Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

The police in Gotham City have always followed a rule.

Arrived on the battlefield after the shootout...Yes, this city is very dangerous. When they used semi-automatic weapons, the bandits had already started to attack each other with fully automatic weapons. As a result of their poor firepower, they could not stop these lunatics. Fight each other.

Well, at most after the gun battle is over, sending those who haven't died to the hospital, and sending the dead to the autopsy room for examination, it is easy and happy, and there is no danger.

But tonight, the result of this gun battle at Gotham Pier was beyond all the police officers’ expectations. There was not a single dead person, all of them were tied together, thrown in the corner of the pier, in Sheriff Gordon. When rushing to the scene with the police officers, some of the unfortunate ones did not wake up.

The loading and unloading workers in the small half of the pier all gathered around to watch the excitement. They were knocked over on the ground, and some were directly beaten into a coma, and their opponents did not use firearms, and the firearms they used were thrown aside, but All have been demolished.

The most terrible thing is that the gangster Falconi who arrived at the dock at night to inspect the last batch of goods was also chained to a searchlight, and the shadow that was placed under the light of the searchlight formed a pattern in the sky. Fuzzy bat look.

This is probably the first time the bat's shadow has appeared over Gotham. No one knows its meaning yet.

Sheriff Gordon glanced with a mocking look at Falcone, who was just awake and still locked in a searchlight yelling and struggling. This arrogant gang boss now looks alive. An old lunatic, he no longer looked at his ugliness, but turned his head and walked into the container that hadn't been closed yet.

There was a carton box full of half of the space inside. Gordon picked up a crude doll bear from the opened box, and squeezed it lightly, and found the stinky stuff in it.There is a bag of poison X hidden inside,

"unambiguous evidence…"

Gordon muttered to himself, now as long as there is a prosecutor who dares to sue Falcone, this guy will spend some time in jail. This is a good thing, especially for Gordon’s unwillingness to and For a good policeman in the normal sense of Falconi's conspiracy, this means that the whole Gotham will usher in a period of peace.

They no longer have to worry about frequent disappearances and gang fights.

While Gordon continued to inspect the scene, a police officer ran over panting and said in Gordon’s ear,

"Mr. Gordon, we found Sergeant Frass not far away. His pistol was stolen, and... Trainee John Blake was attacked by a mob 2 hours ago and is now seriously injured. Rescue in the hospital."

"What! Robin..."

When Gordon heard the first news, he didn't react at all. He didn't care about his partner's appearance at the crime scene. This guy was guilty of death, but the second news made him look bad, and he took his hands. Throwing his doll bear into the box, he patted the shoulder of the policeman behind him,

"Block the scene, I have notified the prosecutor, think about your future, Pete, don't reach out if you shouldn't, Frass is over, don't you want to be the sergeant?"

After speaking, Gordon walked outside the dock. He valued his trainee assistant Robin, this young talented trainee police officer very much, and he must go and see him.

After Gordon left, the young policeman Pete took a look at the doll that Gordon had thrown on the box. He thought of what Falcone had just ordered, and after recollecting what Gordon had said, he finally gritted his teeth. Finally turned and walked out of the container, shouting loudly,

"Block the scene! Waiting for the prosecutor to come over!"

When Gordon arrived at Wayne Hospital, it was already 20 minutes later, and he walked into the corridor of the emergency room.

"Papa, Robin..."

Father glanced at Gordon, shook his head, his face was full of pain, he gritted his teeth and cursed.

"My son, he was hurt badly, Jamie, that damn bastard... I'm going to kill him! I swear!"

"Don't worry, father, it will pass."

Gordon glanced at the busy emergency room. He sat next to his father, who took a deep breath, lowered his voice, and said to Gordon,

"My buddy saved Robin, but he missed the 4 guys, Gordon, I know you are a good policeman, but this time, don’t catch him. Even for Robin, without him, Robin. It's dead."

Gordon’s face changed several times, and at last he nodded, and Dad was also relieved, and then he heard Gordon say,

"Falconi was planted. He was caught by a mysterious man during the drug X trade, and he was stolen. As long as he was prosecuted, he would have to stay in jail for a few years, and Jamie would soon be no problem. Don’t worry, father, I won’t let them get away with it.”

"Good! Good!"

The old man said two good things in a row, and then he saw the door of the emergency room pushed open. The tired doctor took off his mask while focusing on the waiting father and Sheriff Gordon,

"The child was lucky and was sent in time. His life was saved, but he needs at least one year of cultivation."

"Thank you, doctor."

Papa and Gordon hurriedly thanked him, and then watched Robin being pushed out. He had recovered his sanity, and Papa held his hand tightly.

"Child, don't worry, it's all over."

Robin smiled hard at the old man and Gordon. The young man was in pain, but he still struggled to say to him, "Thank him for me, old man, I owe him one time."

"Well, Cyber ​​is a good boy, I know, you are all good boys, rest soon, Robin, stop talking."

