Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"You are willing to be deceived by a fool, and you are not willing to focus on the really important things. Gotham will be ruined by you! Bastards!"

If you just listen to this sentence, then Director Lauper is definitely one of the people who moved Gotham, but the fact now is that he and his unreasonable arrogance and arrogance are affecting the progress of really important things, so he Eventually he was "invited" out.

"Laub is not such a stubborn person." Alfred whispered, "It's just that Falcone's death makes his status precarious. He urgently needs to do something to maintain his current position. That's it."

"Oh oh oh! Listen to what you say, old man."

Saibo exaggeratedly said, "So for that fat man's position, the whole city, including you, is going to be chopped off with your hands tied up?"

He put his hands on the table, his head on the palms, he looked at the people in front of him, "I actually doubt how this kind of stuff sits in the position of the chief of the police station. Doesn't this position need a person with a heart of justice? , And can someone of superior ability come here? For example, Chief Jim Gordon, I think he is good, Mr. Nestor, what do you think?"

"Ahem"

Gordon certainly knows who the person behind the mask is, but he is really embarrassed by such an ingenious "recommendation". He coughed slightly and was about to speak, but was interrupted by the mayor's assistant. He looked quite awkward. The young and capable Nestor said bluntly,

"That's a legacy issue. We can talk about it later. Let's talk about you now, Mr. Mysterious Man. Although I don't recognize that sign personally, from the opinion of Major Thomas, your message is trustworthy. Then let us Let’s get to the point, who are they? Why are they attacking Gotham? And how are they going to attack Gotham?"

Cyber ​​turned to look at Alfred, who nodded at him.

"Let me introduce this. After receiving the warning from Mr. Mysterious Man, the Wayne family spent a lot of effort to collect information about them. The organization is called the Shadow Warriors League. Yes, it sounds silly, but it really Existence, and the history of existence is far beyond our imagination. The Great Fire of London in 1666 came from their hands, including the tragic massacres in Europe after entering modernization, which have something to do with them."

Alfred’s words were clear, and in just a few words, he exaggerated the horror of the Shadow Warrior Alliance, and then emphasized his tone to attract the attention of everyone present.

"As for why they are looking at Gotham, unfortunately, we don’t know the specific reasons, but according to their internal situation, this is likely to be an action involving evil beliefs. You can regard them as armed. The heretical cultists are desperate in combat. The most important thing is that they have undergone rigorous training. They are more difficult to deal with than ordinary soldiers, and they have strong execution ability. This is why I found Shane!"

Alfred looked at Nestor, his gray-haired face revealed a touch of solemnity.

"Before the National Guard arrives, we cannot put all our hopes on the Gotham Police Station. I believe Mr. Gordon has the same opinion!"

The two people nodded slowly. The Gotham Police Department is no longer bad to describe. Major Thomas is a soldier. He is more concerned about the other side. After Alfred finished speaking, he knocked on the table, low. Asked,

"So what about their possible organizational offensive mode?"

"They can dispatch 300-500 people."

Alfred deliberately said that this number was learned from his young master. The Shadow Warrior Alliance is a huge organization. Such an armed force can even be called an army.

"As for the offensive mode, the confirmation we got was that they held an instrument off the Atlantic Ocean to be sent to the Nevada Desert for military experiments.

"It doesn't sound threatening. Can it evaporate human body water?"

Major Thomas asked with a frown, and Alfred replied in a low voice, "Yes! But I don't think they will use it to evaporate anyone's blood."

Everyone’s expressions were a little confused, and Lucius, who was leaning against the door, stretched out a finger.

"Mr. Major, what if the evaporated water contains psychotoxins?"

"boom"

Thomas instantly stood up from the chair, his hands on the table, his face solemnly looked at Lucius and Alfred, "Are you sure?"

They did not answer, but the expression on their faces proved everything. The major turned his gaze to Nestor and Gordon. From their ugly faces, the major already knew the answer to this question. Yes, Nestor and Ge Deng immediately thought of the poisoning incident in the Arkham Asylum on the narrow island a few days ago.

"I will contact the National Guard Command of the State immediately!"

The major left his seat, and he hesitated, "But IMHO, it will take 3 hours for the National Guards troops nearest to Gotham to come over, plus the time for communication and reporting, it will most likely exceed 4 hours. Is there enough time?"

"Of course... not enough!"

Saber moved his shoulders and stood up, spreading his hands, "Guys, don't be imaginary, they are here! My assistant was attacked by them on the narrow island, yes, they have touched your house. Yes, maybe the next moment you will lift the knife and chop it at your neck."

"I immediately returned to the city hall and advised the mayor to evacuate the people."

Nestor was a real activist. He stood up, put his coat in his hands, and Gordon also stood up, "I... hey, I can call in the officers who are still willing to act, Mounted Police And reloading the police, but I don’t know where to take them?"

"Go to Narrow Island!"

Lucius, who had been standing at the door, took out a monitor from his pocket. It was a bird's-eye view of Gotham. A red circle was very obvious on that picture, surrounding the center of Gotham.

"This is the only means of transportation that can cover the entire city center in the shortest time. If I were one of those shadow warriors, I would put that instrument on it, and only need to walk around for 30 minutes. Gotham City 40 % Of the place will be completely covered by the fear gas rising into the air, and the central water system of the entire city is under the Wayne Building, where it is the end point. Once they get there, the water supply system of the entire city is finished. Will be the beginning of the second wave of chaos."

