Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

In the next few days, it was calm and calm, and it was very doubtful that Gotham would have passed its worst period.

But only a few people know that a group of lunatics are hiding in this city. In the dark, he grinned and planned his own evil business. No one knows who he will aim at the next bullet but at least right now. , They are still safe.

Some embarrassed Maloney and Wools and other gangsters came out of prison. They have money. In these years, money basically has everything, but even if they spend huge bail fees to save themselves It was found out, but it has become a lonely family. Although there is still a younger brother to drive, it is a pity that the most ferocious and capable staff have been put in prison. As long as Harvey Dent’s accusation is not over, they will Don't think of it.

8 big bosses, look at me and I see you, and then left quietly in the car. Even if their strength is severely damaged, their business will continue. Ten minutes later, the only big boss Todd has rooted in the central city. He returned home with exhaustion.

It was a luxurious apartment. It was probably the red devil's massacre that frightened everyone. So wherever Todd went, he was surrounded by four loyal, gun-bearing brothers.

But when they walked into the house, they smelled the cigar. When Todd turned around, he saw a figure sitting on the luxuriously decorated sofa with his back facing him, without seeing his face. I can only see the fingers sticking out of the sofa and holding the cigar.

"Who are you, how dare you break into here!"

The anger brought by the humiliation Todd endured in prison flourished at this moment, and his little brother also pulled out his guns, and the next moment, the guy in the black trench coat stood up, holding him in his hand. A black straight-bladed knife with a sheath turned around, and what caught the eyes of five people was a mottled, slightly broken, twisted ghost face with three burnt black claw marks on it.

"Hello, Todd Jefferson, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

After a slant, Gordon received the call.

"Director, I'm sorry, but Todd is dead, just in his house."

"what?"

A trace of pain flashed across Gordon’s face. He had probably guessed what happened, but he still had to do what should be done. He sighed and put down the phone.

"Robin!"

"Robin?"

The office door was pushed open, and a brown-skinned policewoman asked,

"Chief, what's the matter? You personally approved the 10-day holiday that Officer Robin took."

"Oh. Yes, I forgot."

Gordon patted his head. Recently, the white hair on his head hid at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he looked a lot older. While holding his clothes, he said to the policewoman,

"Sergeant Naramirez, the police station is handed over to you, I'll go out."

He looked around, lowered his voice, "Watch that bastard!"

"Well, I see, Chief."

A firm light flashed in Ramirez's eyes, "I will look at him well and rest assured."

Thanks to Gotham’s bad traffic, when Gordon arrived at the scene of the crime, it was already 10 minutes later. He just walked into Todd’s house and saw that it was stabbed on the wall by four knives in a large font. Corpse.

That is, Todd is next to the corpse, and a line of blood occupies almost half of the wall.

"BloodillhaveBlood"

"eye for eye"

Gordon murmured to himself, and at this moment, the phone in his hand jumped.

"Didi, Dididi"

"Hey, Rachel, what's the matter?"

"Gordon, the evidence room of the prosecutor's office was stolen"

Rachel's voice was unabashedly sad, "Seb took his things."

"I already know and I see it."

Gordon hung up the phone as if he had lost his soul, but within 5 minutes,

"Chief Albert, dead."

Albert is another gang leader. After Todd was killed less than 2 gang leaders, only 6 of the 8 gang leaders who were just released were left.

Cyber ​​did not appear as a red devil again, but Gordon found that when he became an ordinary person, his lethality and deterrence were almost magnified by more than 10 times, like a drop of venom, fused into the lake , Don't even think about catching it.

And now it seems that Cyber’s idea is very clear, at least until all the gang leaders in this city die, he will not stop, just like a hunter who has arranged a hunting ground, waiting patiently for his prey. Into the network.

And Gordon, like a very disgusted forest ranger who wants to protect those prey, but is helpless, can only watch all this happen, his fist clenched, and he watched being yelled from the wall. Todd's body, he felt it, powerless.

"Go back to prison"

Gordon muttered to himself.

"what?"

The detective next to him asked curiously, and saw Gordon roaring like an angry lion at this moment,

"Call those damn gangsters, if they don't want to die, just roll me back to jail. Only there, they are safe."

This police detective had never seen the chief so angry. He went to make a call, and then Gordon’s cell phone rang again, and he angrily pressed it to his ear.

"Damn it, who is dead again?"

"Gordon came back and Miritz was injured, and the clown ran away!"

"puff"

Gordon felt a fishy smell rushing to his throat. He felt that everything in front of him was on the chair, walls, blood stains, and the ground. It was like an earthquake. He felt bad breathing, but just when he wanted to hold the wall. At that moment, everything in his vision fell over.

It's like the whole world collapsed instantly.

"boom"

The busy police officers turned their heads and saw their chief fell to the ground. In an instant, the entire crime scene was in a mess.

"Tsk tut, poor Gordon"

Cyber ​​looked at the news break on the TV set on the wall and saw the news that Gordon was sent directly to the Gotham Hospital. He smiled, unconsciously picked up the popcorn by the bed and changed it. After watching the movie with gusto, from the surrounding furnishings, he used it in a luxurious hotel.

