Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

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Dilapidated, battered, with flames, almost like an old pickup from the battlefield stopped in the depths of the jungle in front of Wayne Manor. If it weren't for Bruce's guidance, Cyber It is impossible for people to find this place in the quiet night.

Wayne Manor itself is already located on the outskirts of Gotham. This place is even more exaggerated. It is already on the edge of Gotham. A few kilometers away is the state highway to other cities. This is the area belonging to the Wayne family. Ordinary people can't get in at all. Even if they get in by chance, they won't be lucky enough to find this place surrounded by woods and mountain walls before being discovered.

Saber opened the car door. Maybe he tried harder. The door slammed on the ground. Saber scratched his head speechlessly. This car is completely useless. I hope that the old man will not mention the lever when he comes back. It is said that the old Chuntian who had participated in World War II, whose rifling was about to be smoothed, sought him desperately.

He took a deep breath. In this quiet darkness, in this jungle, a strange noise echoed from time to time. It should be the sound of the alarmed animals living in the lush woods, Cyber Looking into the distance, you can even see the black smoke that burst into the sky when Wayne Castle was burning.

In front of him, was a small waterfall. After he turned on the flashlight, he could vaguely see that behind the waterfall, there was a dark mountain rift, black, and against the tranquil surroundings that made the scalp numb, there seemed to be It is the gateway to hell.

Anyway, a normal person would never choose to enter there at this time.

Bruce, Alfred and Lucius also walked down from the pickup. Cyber ​​lit a cigar and turned to look at the three people behind him.

"This is the bat nest? What a wonderful hiding place! You guys can really hide things."

There are still a few scratches on Bruce’s face. This seemingly playboy is in a bad mood now, he doesn’t want to say a word, but because Cyberspace really saved his life tonight, and it’s the second time. , He closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief, then nodded.

"You can enter directly below Wayne Castle from here. There are only these two entrances in that place. Come with me, Afu, find some rope, otherwise it will be difficult for us to just get in like this. The water is deep in that place."

After Alfred and Lucius moved away a little bit, Bruce moved closer to Cyber, lowering his voice.

"Thank you, Cyber, you didn't have to do that."

The latter didn't look back at all, he shook his hand, then bent over and carried the unconscious Kevin out of the car.

"That's an employment, isn't it? You are my boss, I should do something for you, but Bruce, in this situation, are you going to stop me?"

Saibo meant something, and Bruce also knew what Saibo meant. There was a tangled in his eyes, but in the end, the entanglement became firm. He nodded and placed his left hand on Saibo's shoulder. on,

"Go ahead and protect this city with me!"

"No, no, I won't protect it!"

Cyber ​​turned his head and barked his teeth at Bruce, "I'm just fulfilling the employment agreement. Protecting it is what you have to do. Come on, while there is still time, talk about the Ducard thing, the kind of shadow. Is the way of movement a kind of ability or a special technique?"

Saber stuffed the cigar back into his mouth with one hand, took a hard sip, and let the smoke spray out of his nostrils.

"How do I feel that the shadow warriors I saw are not the same thing as Ah Fu... Could it be that the ones you have seen before are fake shadow warriors?"

"Ducard...he hid a lot of things from me."

Bruce clenched his fists, his teeth were also colliding, because of anger,

"Think about it now, the one I destroyed in Nepal,

"Then what trial is he talking about?"

Saibo asked again that this question silenced Bruce for a moment, and he finally sighed, "Dukad once said to me that he hoped that I would succeed Lars Al Gore's power and carry forward the League of Shadow Warriors. , I thought that was an encouragement, but now it seems that it should be one of his ways to choose a successor."

Bruce turned his head and looked at the black smoke rising in the sky, his eyes became deeper and more painful in the darkness.

"Seb, do you know? Ducard had already died in that rebellion, but I saved him back. I thought I saved someone who was still compassionate, but I personally caused this Everything, I wanted to protect this city, but I... personally pushed it into the abyss..."

