Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Rachel Dawes, assistant to the district attorney of Gotham City, Bruce Wayne’s childhood playmate, her mother, like Alfred, is a servant for the Wayne family.

Since she was a child, there has been a woman's persistent pursuit of justice, especially after the accidental death of the Wayne couple who treated her very kindly, Rachel became jealous, which is why she finally chose this career. one.

After Bruce left the city, Rachel seemed to have lost one of the most important things in his life in the first year. Yes, they were childhood sweethearts. They had a strong affection for each other, but in the following years , Rachel adapted to this one-person life, and finally, she and her boss made some new progress.

But at this critical moment, Bruce returned to Gotham, which left Rachel surprised and somewhat at a loss.

She wanted to reconnect with Bruce, but Bruce Wayne, who returned to Gotham, has become a playboy who has been immersed in the world all day long. She has seen Wayne come and go with different beauties more than once. At the reception, the boy who once only looked at her seems to be dead.

At the end of that accidental meeting at the Old Gun Bar, Bruce once said to her, "None of this is the real me, the inner me is not so superficial."

But her response was, "A person's inner life is not important, what he does is important."

Since that day, Rachel has never interacted with Bruce again. She thinks he has let her down.

But Rachel didn’t know that Bruce in the dark was a different kind of person, just as he said, he was not superficial inside, and she also didn’t know that that kind of superficial disguise was just for the son of Gotham to protect the people around him. To be precise, to protect her.

"Why did he become like this!"

Rachel stood on the third floor of the Arkham Asylum, standing outside Falcone’s prison, looking through the thick glass of the old man who had gone completely crazy and was strapped to the bed. It was hard to imagine. This disheveled, haggard and crazy old man, a few days ago, was still a gangster in Gotham.

Falcone now only says one word, "Scarecrow" back and forth.

The expression on Rachel’s face is ugly. She is ready to sue Falcone. Thanks to the help of the self-proclaimed Batman, she has enough evidence. Once the court opens, Rachel’s will be nearly 100%. With certainty, Falconi could be sent to prison, but now, all of this has been lost.

"I remember, the Falconi family has no history of mental illness!"

Rachel turned to look at the person standing next to him, and asked very bluntly, "Can you explain me? Why did he become like this less than a minute after he met you?"

Standing next to Rachel is Dr. Klein, who is dressed in a gray suit and has neat hair. As the manager of the Arkham Asylum, he accompanies the unbelieving Rachel to check Falcone’s situation. Facing the question of Rachel, who was full of anger, Klein's eyes flashed with impatience. He reached out and took off his gold glasses, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the lenses while casually. Say,

"In fact, many people have potential mental illness. Their absence of the disease only means that they are lucky. It does not mean that they are healthy. Unfortunately, Ms. Rachel and Mr. Falcone belong to that kind of hidden patient. , You should be grateful that you were not present when he became ill, otherwise he will definitely hurt you."

Klein looked at Rachel's bumpy figure maliciously, and shook his head.

"Well, Miss Rachel, I'm very busy. I don't have time here to argue with you about these obvious things. In this regard, I am an expert. If you want to question me, please show me the evidence. If there is nothing else If so, I'll go ahead and do it yourself.

After speaking, Klein put his glasses on his eyes, waved to Rachel, and then walked towards the old elevator.

"I have applied for a judicial examination, Mr. Klein, the forensic doctor from Star City will arrive in Gotham tomorrow morning, as you said, because you are an expert in this area."

Rachel stood on the spot holding her shoulders, sneered at Klein’s back, "So if I want to question you, I have to find another expert. After Mr. Hoffer makes a judgment, I think the truth will come to light. Up."

Klein’s footsteps finally stopped at this moment. Where Rachel couldn’t see, a touch of killing intent flashed in Klein’s lover-like eyes. His expression was hideous, but turning When he passed, the hypocritical smile returned to his face.

"All right, Miss Rachel, you are really a headache."

Klein rubbed his forehead and made a "please" gesture to her.

"Then please come with me. Actually, I do have some material about Falconi's madness, which may be helpful to your investigation."

Klein’s expression was very sincere. Rachel looked at him suspiciously. Until ten seconds later, the young assistant prosecutor sighed and stroked his chestnut hair. There was a touch of victory in his eyes. Smile.

"Isn't it better to cooperate earlier? Mr. Klein, as long as Falcony is sent to prison, there will be no intersection between us."

Rachel said indifferently to the doctor in front of her, "Then lead the way, Dr. Klein, I hope this cooperation will make my impression of you better."

"of course!"

Klein smiled and moved his fingers. "I think we will be friends. I absolutely believe in this. Okay, come with me, Miss Rachel. My office is underground. You know, this lunatic asylum. The design is very unreasonable, and it’s too noisy."

Klein’s words are not groundless. The Arkham Asylum was established a long time ago. It used to be a comprehensive hospital ten years ago. Yes, at the beginning of the Great Depression, in that special era, the design Teachers would not consider the comfort of this hospital for the poor. In fact, the original intention of this hospital was to give the homeless poor people a chance to support themselves.

However, with the accidental death of the advocates of the plan, the Wayne and his wife, this newly built hospital was also covered with a veil of misfortune. Eventually, with the continued decline of the narrow island, it became deserted. Inquiry until Klein's arrival.

