Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Gotham, early in the morning, the first ray of sunlight pierced the darkness, and the Buddha will be buried in this warm sunlight, but only those who have experienced that night know that nothing can go back.

Bruce stood at the highest point of the Wayne Building. At the time when darkness and dawn alternated, he stood alone, watching the bake in the distance. The red light dyed Gotham’s bake red like a burning gate, and the whole The city half asleep only made him feel indescribable loneliness.

He became a hero again. Before the explosion, he saved 45 children and women, but he lost a comrade in arms. He thought it was an opponent, but after knowing that he and the clown were in the well, Bruce really knew that maybe The two people who died in the explosion were the two people in this city who understood him best.

No more, no matter whether it is a friend or an opponent.

In the slightly dim wind in the early morning, he reached out and took off his bat helmet and looked at everything in front of him with the most realistic posture. The clown was dead, the red devil and him died together. The gangsters in this city have been completely destroyed Wiped out, batman

"Let him become history."

He stretched out his hand and flicked it lightly, the visor flew far in the air, and the letter detonator placed in it was activated.

"boom"

A group of fireworks appeared above Gotham. After the fire, dawn arrived, and Bruce had already turned and left.

"Our city has suffered terrible threats. Even myself, I was almost killed in an evil conspiracy. We have lost too much."

In Gotham Central Plaza, Mayor Nestor stood on the podium. In front of him, all the celebrities in Gotham, and more and more citizens stood there, mourning the deaths in the past month. People.

"Our city is also threatened by conscience and morality!"

Mayor Nestor raised his left hand. “When the dark storm raged by the clown, our safety was put in the cruelest danger. The lunatic tried to prove that everyone was as weak as him. The heart is as ugly as him. When he handed over the detonators of innocent citizens and prisoners to each other, he challenged the civilized order of Gotham."

"But I know we won't be defeated so easily!"

The mayor's hand closed, he waved his fist in the air three times, and his voice became clanging, "I know, the fire of civilization in society will not be extinguished so easily!"

"Our citizens have held fast to the bottom line of morality. We did not use killing others to win our survival. We persisted until after midnight. This is not just a victory for Gotham, but also civilization’s most glorious long-term benefit to chaos. ."

"We have proved to the clown with practical actions that Gotham is not so easily defeated!"

Everyone cheered, and the celebrities didn’t hesitate to applaud at this moment, because this is what actually happened. The two detonators were not sounded until midnight. The citizens of Gotham, even the criminals, stood firm. Live the last bottom line.

In the modern world, this in itself can be passed down as a legend.

But the mayor’s speech was not over yet, he took a deep breath and whispered,

"But we can't ignore that in this ugly war, we have also lost a lot, not only the heroic detectives who did not fear the evil of the clown, but also the true light of Gotham for several years. Knight, he brought us hope and the rule of law, but in the end he could not escape the clown's ride."

"There is also the hero who has been fighting crimes to neighbors in the past year. He is like a knight in the darkness of Gotham. He protects our city at night. When we are afraid of the clown, he is brave. Standing up, he didn't compromise, even when we ulcerated because of fear, he still didn't admit defeat."

"The former of Harvey Dent and Batman repelled the clown's persecution of innocent people, and the latter died with the clown in the flames.

Mayor Nestor's left hand grabbed the black cloth covering the sculpture behind him, and he gently pulled it down, and a sculpture appeared on the central square.

That is the sculpture of Harvey Dent and Batman fighting the Joker together. The three characters are portrayed as lifelike. It really looks like a confrontation between justice and evil. Most importantly, in official propaganda, this All three of them are dead.

"Gotham will never forget that dark day."

To erect a monument for the dead heroes, naturally no one would object to it. What's more, these three people were all people who had a great influence on Gotham.

And outside the central banknotes, on a chair outside the crowd, a neatly groomed man in a black suit is sitting there reading the newspaper. The local newspapers in Gotham are all about this "good and evil". Although the narrations and comments of "War" are the same, the man still reads them with gusto.

Holding a large glass of watermelon juice in his hand, he read the newspaper while drinking a drink through a straw, feeling content.

And beside him, there is a woman wearing a black dress and a hat. She has long burgundy hair that is slightly curled up. From the edge of the hat, you can see a delicate chin and plump lips. It must be a big beauty, even if she is sitting there, she has attracted the attention of many men in the past.

"It's ironic."

She played with something in her hand and said, "These people are gathered here, excited by the nonsense of a person who knows nothing. Look at their expressions, they really believe what the mayor said. Fairy tales?"

She snorted disdainfully.

"I was on the Flyer at the time. The result of their vote was 174:35, and more than 20 people abstained. If we hadn't taken down the bomb, they would have blown the prisoners to pieces. Is there a face here to declare that he has adhered to the bottom line of civilization?"