The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds,

"So, are you confessing to me? Man, first of all, I am not a pastor, and secondly, I have no feelings for this city. You have found the wrong person."

Saber threw the cigar in his hand on the ground and stepped it out. He carried Kevin in one hand, while turning around and walking towards the waterfall, his slightly indifferent voice sounded in the darkness.

"Wars will always happen. All we can do is accept. If it makes you feel better, then I will say that this is not your fault, but I don’t think you need such a weak thing. Think of Rachel. Think about the people you care about and the people you love. Do you want to waste time on the past?"

"Regret, that is the most useless thing in this world! Damn, I need my armor, my knife, my weapon, and some food, and finally a car, you have all these things Right?"

On the other side, in the orange pickup truck, a silver-white precision instrument with no gaps on the surface was placed in the carriage, Lars Al Gore, or Ducard, Sitting in the carriage, his clothes were lifted up. Behind him, a soldier in a black combat uniform was using a pair of tweezers to move around Ducat’s wound, and finally caught a piece with blood and broken pieces. Bullets of meat.

During this process that was enough to make ordinary people crazy, Ducard said nothing. After the bullet was taken out, his face turned pale. Another soldier carefully took out a delicate wooden box from under his seat and opened it. Taking out the water bottle like a test tube from it, Ducard held it in his hand, twisted it gently, and then poured the crystal clear liquid on his wound.

"Well…"

Master Ninja's fist was tightly clenched. At this moment, the steel-like leader let out a muffled grunt, but in the light of the carriage, which was not too bright, the hideous wound was covered by the liquid, visible to the naked eye The speed heals up.

This liquid is so amazing!

During this whole process, the five people in the carriage didn't say a word, just like the coldest fighters, completely eliminating the influence of emotion on them.

This unsophisticated truck is traveling all the way on Gotham’s already somewhat chaotic lane. Its direction is obvious, which is the narrow island, the place 80% of Gotham people don’t want to go, Mayor After reconfirming the news brought back by the assistant, the evacuation of civilians began at an unprecedented speed, but it did not go smoothly. The streets were full of cars leading to the outside of the city, and everyone was anxiously honking their horns. .

It's noisy!

There are also ordinary people walking to the refuge area under the leadership of the mounted police. After realizing that a terrorist attack is about to happen and the National Guard has begun to march towards Gotham, all the people with identity rush in. At the airport, dozens of planes left Gotham this evening.

But it doesn’t matter. Ducard looked at the noise outside the window, and a smile appeared on his mouth.

"The building will fall, and they will all be kicked out of their homes... That's great, isn't it? If the city is eventually destroyed, I think we have to thank these upper-class people for letting them drown in fear and then show themselves Killing, this city will become the London of the new era, and that fire will be ignited by our own hands."

He shook the cane in his hand contentedly. His wound was completely healed. A few minutes later, this orange-red pickup truck stopped outside the bridge leading to the narrow island. In front of it, there were more than a dozen vehicles. Police cars formed a simple line of defense, and farther away, a large number of heavily loaded policemen were seated in police cars and sent to the interior of the narrow island to maintain possible riots.

This is almost all the policemen that Gordon can find. Even the mounted policemen who would not be dispatched on weekdays were dispatched. They rode on horses fully armed, lined up in two rows, and marched towards the narrow island. In the riot suppression operation, the cavalry played a much more useful role than ordinary police. Obviously, Gordon had arranged it according to the worst-case scenario.

This rare busyness made the sheriff a little tired. He sat in the command vehicle and turned his head to look to the rear as if feeling, and then saw the orange pickup truck that was turning around the corner and then driving. He felt a little bit Doubt, now everyone is moving away from the narrow island, why would anyone try to enter the narrow island?

"Boss! There are obstacles ahead, a large number of police, do we need to force a breakthrough?"

