Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"I once saved you!"

Bruce looked at the man in front of him who was regarded as a mentor, and the second man he regarded as a role model after his father died. He took a step back and looked at all this in disbelief. He whispered, his voice full of anger. ,

"It shouldn't be like this! You...you lied to me?"

"I never lied to you, my disciple."

Lars Al Gore, or Ducard, the one who rescued Wayne from the prison of "experiencing life" a year ago, and invited him to join the Shadow Warriors League, and then devoted himself to teaching him all the fighting , The man with killing skills, the man who taught Bruce so much and too much truth, he reached out and took a glass of wine from the waiter next to him, put it to his mouth, and sniffed it lightly.

"For example, I told you not to show mercy to the enemy, but you always can't learn..."

Bruce took a deep breath, and he looked around. Soon, Ducard brought him, or someone who was in ambush in this manor in advance, he could see clearly, the man in suit standing on the second floor. Two waiters holding wine, two security guards standing at the gate, and other people hidden among the guests.

A total of 14, plus the absolutely difficult Ducat in front of him, Bruce's heart is like a ignited flame at this moment, and the deceived anger is like a burning flame, seeming to burn all his sanity. .

Today was supposed to be his birthday... But maybe it was also the beginning of a massacre.

Ducat stood so quietly, looking at him, with an indifferent smile at the corners of his mouth. His long windbreaker was hanging down around his body, which looked unusually heavy, and his whole body exuded an air of indifference. Perhaps it was a premonition of war. Nearly, that breath will become sharper like a knife.

"Dukad, you told me that the Shadow Warriors Alliance is a path for those who pursue justice. I don't understand why you are so keen on destruction? Gotham...I don't think this city hinders you!"

Bruce's hands are drooping, and under his neatly combed hair are a pair of sensible eyes. He is ready to fight, but at least for now, these ordinary people have to leave.

Damn it!If he knew that Ducard was so fast, he would never allow the stupid Earl to hold such a stupid banquet.

Yes, he is delaying time, I hope Alfred can notice what is happening here.

Ducard did not pay attention to his disciple’s tricks. On the contrary, he put the wine glass in his hand on a side table with his left hand with black gloves. He turned his head and looked around, then said to Bruce with a hint of emotion. ,

"I can't help but think of the scene of our first meeting. Before that dirty and cold prison, we have observed you for a long time. As we said before, even now, I cannot persuade you. Forget your past, but in fact, those of us, more people, have been silently paying attention to your future and paying attention to all you have done."

This majestic middle-aged man took two steps outwards, reached out and picked up the knife on the table, and looked in front of him. This action made Bruce nervous for a while. He knew that the knife would be in Ducat’s hands. How terrible, as long as he wants, he can kill everyone here with this knife... Don't doubt, he has this ability!

"One year ago, in Nepal, I learned about you from the report of my subordinates. What I thought at the time was that you were just a rich kid who was tired of city life and came to the countryside to experience life. He didn't care much. ."

"But you know what you were doing back then, right?"

Ducard looked at Wayne. Bruce didn’t want to answer, but he saw that the blade in Ducard’s hand was facing a lady in front of him. As long as he flicked his left hand, that lady would die, so he couldn’t. Not answering,

"At that time, I was experiencing the feeling of a criminal. I spent 6 years deep into all the criminals I could find in this world.

Bruce raised his head and looked at Ducard. At this moment, the noise of the whole hall had been forgotten, and he said every word,

"The scary thing is myself. At that time, I was afraid of my inner energy and my anger at midnight, because they would drive me to do terrible or great things."

Ducard put down the knife in his hand with satisfaction, he took up his cane,

"So at that time you have to make a choice, become great, or fall into fear... I gave you the opportunity to choose, but you gave up, didn't you?"

Before Wayne could answer, Ducard's voice became deep.

"People from your bright and beautiful world have too many things that are afraid of losing. You think you have witnessed the death of your father, you have witnessed the crimes you have seen, and you have realized the true despair and the ugliness of human nature. ?"

"No, Wayne, my disciple, you are still far behind!"

Ducard stretched out his left hand and waved back. The subordinates hidden in the crowd put down what they were doing. Bruce saw them walking into the corner, and then drew out the sword and gun.

Ducard's statement continued, his left hand was slightly raised, Bruce knew that as long as the finger was put down, those absolutely obedient lunatics would fire into the hall mercilessly and slaughter everything here.

"Look at you, Bruce, here, you are the prince of the whole city, no one knows, no one knows, only when you are thousands of miles away can you taste what no one knows, you bring your anger to me Come into the world, you beg me to train you and turn you into a truly fearless fighter, but give up everything in the final decision!"

"You are trying to prove your conscience in this way? Everything you do in Gotham is to prove that you are a great hero? I'm curious, have you really understood our world? You have really understood the Kagemusha Is it righteous?"

Bruce stared at the fingers in Ducat's hand, and he whispered.

"You are here for me, let the innocent people here leave!"

There was a trace of sarcasm on Ducard's face that was not concealed.

"Then go and talk to them yourself, Bruce, you once had a chance to understand us, but now, you have lost that opportunity forever! And it is because you can’t understand that you will feel your fear again. The fear I removed with my own hands, I will bring you something more terrifying again."

The indifferent teacher stretched out his hand and patted his most proud disciple on the shoulder,

"From...now! By the way, you only have 2 minutes!"

Bruce closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When the eyes were opened again, the anger and calmness coexisted. This powerful emotional manipulation made Ducard nodded with satisfaction. He wanted to make Bruce. Inheriting his position is not only because of the powerful strength of the Wayne family, but also because Bruce Wayne is good enough.

One year of training has made him one of the best geniuses in the Shadow Warrior Alliance.