Lucius glanced at the crowd and whispered, "Yes, I'm talking about the empty rail train. Its starting point is on the narrow island. What they want is not destruction. Everyone, they want chaos! So this This is the path they are most likely to choose."

"understood!"

Gordon nodded, and under the black-rimmed glasses were a pair of firm eyes, "I will do my best to guard the road to the narrow island, I will not let them pass so easily!"

"Very well, then do it, everyone!"

Alfred clenched his fists. "Time is no longer on our side. Hold on every minute and every second."

Everyone left, Saibo did not take off the black mask, he said with an urn voice,

"I told you the news last night, and you didn't start to act until this evening, Mr. Fu, your efficiency is too bad!"

"You can't blame Afu, Cyber."

Lucius sat next to him a little weary, took off his gold-rimmed eyes and rubbed them.

"Falconi has corroded the entire city's conquest department into a sieve. We have to spend a long time to distinguish who is a friend and who is an opponent. Don't you really think that the Kagemushas have not been installed in the Gotham City Government? You’re yours? Haven’t you wondered why Klein became the most famous local doctor in just two years?"

"God, I feel more and more that I'm on a sinking ship."

Saibo murmured maliciously, "Maybe if I join the camp of the Shadow Warriors now, maybe I can save a life. With such teammates, can we really win? Look outside, they are still brightly lit up. Carnival till dawn!"

"This is not their war."

Battier, who has not spoken all the time, the spirited old man in his 50s who only wore a training vest on this late autumn night said, "Afu never expects them to help, Mr. Mysterious Man, Didn't you even ask how many mercenaries old Afu found?"

"Ok?"

Saber instantly became interested. He turned to look at Alfred who was sitting there resting. The latter noticed Saber's gaze, and his 3 fingers swayed in front of Saber's eyes.

"300 people, the best kind we can hire!"

"what!"

Saber stood up abruptly, and he finally heard the good news, "I took back what I said. I finally found a trustworthy teammate, Alfred. If we win, you must be the biggest hero. .. Wait, who are those people?"

Ah Fu followed Saibo’s fingers and looked out the window. There, an orange pickup truck that was the same as the old pickup truck was parked in front of Wayne Castle, and from the inside came a person wearing a black dress. The elderly gentleman with a walking stick in his hand, and five or six other people dressed in various colors, they wandered into the castle and seemed to be blocked, but soon the security at those doorways let them in.

"I'm not very familiar with the high society of Gotham, Mr. Afu, have you seen them?"

Cyber ​​turned his head to look at the old housekeeper. The expression on his face became difficult to look at. He shook his head.

"Something is wrong! Battier, prepare your people!"

The mercenary leader grabbed the baseball cap from the table, put it on his head, and strode out. Cyber ​​also took out his cell phone and dialed Kevin's phone. After 1 minute, the conversation became smooth, and Cyber Hearing the girl’s soft voice and Kevin’s violent gasping,

"Wh... what's the matter? I'm very busy..."

The voice caught the eyes of Ah Fu and Lucius almost immediately. Seeing the weird eyes of the two old guys, Cyber's face under the mask became awkward, but the mask was not removed.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his desire to growl, and said in a low voice,

"Go drive and fetch things, Kevin, here comes the opportunity you want!"

"......it is good!"

There was a fluttering sound from the other side of the microphone, and after a few seconds, Kevin’s voice came again.

"Head, I'll go over at once!"

On the other side, Bruce Wayne, who was standing in the hall boringly and communicating with people whose names he didn’t even remember, felt a wave of boredom. When the war was approaching, he had to be distracted to deal with it. These troublesome people made him feel helpless.

But another level of his identity destined that he could not join the small meeting that was being held. He could only stay here and play his role as a playboy. Life would have been troublesome enough. If you add another level The identity that needs to be concealed is really no fun in life.

Bruce drank the sweet and greasy wine in his hand, set aside the glass in his hand, and then the sweet voice of the maid rang behind him.

"Master Wayne, there is a visitor here who has not made an appointment. He said he is your old friend."

"Oh?"

Wayne eased his shoulders, and he turned around, "My friend is very..."

He saw the tall man who looked at him indifferently. His beard was decorated like a tiger's beard, gray and white, spreading to his lips. Bruce could not say the second half of the sentence, and the figure was superb. The maid is still introducing,

"He said his name is Lars..."

"Lars Al Goul."

Bruce put his left hand on the shoulder of the maid he had never seen before, and whispered, "Go down and let Ah Fu be ready to "enter guests."

The maid cast a wink at Wayne, but Wayne didn't notice her, but fixed her gaze on the silent tall man in front of him, so the maid turned and left helplessly.

"No! You are not him! You are not Lars Al Goul! I killed him myself!"

Bruce stared at the tall guy, he whispered, the next moment, another familiar voice sounded behind him.

"But isn't Lars Al Gore immortal?"

"Isn't his will surpassing reality?"

When Bruce Wayne heard this sound, his whole body trembled as if struck by lightning. He gritted his teeth and looked at the familiar and respectful figure behind him.

"Of course, a well-known son of Gotham who went out in the middle of the night to be a hero and has a dual identity, you should not complain about the dual identity of an old friend.

"Ducat! It's you!!"

The old gentleman put down the cane in his hand and squinted it in front of him. His hawk-like eyes were placed on Bruce. His moustache was white, separated on both sides, spreading over his mouth, decorated as real Tiger's beard is just like that, which makes him look like a very majestic figure.

"Call me Lars Al Goul, Bruce Wayne, my best disciple! Are you happy to see me?"