Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"boom"

Another loud noise appeared in the sky behind the crowd. Gordon, wearing a gas mask, turned around and saw a flame that was lit up in the sky. The poor sheriff couldn't help but crossed his chest. , Everything tonight is a bit too exciting for him.

At the moment the train loaded with microwave transmitters rushed out of the narrow island, Gordon was even desperate. When the sea behind the suspension bridge line of defense was stirred up by a huge white water column, the entire thermal well on the edge of the narrow island was washed away. Fear of poison gas permeated the sky, causing the fog on the narrow island to rise again.

By the sheriff’s side, there are only less than 100 police officers with combat capabilities left, and more are mercenaries who have evacuated from the narrow island battlefield with live ammunition. Now there are only 155 of the 200 best mercenary fighters left. Personally, their commander Battier had been killed in the previous attack, and they withdrew the suspension bridge line under the leadership of their respective commanders.

Now Gordon is their commander.

The entire suspension bridge line of defense is already in front of blood. Most of them are mixed with the expelled civilians, trying to attack the line of defense, black warriors, and a small number of villains in orange prison uniforms holding weapons. These guys are During the first wave of attacks, they were released from the police station on the narrow island.

They drove the civilians who were invaded by the fear and poison gas to try to attack here, but after the gunshots rang and the surrounding people were knocked down, the civilians screamed and fled in even more terrifying fear, and they ended up screaming. The dangerous elements were exposed, and then they were caught and beaten by the already angry mercenaries.

This can be regarded as retribution.

After the fog in front of us became denser, there were occasional slight explosions and roars. With the dim lights of the narrow island and the corpses and blood stains in the direction of the police cars lined up, it rendered this place like hell, another burst of madness. The sound of roaring and running sounded, and all the mercenaries subconsciously opened the insurance of their weapons. The night's battle made them exhausted, almost reflexively pointing their muzzles at the fog.

"Don't come close! Put down your weapon and step back!"

"boom"

Before Gordon’s words were finished, a bullet was shot out of the fog. Although Gordon wearing a bulletproof helmet was still tens of thousands of miles away, the next moment, gunfire like a rainstorm sounded from his side. It was a civilian who was stumbling like a zombie. After the concentration of fear poison gas increased, these poor people completely lost control of their own will. Now all their actions are controlled by instinct, and this instinct has to succumb to the distortion of fear. under.

With this kind of self-defeated situation, I can't expect to reason with them. After the gunshots rang out, Gordon could only see the figure in the mist being knocked down, and then he was howling with fear. Gordon breathed a sigh of relief when the screams sounded, these guys who had been scared turned around and fled.

He was really frightened by the wave of violent charges ten minutes ago, watching the sight of those people being hit by bullets and falling to the ground, blood flowing, it was like a scene in a nightmare. In that wave of shock, Gordon also shot. He didn't know if he had hit the samurai in black, but he didn't want to recall the scene just now.

The sheriff felt very tired, more of a mental burden. He stared at the fog in front of him. After noticing that the last running sound had disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief and leaned on the side of the car. Some trembling squatted down. He felt that his throat was dry and his lips were about to split. He continued to drink a glass of water, and a tired voice sounded in his headset.

A few seconds later, Gordon stood up abruptly from his hiding place. He squeezed the phone in his hand and shouted,

"Their leader has been killed, we won!"

The news shocked everyone on the defense line.

He is an upright police officer. He is neither Cyber ​​nor Bruce. Killing a few strangers with his own hands is enough to make his conscience uneasy. If he can, he is also unwilling to stay here as the commander of the line of defense.

Behind them, the suspension bridge remotely put up by Lucius is slowly descending, and the National Guard is only less than 50 kilometers away from Gotham. At present, most of the police in the Gotham Police Department are trapped in the chaos of the narrow island. , The order that the entire city is about to collapse because of that invisible fear needs these soldiers with guns to maintain.

In peacetime, everyone expresses their aversion to violence, but when the situation is bad enough to a certain extent, only violence can bring an indescribable security. In fact, everyone is a manifestation of this self-contradiction.

Ten minutes later, the people on the suspension bridge line of defense returned to the main city. They rebuilt the line of defense inside the city. In the communication that was just restored, the sheriff learned some other news. It was breached, and more than 450 prisoners of various kinds were missing in the riots set off in the prison.

They also set a fire on the outskirts of the city and burned the Wayne Manor, Gotham’s iconic building. Fortunately, no one was injured. Finally, it was the news that the National Guard entered the city. They set up a simple outpost on the bridge leaving the city. Gang, it is said that the chaos in the outermost periphery of the city is over.

They soon reached the narrow island, the hardest-hit area of ​​this chaos.

Gordon finally breathed a sigh of relief. He took off the gas mask that made him difficult to breathe, and threw it aside. He took out a crumpled cigarette from the unusual cigarette case pinched in his pocket and held it in his mouth. On, took a deep breath of smoke.