"Batman left the decisive battlefield early, and the Red Devil and the Joker died together, but you see, where did they mention Cyber ​​Hawke even a single word because he shot and killed a greedy bastard in front of everyone. This is their fairness, this is their "humanity."

"It's ironic."

"Natasha, this is politics, this is our society."

After drinking the watermelon juice, Coleson slowly folded the newspaper in his hand. He stretched out his hand to shout black sunglasses from his chest and put it on his face. He looked at the sculpture and whispered,

"High-sounding always makes everyone like it, and not everyone can accept the cruel facts. For most people, the judgment of good and evil is simple to the limit. What is good for them is good, and no one likes competition. Uncle, because he has his own set of views on good and evil, and is different from most people, our chief doesn't like him, does he?"

"Who would Fury like?"

Natasha chuckled in a low voice, "He can't wait for all mutants in the world to die, but I am really interested in this Cyber ​​Hawke. It is said that he has an unusual relationship with May?"

"Do not make jokes."

Coleson straightened his clothes, stood up, and threw the watermelon juice glass into the trash can. "He is just May's friend."

"May actually has friends?"

Natasha pretended to be surprised and asked, but it drew Colson’s counterattack.

"She heard you saying this, she might beat you up, I won't stop her, I can't stop her, the matter has been resolved, I should go back to headquarters, how about you?"

"I'm going to the Middle East recently."

Natasha stood up and stretched her waist. The graceful curve made the men around him pay attention again. The woman stretched out her hand to help Coleson arrange her shirt. She asked in a low voice.

"Weapon X is over?"

"No, but our supervision time is over."

There was a look of helplessness on Coleson’s face, “I really don’t know why Fury agreed to Stryker’s experiment. Once the mutants know about it, no matter it’s Professor Charles or the radical Magneto, it’s going to happen. Yes, but that person Stryker is an extreme anti-mutantist, and it is like hell on earth."

Natasha nodded and did not ask any more, she walked a few steps forward, suddenly remembering something, turned her head and said to Coulson,

"The person you have been following has news. Someone found some of his belongings in the Arctic Ocean. It is very likely that Fury will send someone there in the near future."

"what?"

Coulson's steps in the other direction stopped in place, his voice mixed with a touch of surprise.

"really?"

Natasha chuckled and did not answer. She shook her hand backwards, twisted the catwalk, and left the square, and Mr. Mayor’s speech was over, and there was a lively meeting place just now, and she walked within a few minutes. I came here to mourn the dead, but they always have to live their own lives.

A dead person, where is his life important?

Gotham Wharf area, Pier 14, on this abandoned wharf, a young man in casual clothes is sitting on the edge of the fault in the wharf. This was once the place where the Devil’s gang dealt with drug dealers. It was horrified in Gotham, even if it was. Now that the Devil Gang has left Gotham, no one wants to come to this place where many people have died. Among the dock workers, there are even rumors that there have been ghosts here.

Robin raised his head and looked at the distance with some confusion. There, a cargo ship with the Canadian maple leaf flag was slowly leaving the shore. Robin was holding his police badge in his hand. He hadn’t dared to hear about Cybershou. Tell daddy, but in the end there is no escape. He is the only one left in the Christian family in Gotham.

Saber left Robin thought that he and this guy didn’t have that deep relationship, but after realizing that Saber might have disappeared from his life, Robin still shed tears for him, he didn’t even want to be there. Go back to the villa.

"Is it really that important to be a good policeman?"

He closed his eyes, and what the brain monkey rang was what the old man once asked him. At that time, he didn't know how to answer. Now, he also doesn't know how to answer.

After ten minutes, Robin stood up. He took a deep breath, wiped the police badge in his hand before his eyes, then lifted it high and threw it out fiercely.

Is his dream dead?

No, he just wants to use another way to realize his dream, how can he watch everything that his brother paid his life to get back to the original state again?

"Mr. Dudu Lucius? I want to order a special item. You have drawings for your use, yes, the red ghost."

Robin turned around. He, who had never smoked, strode away with a lit cigarette in his mouth. Behind him, the cargo ship had sailed into the sea.

In the lowest compartment of the cargo ship, a not too big black container was very conspicuous. Two savvy soldiers guarded the container with guns. Not far in front of them, one was wearing a suit and tie. The middle-aged man walked down. He didn't even look at the two soldiers with guns. He took out the key, opened the container, and walked in.

Under the dim light, a coffin-shaped container was placed in the center of the container. The guy in the suit and leather shoes stood outside the container, stretched out his finger, and tapped the surface of the container little by little.

"Hey, Cyber ​​Hawk, you are still in my hands. I've waited for too long."

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