Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"hong"

Another loud noise appeared in the sky behind everyone. Gordon wearing a gas mask turned around and saw a ball In the flames lit in the sky, the poor sheriff couldn't help but crossed his chest. Everything tonight was a bit too exciting for him.

At the moment the train loaded with microwave transmitters rushed out of the narrow island, Gordon was even desperate. When the sea behind the suspension bridge line of defense was stirred up by a huge white water column, the entire edge of the narrow island The heat wells were all washed away, and the fear of poison qi filled the sky, causing the fog density on the narrow island to rise again.

By the sheriff’s side, there are only less than 100 police officers with battle strength left, more of them are mercenaries with live ammunition evacuated from the narrow island battlefield, 200 of the best mercenaries. The warrior, now there are only 155 people left. Their commander Battier has been killed in the previous attack. Under the leadership of their respective commanders, they withdrew the suspension bridge line of defense.

Now Gordon is their commander.

In front of the entire suspension bridge line of defense is blood flowing into a river, most of them are black clothed warriors who are mixed with the expelled civilians trying to attack the line of defense, and a small number of them are armed and dressed in orange. The villains served by the criminals, these guys were released from the police station on the narrow island during the first wave of offensive.

They drove the civilians who were infested by the fear of poison qi to try to attack here, but after the gunshots rang and the people around were knocked down, the civilians screamed in terrifying fear All these dangerous elements were exposed as a result of running away, and then they were caught and beaten wildly by the already angry mercenaries.

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After the fog in front of me became denser, there were occasional slight explosions and roars. With the dim lights of the narrow island and the corpses and bloodstains in the direction of the police cars lined up, they rendered it here. Just like hell, another roar and running sound rang out. All the mercenaries subconsciously opened the insurance of their weapons. The night's battle made them exhausted, almost reflexively brushing their guns. The mouth was aimed at the mist.

"Don't come close! Put down your weapon and step back!"

"peng"

Gordon shot a shot out of the fog before he finished shouting Bullet, although there is still one million miles apart from Gordon wearing a bulletproof helmet, but the next moment, his own rainstorm-like gunshots sounded, it was a stumbling, zombie-like civilian, fearing the concentration of poison qi After aggravation, these pitiful persons have completely lost control of their self-will, and now all their actions are controlled by instinct, and this instinct has to succumb to the distortion of fear.

Under this kind of self-defeated situation, we can't expect to reason with them at all. After the gunfire rang out, Gordon could only see the silhouette in the mist being knocked down. , And then the more and more fearful howling sounded, these guys who were already scared turned and fled, which also made Gordon relaxed.

He was really frightened by the wave of violent charges ten minutes ago, watching the sight of those people being hit by bullets and falling to the ground with blood flowing, it was like a nightmare. In the previous wave of shock, Gordon also shot. He didn't know if he had hit those black clothed warriors, but he was unwilling to recall the scene just now.

The sheriff felt very tired, more of a mental burden. He stared at the fog in front of him, and after noticing that the last running sound had disappeared, he relaxed with difficulty and leaned aside In the car, he squatted down with a little trembling. He felt that his throat was very dry and his lips were about to crack. He continued to drink a glass of water, and a tired voice sounded in his headset.

A few seconds later, Gordon stood up abruptly from his hiding place. He squeezed the phone in his hand and shouted,

"Their leader has been killed. Dead, we won!"

This news made everyone on the line of defense shocked. Then, the police officers who were already tense in their spirits cheered first, and then the mercenaries. , Gordon himself was also very excited, his eyes were even flushed, two points were the joy of victory, and all the rest was the relaxation of pressure and finally being able to escape from the nightmare in front of him.

He is an upright police officer. He is not Cyber ​​or Bruce. Killing a few strangers with his own hands is enough to make his conscience uneasy. If possible, he is also unwilling to stay as the commander of the line of defense. here.

Behind them, the suspension bridge that Lucius remotely put away is slowly descending. The National Guard is only less than 50 kilometers away from Gotham. At the moment, most of the police in Gotham Police Station are trapped. In the chaos of the narrow island, the order that the entire city is about to collapse because of that invisible fear needs these armed soldiers to maintain.

In peacetime, everyone says that they hate violence, but when the situation is bad enough, only violence can bring an indescribable security. Everyone is in fact self-contradictory. The hit manifestation.

Ten minutes later, the people on the suspension bridge line of defense returned to the main city. They rebuilt the line of defense inside the city. In the communication that was just restored, the sheriff learned some other news. The League of Shadows also Some people were separated and the prison in the outskirts was broken. More than 450 prisoners of various kinds disappeared in the riots set off by the prison.

They also set a fire on the outskirts of the city and burned down the Wayne Manor, Gotham's iconic building. Fortunately, no one was injured. Finally, it was the news that the National Guard entered the city. They set up on the bridge leaving the city. After a simple outpost, it is said that the chaos in the outermost periphery of the city has ended.

They soon arrived at Narrow Island, a chaotic hard-hit area this time.