The Cyber ​​Villa is already empty. Since you want to be a spectator, you must learn to hide your identity. For Cyber, this is a familiarity. After eating the popcorn, he pursed his mouth and opened it in the wine cabinet. Bottle of wine, shrugged at the two men and women who were tied up in the corner, wearing only pajamas, with a frightened look and a white cloth on their faces.

"Don't worry, sir and girl, I just borrow your room, tomorrow morning, you will be free"

While speaking, he yawned.

"Ah, so tired, let me sleep well."

Poor Gordon was unable to stay in the hospital for more than 2 days, but in the afternoon of the next day, a phone call came directly to the hospital.

"Excuse me, is dear Mr. Gordon there?"

Gordon’s wife picked up the phone. She didn’t recognize the voice, but she said politely,

"Sorry, it is not convenient for him to answer the phone now, what do you want?"

"Uh, Mrs. Gordon, right? I just want to apologize to my good friend, Chief Gordon. I am his friend Joker. I want to say, your son is so cute. What is her name? Barbara Pull?"

The somewhat magnetic voice became stubborn, and Gordon, whose face changed greatly, grabbed the phone and shouted loudly,

"What does the clown want? Stay away from my family!"

"Tsk tusk, listen to this angry voice, listen to this grumpy tone, you really make me feel sad, my Gordon, didn't we play well before?"

In the dimly lit house, the clown was playing with the pistol in his hand. He was smiling, and the white oil paint on his face was beating. Even the scary scar on the corner of his mouth was beating even more hideously. Opposite him, there were two tied to a chair. Police officers, their mouths were covered by towels, and the table in front of them was piled with various playing cards.

The clown looked at the arrangement with satisfaction, he snorted frivolously.

"Don't worry, the filial son who can cry and make trouble is the most annoying. I just want to play a game with you. We all like games, don't we?"

He paused, holding the phone between his cheeks and shoulders, flicking with the pistol in his hands with both hands.

"Batman does not take off his mask a day, and Gotham will die every day. I forget it, I missed about 2 days, so today I plan to make up what I owe, by the way, 126 Orchard Street , Harvey Dent, he is here."

After speaking, he threw the phone aside and raised the muzzle.

"Why are you so serious~ Come on, smile."

"clown!"

"Boom"

The last thing that came from Gordon’s phone were two gunshots and the sobbing before death. It seemed that his mouth was blocked. There was a busy tone on the phone. Gordon’s hands were trembling, and he gritted his teeth. , Stretched out his hand and patted the worried Mrs. Gordon, "You take Barbara to Star City, to Reims, I will let Ramirez arrange for you and the children, you continue to stay in Gotham, I don’t worry. , Here, it's not safe anymore."

Twenty-five minutes later, Gordon walked into the room. It was dim, and the breath of blood rushed into the nostrils. The wires in the house had been completely cut. Gordon turned the two bodies over wearing gloves, and their faces were used. The paint was painted like a clown, distorted and hideous, and their identities can be distinguished only by the coats they wear.

"It's government employees and our police officers. They are trading drug X. It's really a scandal!"

Ramirez, who was a little pale, said angrily. The white powder that was placed on their feet and sprinkled on the ground can hardly be seen to know what it is.

She distinguished their appearance a bit and found that there was no way to tell. The policewoman was stabbed in the abdomen by a clown, but she insisted on going to work. On the one hand, her police force was insufficient. Recently, the gangsters in prison cooperated abnormally. People were arrested and almost all the police were sent to maintain law and order.

She stretched out her hand, flipped out the ID card on their chest with difficulty, and then read it out softly,

"Richard Dent"

"Padrick Harvey"

"Harvey Dent, that lunatic, he has not given up on hunting Harvey."

Ramirez took a bit of pain, and then saw Gordon’s face solemn. He reached out and took out the newspaper under the wine bottle. The newspaper was turned over to the obituary with a note on it. Gordon’s frightened photos, with a line of words written in a clumsy pen.

"Mr. Anthony Nestor, at the age of 46"

"It's the mayor, his next goal is the mayor, a lunatic!"

Before Gordon’s words fell, Ramirez’s expression stiffened.

"Director, tomorrow is the memorial service of Chief Lauper. The mayor and city hall dignitaries will all attend. Would you say he will?"

"But tomorrow there will be 300 police representatives across Gotham City"

Gordon took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, "Unless he is crazy, it is impossible for him to get involved in the attack."

"Don't be lucky, Mr. Director."

A low voice sounded by the window, Ramirez drew out his pistol for the first time and saw the guy wearing a black armor and a black cloak. His actions were a little stiff, he said,

"You and I know how crazy he is, he will always attack the location by surprise. For such a guy, we can't judge by ordinary people's thinking, so if I were you, I would act with my heart."

He walked to the two corpses, "I need 10 minutes before you come."

"If it wasn't for you, they wouldn't die!"

Ramirez suddenly said, "His goal has always been you!"

"Well, sheriff! Get out!"

Gordon’s voice made Ramirez stop arguing. She swayed and walked out. When Gordon and Bruce were only left in the room, Gordon was not holding on, he leaned against the wall and watched The two bodies said bitterly,

"I want to use the law to stop him, but I ignore that in this city, before Harvey came, there was no law, no justice, hell, I really don’t know who else I can trust in the police station. Having been driven mad by Cyber, they gave all the resources to the madman... The escape of the clown was not accidental."

"I overestimated myself, I underestimated him."

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