Ducat has seen so many geniuses in this long life, but he has to admit that some people are born to be heroes or demons. Bruce's talent is so good... so good that he can even be jealous!

But his innate sympathy is superfluous. Any genius has its ills. The Creator will not make any life perfect out of thin air, but it doesn’t matter... Ducard looked at Bruce walking towards the middle of the hall, and the corner of his mouth appeared. With a smile, he knew how to get rid of that touch of sympathy, he just had to break the last line of defense in his heart.

Even if this is at the cost of his death, but the names of Lars El Gul and the Shadow Warriors will last forever, that's enough!

Those who follow the faith are not afraid of sacrifice!Especially when this sacrifice is valuable.

"If I didn't guess wrong, it should be Ducard."

On the other side, Alfred hurried to the hall with Cyber ​​and Lucius. The old man was holding a black pistol. Obviously, in his heart, Bruce’s safety is more important than his life. As he walked, he said,

"The young master told me about his story in the past year. Although the words are unclear, I can probably guess what happened to him. He entered the Shadow Warriors League and received training. It was a man named Ducard who led him in. But in the end, they asked him to kill a guilty farmer to fulfill the promise he made when he entered the organization, but he refused and clashed with them. He told me more than once that he killed Lars. Al Gore, and saved Ducat's life."

Ah Fu's expression is extremely serious,

"But I don't believe it! Do you understand? Cyber, I don't believe that the leader of that organization is so easily killed by the young master. He still has too little experience."

How could Cyber ​​not know this kind of thing?

He groaned,

"Do you suspect that Ducard is the real Lars Al Goul?"

"I'm not sure, but I noticed that there is a detail in the young master's words that he did not notice. Although Al Goul, who was killed by him, is indeed a martial artist, Ducard always appears with him... He said that Ducard had a superb status in that organization. I used to perform missions in Japan. When I was young, I heard people there say that there was a "Kagemusi" beside the ancient Japanese general. Loyal samurai, dedicated to protecting real big men."

Ah Fu took a deep breath, put the pistol in his hand behind him, and walked slowly into the hall.

"When facing these guys, you must be careful!"

Saibo thought for a while, took out the black mask just now from behind, and put it on his face, and then followed the two people into it. Bruce standing on the high platform was greeted, but his current state did not look good. Throughout Gotham, the upper-level figures who are inextricably linked to the Wayne family are surrounding him, but he is saying some lines that are not so "appropriate".

Well, enough to make everyone feel that his lines are unreasonable.

"As a member of the Wayne family, there is such a fact that there are always all kinds of people who eat, such as you..."

There is an unspeakable humiliation and helplessness in Bruce’s eyes. As Bruce Wayne, he wants to maintain the good reputation of the Wayne family more than anyone else. It is his father, his grandfather, and his The most precious legacy left by his ancestors, but now, he has to destroy him with his own hands.

"You said that too much, Bruce, are you drunk!"

Earle, the chairman of Wayne Industries, flashed a hint of joy in his eyes. This fat guy was worrying about how to hold Wayne Industries in his own hands. As a result, Bruce said it was impolite and ruined. According to the reputation of the Wayne family, he pretended to be good for him and walked up, trying to hold Bruce, but he was arrogantly thrown away.

"Okay, I haven't finished it yet. Earle, you are always like this. You are greedy and irritable. Isn't it true that I'm telling you? Then I'm really here for me, a 26-year-old Did the young man congratulate his birthday? I don’t think so!"

Wayne’s voice echoed throughout the hall, and Alfred, who was loyal to the Wayne family, stared at this scene dumbfounded, which had never appeared in his worst fantasy, his master, the master he served. , Was personally destroying the hundred-year-old reputation of the Wayne family. He wanted to rush to stop him, but was caught by the quick-eyed Cyber.

"Let go of me, I have to stop him! He can't just destroy what his father left behind..."

"Calm down, Afu!"

Saibo looked at the man standing not far away, wearing a black coat and exuding coldness, and he whispered in Alfred's ear.

"Do you know what to do before killing a person?"

"He's killing his name, he's killing Bruce Wayne's name, he's forcing him to destroy everything he owns, and then pushing him into the abyss little by little... You have to help him. do!"

Before Bruce's "improvisation speech" was finished, he saw the last person in the hall lifting something, wearing a weird black mask.

"boom!"

The gunshot broke all the tranquility. Ducard, who was immersed in this drama, was awakened. He suddenly turned his head and saw the masked Saibo kicking the table in front of him. Those cooking very Delicious food and drinking are spilled everywhere.

Like a thug, he reached out and grabbed Alfred with a shocked look, and put the gun in his hand against his white-haired head, and the hoarse voice spread throughout the hall.

"I'm here for Bruce Wayne's revenge! Bruce, are you trying to protect these damn bastards? Look at them, each of them shouldn't be so proud to live noble, their hands are full of blood, They should die with you, but... now! Get out of me all the bastards who have nothing to do with the damn name Wayne!"

Saibo stretched out his hand and shot another shot in the air. The third shot hit the unlucky Mr. Earle. He was hit in one of the legs and blood flowed freely. Amidst Earle’s screams of killing a pig, The chaos of the crowd intensified again, and women’s screams continued to be heard. The big men lay on the ground in embarrassment, crawling towards the door like fat insects. Their wealth and power, identity and status are here. Under the oppression of this kind of death, it failed to bring them even a sense of security.

You see, after stripping off the bright outer coat, they are no different from ordinary people.

"You have 10 seconds to get out! Or just stay and die with Wayne!"

Saber yelled loudly, but his eyes collided with Ducard whose eyes were like a knife. He whispered in Alfred's ear,

"Wayne owes me again..."

"Save the young master, the Wayne family can give you everything you want!"

"Good! Deal!"