Gordon finally relaxed. He took off the gas mask that made him breathe hard, and threw it aside. He took out a crumpled cigarette from the unsightly cigarette case pinched in his pocket. The cigarette was held in his mouth, and he took a deep breath of smoke.

There was still gunpowder from the narrow island in the distance, but thanks to the existence of the large amount of water vapor evaporated by the moist mist, there was no trace of the fire.

"This is a...catastrophe."

Gordon stood on the edge of the promenade. He looked at the narrow island still shrouded in mist, and the chaos tonight died. how many people? 200, 300, or more. These numbers and the scene of drenched with blood were engraved in his mind as if they were engraved. They were heavy like a mission-like weight, and even made him breathless. Everything that happened tonight will stay in his heart firmly and will not forget it until he gets old.

This Gotham's night, in the darkness of all existence induced by fear, the fate of some people has been completely changed. Gordon is only one of them, but he is trapped in fate. People will never know the having ups and downs of fate. There are always hands that cannot be seen, pushing them in a direction that they can't see.

In the thick darkness, there are more dangerous creatures entrenched there. The room is full of bloody smell, which makes people a little nauseous.

"Ha!"

A sound mixed with some kind of frightening pleasure sounded from the darkness, and then a guy who got up from the ground, dimmed by the window In the light of the light, he can see that he has tangled hair, which looks like he hasn't been taken care of for more than ten days.

In the dark, this guy staggered, then let out a groan, and covered his waist, where a wound pierced by a bullet was still bleeding.

He is wearing a dark purple suit and looks a little big, with a scattered green shirt and a dark pattern tie inside. He wears black gloves, holding a switchblade in his left hand, in the dark He couldn't see his face, only the eyes, even under extreme pain, the eyes surging with a strange color.

In the depths of his eyes, the pupils are abnormally enlarged, indicating that this guy is already in a state of being affected by the fear of poison qi at this time. Behind him is a strong smell of blood.

There are two more corpses. Four hours ago, it was his partner, but after inhaling the damn mist, they were crushed by fear, and started with a pistol and a sharp blade. Fighting in a small space, in the end only he survived.

He walked to the window and stretched out his hands laboriously to open the heavy curtains, letting the dim rays of light enter the room, looking out from the window, the street was silent, even a moving one There are no people, and his eyesight is very good, so he can see those who are lying on the street who don't know their life or death.

There is also a horse that has lost its owner. After the fog slowly subsided, it recovered its calm. Now it is standing alone under the street lamp, seeming to be looking for its owner.

This is a house on the edge of a narrow island. It was supposed to be the residence of a thriving little gang, but after the attack by the League of Shadows ended, it was silent.

"Ha, haha..."

This guy started to laugh nervously. After a few seconds, he suddenly stopped again, and he pulled a chair from the side, ignoring the unpleasant sound of the heavy chair sliding across the floor.

He was still sticky under his feet. It was a feeling of blood stained. He sat on a chair, propped his chin with his left hand and started thinking, like a philosopher, he suddenly put his hand again The switchblade inside was inserted on the table, then cautiously opened his purple coat, and tiptoedly took out a poker card with blood from the inner pocket. This process he did very carefully, as if he was afraid Who would disturb him, he closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

A few seconds later, he yanked the playing card out and threw it on the table. With the help of the dim light, he saw the Joker on the card.

"Ah, I'm lucky!"

He pursed his lips, and got up happily at the speed that naked eye could see. He hummed a song and stood up and kicked. He lost the stool he was sitting on, and accidentally affected the wound. It hurt him contorts one's face in agony. He looked back at the two guys who had lost their lives lying in the dark house. He had a trace of sadness. Say,

"It's a pity that we get along well, but we always separate. I am used to it!"

After that, he posted his entire face On the glass in front of him, he opened his mouth, breathed on it, and then drew a Joker pattern on the glass with a clumsy drawing technique. This was the only time he was satisfied with his wound and left, when he turned around for the last time. , He stared at the only mirror in the house.

What is reflected above is a face covered with white paint, matched with the high abnormal right hairline, and the chaotic golden hair, deliberately darkened with black dye circles, and a mouth painted with bright red paint on the mouth and sides of the mouth.

The skin with the corners of the mouth torn and stitched by a sharp weapon is clearly visible, which makes this rather funny appearance, with a trace of abnormal distortion and madness. This combination is called fear!

He took a deep breath, and the gas of poison qi with a faint fear was breathed into his nose. The sense world in front of his eyes was distorted again, and he saw him in the mirror in a daze. Talk and smile at him.

He stood in front of the mirror blankly, and finally grinned, showing a painful smile of contorts one's face in agony,

"hehe, this is me..."

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"This is, joker! The game begins!"

"peng"

The door to the room was closed, and after the last survivor left, this horrible place Sovereign by the silent death, it will take several days before anyone notices here and the corpse here.

But anyway, the narrow island was destroyed, and the invasion this time was finally over.