There was still gunpowder smoke coming out of the narrow island in the distance, but thanks to the existence of the large amount of water vapor evaporated by the moist fog, there was no trace of the fire. This is a great hardship in misfortune.

"This is simply...a disaster."

Standing on the edge of the promenade, Gordon looked at the narrow island still shrouded in mist. How many people died in the chaos tonight?200, 300, or more. These numbers and the bloody scene were engraved in his mind as if they were engraved. They were heavy like a mission-like pressure, and even made him breathless. Everything that happened late will stay in his heart firmly and will not forget it until he gets old.

This night in Gotham, in the darkness of all existence induced by fear, the fate of some people has been completely changed. Gordon is only one of them, but those who are trapped in fate will never know The ups and downs of fate, there are always invisible hands that will push them in a direction that they can't see.

In the thick darkness, there are more dangerous creatures entrenched there, and the room is full of bloody smell, which makes people a little sick.

"what!"

A sound mixed with some kind of chilling and pleasant sound rang out from the darkness, and then a guy who climbed up from the ground, through the dim light outside the window, he could see that he had scattered hair, which looked like I haven't taken care of it for more than ten days.

In the darkness, the guy staggered, then let out a groan, and covered his waist, where a wound pierced by a bullet was still bleeding.

He is wearing a dark purple suit and looks a bit spacious, with a scattered green shirt and a dark patterned tie. He wears black gloves and holds a switchblade in his left hand. He cannot see his face in the dark. , I can only see those eyes, even under extreme pain, those eyes are surging with a strange color.

Deep in his eyes, the pupils are abnormally enlarged, indicating that this guy is already in a state of being affected by the fear of poison gas. He is holding the wall and walking slowly forward in the dark, behind him, there is a strong smell of blood. .

There are two more corpses. Four hours ago, it was his partner, but after inhaling the damn mist, they were crushed by fear, and they started fighting in a small space with pistols and sharp blades. , In the end only he survived.

He walked to the window and stretched out his hands laboriously to open the heavy curtains, letting the dim light enter the room, looking out the window, the street was silent, there was no one moving, his eyesight was very good , So he can still see those lying on the street who don’t know their lives.

There is also a horse that has lost its owner. After the fog slowly subsided, it recovered its calm. Now it is standing alone under the street lamp, seeming to be looking for its owner.

This is a house on the edge of a narrow island. It was supposed to be the residence of a thriving little gang, but after the attack by the Shadow Warriors ended, it was dead silent.

"Ha, haha..."

This guy started to laugh nervously. He laughed and waved the switchblade in his hand. He didn't know what he was laughing at, but after a few seconds, he stopped suddenly and he pulled a chair from the side. He didn't even care about the unpleasant sound of the heavy chair sliding across the floor.

He was still sticky under his feet. It was a feeling of blood stained. He sat on a chair, propped his chin with his left hand and started thinking, like a philosopher, he suddenly inserted the switchblade in his hand into the table. And then carefully pulled open his purple coat, tiptoedly took out a bloody playing card from the inner lining pocket. He did this very carefully, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone. He closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

A few seconds later, he yanked the playing card out and threw it on the table. With the help of the dim light, he saw the clown on the card.

"Ah, I'm lucky!"

He pursed his mouth, and got up with joy at the speed visible to the naked eye. He hummed a song and stood up, kicked the stool he was sitting on, and accidentally affected the wound. He grinned in pain, and he looked back. Glancing at the two guys who had long lost their lives lying in the dark house, he said with a trace of sadness,

"It's a pity that we get along pretty well, but we always separate. I'm used to it!"

After speaking, he put his entire face on the glass in front of him, opened his mouth, breathed on it, and then drew a clown pattern on the glass with a clumsy drawing technique, and then he covered his wound with satisfaction and left. When he turned around for the last time, he stared at the only mirror in the house.

What is reflected above is a face covered with white paint, matched with the high abnormal right hairline, the chaotic blond hair, the dark circles deliberately made with black dye, and the mouth and mouth. A mouth painted with bright red paint on both sides.

The skin with the corners of the mouth torn and stitched by a sharp weapon is clearly visible, which makes this seemingly funny appearance, with a trace of abnormal distortion and madness. This combination is called fear!

He took a deep breath, and the gas with a faint toxic gas of fear was breathed into his nose. The sensory world in front of him was distorted again, and he saw him in the mirror talking to him and smiling at him in a daze.

He stood in front of the mirror blankly, and finally grinned, showing a grinning painful smile.

"Hey, this is me..."

"This is it, joker! The game, let's start!"

"boom"

The door to the room was closed, and after the last survivor left, this ghost place was dominated by silent death, and it would take several days before anyone noticed here and the dead body.

But anyway, the narrow island was destroyed, and this invasion was finally over.