He is an excellent manager and operator. Under his command, the old Arkham lunatic asylum ushered in pure gains for the first time, although people from the narrow island complained to the government that the lunatic asylum often There were horrible wailing, but no one would really come to investigate.

Rachel walked into the elevator that exuded a strange smell. She vaguely remembered that the style of this elevator was the design that she had seen in Wayne Manor when she was a child and was abandoned long ago. Before pressing the button, she still needs the key. unlock.

Klein held the same primitive key in his hand.

When the elevator doors were slowly closed, Rachel suddenly had an urge to get out of the cage-like elevator. She suddenly realized that she knew nothing about Klein except for her disgust, but was like her. It doesn't seem to be a reassuring thing for such a weak girl and such a villain to go to his office.

Rachel took a step back slightly and leaned against the metal elevator. Her hands touched her pockets. The left pocket contained the electric shock device she carried, and the right pocket contained a sheathed dagger. It was a "present" from Cyber ​​to her.

Rachel didn’t like this overly violent self-defense weapon, but at this moment, when her finger touched the surface of the dagger, an indescribable sense of security returned to her body and brought back the name of courage. thing.

"Ding"

The elevator opened on the first floor of the basement. Klein walked out without saying a word. Rachel followed him and walked into the wall that had begun to fall. Hell, this place looked like those third-rate fears. The scenes in the movie are exactly the same.

Rachel began to regret it, but out of justice insisted that she still followed Klein's footsteps, this guy who always liked to mock others, at this time did not say a word, holding the elevator key in his hand to move forward quickly At the very front of this terrible corridor where only the overhead light shines, is a closed blue door.

"It's there, I put all the information there."

Klein looked back at Rachel and said with some surprise, "Miss Rachel, your face looks a little bad, do you need a rest?"

Rachel shook her head, and a strange smell passed into her nostrils. She gritted her teeth, reached out and took out the electric shock and dagger, and hid them in her sleeves.

"boom"

Klein put his hands on the blue door and pushed it outwards. A dark room appeared in front of Rachel. She cautiously walked into it, but what she saw was not a room full of information. The house is a corridor-shaped second floor. Below, there are busy workers wearing white jumpsuits. They wear tight masks and protective measures. The horrible attire is very reminiscent. To something related to the virus.

When Rachel walked into the room and stood by the railing, Klein snapped his fingers, and the person working below raised his head and saw the beauty of the prosecutor who had broken into this dark kingdom.

Rachel noticed that several of the strong men were still holding weapons, which were cold firearms, while others in white protective suits diluted the green liquid prepared by the workers and then Follow the break in the two water pipes and pour it into the tap water pipe that is connected to the narrow island and the entire Gotham.

No matter what they are doing, this is not like a normal mental hospital.

"Snapped"

Klein snapped his fingers again and attracted Rachel’s gaze to him. At this time, Klein no longer had that kind of intellectual temperament. He looked arrogant and evil. He held it in his left hand. A scarecrow bag woven with a rag bag and black thread, he looked at Rachel, his eyes under his glasses sparkled with naked malice and mockery.

"Welcome to my place, Rachel Dawes, this is the truth about Arkham and Falcony you've been looking for."

Klein put the horrible mask on his head, and his voice became strange and hoarse under the effect of the voice changer.

"In the outside world, strength is the strong, but here, consciousness is more important. Welcome to... my kingdom of fear!"

Klein was like a hunter struggling to watch a weak prey fall into a trap. He stretched out his left hand. There was a black watch on his wrist. He tapped the watch with his finger.

"Give you 30 seconds, run, little girl! This is your last chance to escape!"

Rachel’s breathing became rapid. When Klein said this, she turned and rushed out of the door. Klein was not in a hurry, he laughed and wandered out of the room. The bunch of keys flicked back and forth on his fingers.

Rachel hurriedly rushed into the elevator, frantically pressed the button on the first floor, then took out her mobile phone, edited a text message, and sent it to her few friends, at the same time as the send button was pressed. The elevator door in front of him opened, and what was greeted was the face of a scary scarecrow and the green gas ejected from Klein's cuff.

"Oh, spree! Surprise surprise?"

"Rachel...you sent yourself to hell by yourself. I think Bruce Wayne will really like the "gift" we will give him next. He thought the Shadow Warrior Alliance would let him and his city go, but We have never forgotten his betrayal! We destroy this place and destroy everything, starting with you... from Bruce Wayne's favorite woman! Hahaha...ah!!!"

Klein's laughter was not over yet, Rachel, who inhaled the poison gas of fear, felt that the surrounding scenes began to be distorted, and she subconsciously pierced both things in her hand.

The huge amount of electric current erupting in an instant made Klein's body stay in place, while the dagger in the other hand pierced Klein's arm fiercely.

But that's the end. As the striker of the Kagemusha League, Klein has also undergone rigorous training, and the pain is not enough to defeat him. Rachel trembled and struggled, but with the bloody air, she was beautiful. Klein grabbed her hair, pulled her down, dragged her to the ground, and walked towards the factory where poison gas was processed.

The blood ticked down on the ground. In the corner of the elevator, on the phone whose screen had been broken, an icon was shining brightly.

"Sent".