was really out of Mathison’s expectations. He did not expect that a being at the level of Floyd would actually serve as a Black Mask’s man, and still, be free from his authority.
Honestly, if Mathison were Black Mask, after having such a powerful helper as Deadshot, the first thing he would do is to order Deadshot to kill the Penguin or Bane.
The first step would be to kill his biggest rivals, and the other step is considering that even if he fails to kill them, in the end, both can be eliminated.
After all, the Deadshot does not kill for loyalty, he just takes money to do business.
After getting done with business, whether he will continue to help his client depends on how much money they are willing to offer him.
So, Mathison feels that Black Mask could never fully trust Deadshot.
It is in his best interest to allow him to assassinate others at his own will, and distract him from doing other important tasks.
What Mathison didn’t expect was that the important stronghold where Black Mask is now expanding his power is actually under Deadshot’s authority.
If it’s not for Black Mask getting crazy, then it’s for the money he had given to Deadshot to do this.
“Tap tap tap ……”
With his footsteps approaching, Mathison was silently counting his heartbeat.
Deadshot was holding a silenced pistol and kept firing at all times.
While approaching the pillar Mathison used as cover, he gently placed his finger on the trigger.
Suddenly, Deadshot rushed to the side of the pillar with a vigorous step, and his gun was aimed at Mathison’s location.
Without hesitation, without even confirming the target’s presence, Deadshot pulled the trigger directly.
No gunshot sounded, but the bullet had been fired.
However, in the next instant of pulling the trigger, Deadshot’s pupils suddenly dilated.
Because there is no one behind the pillar!
A Black-Skull mask and matching suit fell to the ground.
Suddenly, Floyd heard a cracking sound coming from above his head.
Unlike Mathison’s usual opponents, he didn’t choose to flee.
Instead, he raised his hand and shot at the source of the sound.
The fired bullet collided with something in the air, making a slight “poof” sound, and both deviated from their respective stream.
“A poker card?”
When he saw the shape of the object, Deadshot couldn’t help but wonder.
He looked up and saw a monocle-wearing man with a white dress and a top hat standing at the top of the column.
The cloak behind him was swayed by the wind on the roof.
In the afterglow of the sunset, he was full of mystery and artistry…
Of course, what attracted the attention of Deadshot the most was the oddly shaped poker gun in the hands of this stranger.
It was the first time he saw someone using playing cards as bullets.
“I didn’t expect to meet you under these circumstances, Mr. Lawton, um…maybe you prefer to be called Deadshot?”
Mathison maintained his gentleman-like manner and gave Deadshot a friendly bow.
“What material are those playing cards made of?”
Deadshot suddenly asked for no reason, expressing a strong curiosity.
“This gun is the latest technology product of Wayne Enterprises. It can not only fire silently but the bullets used are also customized with special materials.”
“On the penetration of the bullet alone, it even surpasses the bullet of the anti-material sniper rifle.”
“Such a bullet didn’t penetrate your playing card. Although I know that there is an alloy that can be made into a card size, once such a card collides with a bullet, it will definitely make a loud noise.”
“However, the sound of the impact just now is so low that it goes without notice. What material is your playing card made from?”
Hearing that, Mathison was curious. He has been using this poker gun for a long time. This is the first time someone has asked him about it.
“I have to say that you have a unique pair of eyes. I only know that you are the most proficient in firearms in the world. I didn’t expect you to have such deep knowledge about weapon materials.”
Mathison stretched out his index finger and thumb, gesturing that he wants to press them together, only for the two fingers to end up not touching.
“I just used a little bit of vibranium.”
That’s right, Mathison’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 used the most common alloy, not proper vibranium.
After all, vibranium is a very expensive thing. Not even in the sale of milligrams does it exist in any market.
Back then, Mathison was poor, so, how could he afford such high-end stuff?
Even if he had made his first bag of money from the Adam’s Star, later on, he was not able to withstand such money spending.
So where did Mathison’s current vibranium playing cards come from?
The answer is from Hell’s Kitchen.
Remember the Dresden Green Diamond that Mathison once went to the Wilson Building to steal from Kingpin?
At that time, Mathison disguised as a senior cadre Phineas and sneaked in, and then found the vibranium in a laboratory.
What else is there to say, he will simply feel sorry for himself if he hasn’t taken any.
However, Mathison only took a fist-sized piece, which should be enough for him to use for a lifetime.
Of course, vibranium playing cards were too precious, and he didn’t dare to use them indiscriminately.
Now, the reason why Mathison took out a vibranium playing card naturally has a purpose.
Maybe this will be the key to defeating the Deadshot…
Deadshot was confused by the term.
“Vibranium is a name that has recently emerged. According to what you used to hear, it should be called ‘sound-absorbing steel.'”
When Mathison said this, Deadshot immediately understood how precious the playing card that was used on him was.
At the same time, his eyes glowed in red, knowing that the tens of millions of dollars that Black Mask had paid him could probably only be exchanged for a few grams of vibranium at most.
And this guy in front of him actually made a whole deck of playing cards with such an expensive material!
He fought for his life to engage in assassination, and the average cost of a single order was tens of millions of dollars, which mainly depended on the identity of the assassination target.
And for the record, the multi-million dollar level target which exists in Gotham is the mayor or attorney general level.
“Looking at your costume, you should be Phantom Kid that Bane talked about.”
Floyd aimed the gun at Mathison’s head.
“That’s right, it is me.”
Mathison admitted it generously and then smirked mysteriously.
“Mr. Lawton, I don’t think you are Black Mask or Bane’s subordinate. We are not necessarily enemies.”
“Roman gave me thirty million dollars to work under his authority for half a year.”
Deadshot was unmoved.
“He didn’t give you an order to kill me, did he?”
Mathison asked rhetorically.
“I’ve heard a lot of rumors about you, such as that you can give up everything for money… Then, if I give you some vibranium, you will act as if I didn’t show up today?”
Mathison slowly raised his hand, with a black stone sandwiched between his index and ring fingers, about the size of a thumb.
“This deal is a good deal, right?”
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