Ghost of The Deep
1941, "America's Greatest Comics" #1. Al Spriggins, radio broadcaster for W.T.E.L. kills the inventor of the invulnerable Z-metal, the scientist known only as Hugo who has been working for weeks on it, and steals the secret. He then builds a suit of armor which he hid under black robes and hood. The Ghost plans to attack Navy ships in his indestructible submarine, leaving messages in which he accepts responsibility, and broadcasts threats on radio, planning to become a dictator. He seems to have a diving suit concealed in his costume, as he is able to swim underwater without discomfort. The Ghost ruthlessly kills henchmen that fail him, emerging from the water to murder them and dragging them down. He captures Billy at the Panama canal, jumping from a boat and dragging him down. He orders his henchmen to bind and gag him and give him artificial respiration. He escapes the Ghost when one of the henchmen removes the gag while mocking him by asking if he wants pie, but then not giving it to him to mock him. The Ghost, after the submarine is torn open kills the two henchmen. After a full-blown knock-down fight, Captain Marvel manages to bust open the submarine and armor and capture then unmask the Ghost, who fires at a General in anger, but the bullet bounces back of Captain Marvel and kills the Ghost.
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