Gordon still has things to deal with. After seeing Robin's safety, he returned to the police station. In the early morning of the next day, Dad dragged his tired body back to the bar. As soon as the door opened, he saw the game. Uncle fell on the floor at the entrance of the bar, with blood stains beside him.

This frightened the old man. He walked forward quickly and helped Saibo up. When he heard his constant and strong breathing, the old man breathed a sigh of relief. He helped Saibo on a side chair and watched He was wearing his clothes, which was covered with blood stains. On the right shoulder, the coat and shirt were cut by some kind of sharp weapon, but the old man took a closer look, and there was no wound on Saibo's shoulder.

This made the old man puzzled. Since there is no wound, where did the blood stains come from?

And while looking at Saibo’s injury, the guy who had slept on the floor all night also woke up. He opened his eyes and saw the dignified father, he subconsciously called,

"Ah! What are you doing? Crazy old man, stay away from me, uh... how is Robin?"

When the old man saw that he was awake, and he was still talking, he knew that this guy was not a big problem, but when he thought of saving his good son last night, his expression relaxed and he threw it to Saibo. A key, then yawned and walked to the second floor.

"Robin is okay, thank goodness... he asked me to thank you. By the way, first go and change a suit. Robin's clothes are in the first room on the third floor. You can find one by yourself and I will rest. After a while, you help look at the store and call me if you have anything, understand?"

"Uh...so hungry."

Saber waved his hand weakly, and then closed the door of the bar first. When he saw his father disappearing on the second floor, the guy quickly rushed to the third floor. He opened Robin's house without choosing any clothes. , But took off his shirt with a solemn expression and looked around in front of the full-length mirror.

One thing was finally confirmed. He has great muscles and a good figure. The most important thing is... he was not injured!

But... when fighting with that damn Batman last night, a dart stabbed into his shoulder, and Cyber’s fingers touched the skin of his shoulder. There should have been an open wound there. He even I can still feel the faint pain inside, but the wound disappeared.

"What is this? Superpower?"

Saibojing was naked, standing in front of the mirror, and clenched his left hand into a fist. It seemed that he wanted to feel the extraordinary power in his body, but after maintaining this position for 3 seconds, except for the hungry stomach, He felt nothing.

"Damn it!"

Cyber ​​took two steps back and forth anxiously. He didn't like this kind of thing beyond his control. He took out a pair of jeans and a blue T-shirt in Robin's closet and was changing clothes. At that time, he quickly thought about what happened last night in his mind, and finally, looking at himself in the mirror, he made up his mind.

He took out the dark silver metal bat dart from his hand, rubbed it in his hand, then gestured on his right arm for a few seconds, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and swiped it down.

"Fuck! It hurts!"

15 minutes later, Cyber, with a bandage on his arm, sat at the bar table holding a plate of sliced ​​sausages and toasted bread with an unhappy expression. The experiment failed. He had no superpowers and was Scratches will still bleed and still hurt.

This made him extremely uncomfortable, but after feeling that his stomach was getting hungrier, he gave up these untuned plans and was ready to fill his stomach and go to sleep well.

Three sausages and 25 slices of bread are enough to feed three adults, but after Saibo finished eating these things, he still feels still unfulfilled. While shaving his teeth, he was full of crazy thoughts.

It seems that the appetite has increased after coming over, and Saibo looked at the dog licking the same plate thoughtfully. He used to have no such appetite.

"jingle"

The doorbell of the bar rang suddenly, interrupting Saibo's thinking. He turned his head and glanced at the clock on the wall. At 10:45, who was this point?Are they still the troublemakers?

Saibo stood up, walked to the door of the bar, opened the lock, and then saw a silver suit wearing a saucy bag, a tie, and an unusually neat hair comb. The guy with a pair of big sunglasses was standing at the door of the bar. With both hands around a beautiful girl in a cool dress, surrounded by them, he looked at the opening door with curiously, like a full playboy.

And on the street not far from the bar, a lot of people have gathered. What they are watching is the limited-edition silver-gray Lamborghini parked on the side of the road. Shouldn't this thing appear here?

Saibo took his gaze back from the car, fell on the guy in front of him, and inadvertently swept over the two women who were scratching their heads next to him, asking a little impatiently.

"Hi, man, who are you?...Wait, what are you Wayne, I saw you in the newspaper!"

The guy on the opposite raised his eyebrows and said in a gentle voice,

"Yes, Bruce Wayne, is Mr. Christian here? I'll take a look at the bar that will soon belong to me, old gun, tusk, this is a good name."

"Oh…"

Saibo stretched his voice, looked at Bruce Wayne several times, then slapped his lips.

"Tsk tut, billionaire, son of Gotham, come, please come in, your Royal Highness, I'll go and call that old man down, he has been looking forward to you for a long time."

After speaking, the yawning Saber turned and walked into the bar. Bruce Wayne narrowed his eyes behind the sunglasses where he didn’t see it. This guy... the fight on the pier last night was very Crazy guy.

He was actually in this bar...

The young playboy put a girl in his arms and walked into the slightly dim but tasteful bar. He looked around for a week, and then laughed with interest. There is still some bloody smell here, um, it seems Things are interesting.