The soldier who was driving turned his head to look at Ducat sitting in the co-pilot. The old gentleman who had restored his former grace gave a contemptuous snort.

"Our soldiers are ready on the narrow island, and the great war is about to begin...Where is there time to waste on these wastes? Turn on the launcher and let them be crushed by their own fear."

He gave an order, and the two soldiers immediately entered a series of complex passwords on the silver-white instrument. Two seconds later, the shell of the instrument slowly opened to the outside in a burst of electronic sounds like birds, revealing it. The body of the rapidly rotating cylindrical transmitter with blue light spots, in a place invisible to the human eye, strong, hot microwaves shoot out from the front of the instrument.

Theoretically, this instrument can even directly evaporate human body moisture, but it needs to be adjusted to the highest output. This prototype has a safety lock. The Kagemusha Alliance is not impossible to crack, but they don’t use the fear function now, hundreds of thousands Tons of water contaminated with fear venom flowed under their feet, and these things would help them crush the entire Gotham spine.

After all, how many ordinary people can resist the fear of rolling in the deepest part of their hearts?

At the beginning, the microwave transmitter only made the steam above the thermal well on the ground a little thicker, but at the next moment when Ducat ordered to increase the energy, all the heat within a full 1500m range with the small truck as the center At this moment, the wells were washed away by the frantic surging mist, like a white column of steam rushing to the sky.

But the partial microwave transmitter is not enough to send these steam pillars into the higher sky, so when they rise about 10 meters, they quickly disperse in the form of mist. In just 5 seconds, the entire block is covered. The mist mixed with special things enveloped.

This scene stunned Gordon, who stepped out of the command car. He subconsciously grabbed the gas mask hanging behind him and buttoned it on his face. But not everyone has Gordon’s awareness, even though it is at this level. After the water vapor is evaporated, the concentration of fear poison gas has dropped to a very low level, but for ordinary people, the dual stimulation of physical and psychological, the secretly amplified senses and the spasm of the circulatory system still let them in He lost most of his combat power almost instantly.

At first, they just started to tremble. Some weak people fell down holding their necks. This situation aggravated the psychological stimulation to others. In the distorted world, everything around them became frightened, and some people raised their fists. Shouting and smashing at the people around him, more people began to fight back, and finally with the first shot, the situation was completely out of control.

"Get away! Stay away from me! Ugly!"

"Devil, devil!"

"Ahhhhh! Kill you! Kill you!"

"Bang! Bang!"

The smell of blood became more and more pungent in the chaos. Gordon wanted to stop it, but he couldn’t help it... He could only watch the policeman he had brought shooting bullets into his companion’s body amidst mad shouts. Even more frightening is that after the mist dispersed, the surrounding people who were led to the refuge also had signs of confusion.

Gordon rushed out with a pistol. He stood trembling in front of the truck. He raised the pistol in both hands and pulled the trigger against the black windshield, like a praying mantis blocking the front of the moving train. general.

"Bump it!"

Ducat looked at Gordon indifferently. He wore a special mask and covered his mouth and nose. He gave orders coldly. The modified truck roared and smashed into the police car's defense line. Gordon looked at the truck that was getting closer and closer, watching the sparks that the bullets burst on the surface of the truck. For a moment, he even felt that being hit to death was a good ending.

But in the end, the faces of his wife and daughter flashed in his heart, and Gordon leaped outwards and avoided the truck that had hit him arbitrarily. At that moment, he saw Ducat’s expression of disdain, and the leader raised it. Finger, lightly stroke his neck.

An extremely arrogant circumcision.

Gordon clenched his fists and watched the truck swaying along the bridge towards the narrow island. After the moist mist was opened, two ruts covered with blood and meat remained.

This has become the place where chaos first appeared, and it has become the place where the gate of hell opens.

He smashed on the ground twice, and finally picked up the communicator feebly. After a while, his desperate voice rang in Bruce and Saibo’s ears.

"It's over... we couldn't stop them... chaos, it's started."