The trajectory of the world king in the United States

Rachel Dawes, Gotham City Assistant District Attorney, Bruce Wayne's childhood friend, her mother, like Alfred, was a servant for the Wayne family.

Since she was a child, she has had a persistent pursuit of justice as a woman. Especially after experiencing the unexpected death of the Waynes, who were very friendly to her, Rachel has become jealous of evil, which is why she finally chose this career. one.

After Bruce left the city, Rachel felt like she had lost one of the most important things in her life in the first year. Yes, they were childhood sweethearts and had a strong affection for each other, but in the following years , Rachel adapted to this kind of life alone, and finally, she and her boss made some new progress.

But at this critical moment, Bruce returned to Gotham, which left Rachel surprised and at a loss.

She once wanted to renew her relationship with Bruce, but unfortunately, Bruce Wayne, who returned to Gotham, had turned into a playboy who indulged in debauchery all day long. She saw Wayne taking different beauties to and from cocktail parties more than once. , the boy who once only set his sights on her seemed to be dead.

At the end of that unexpected meeting at the Old Gun Bar, Bruce once told her, "None of this is really me. The inner me is not so superficial."

But her response was, "It's not what a person is on the inside that matters, it's what he does that matters."

From that day on, Rachel never interacted with Bruce again, and she felt that he had let her down.

But Rachel didn't know that Bruce in the darkness was a different kind of person. Just as he said, he was not superficial on the inside, and she also didn't know that that superficial disguise was just the son of Gotham's way of protecting the people around him. To be precise, it was to protect her.

"Why did he become like this?"

Rachel stood on the third floor of Arkham Asylum, standing outside Falcone's cell, looking through the thick glass at the old man who had gone completely crazy and was tied to the bed with a belt. It was hard to imagine what was happening in front of her. This disheveled, haggard and crazy old man was a gangster who dominated Gotham just a few days ago.

Now Falconi can only say one word back and forth, "Scarecrow."

The expression on Rachel's face was ugly. She was ready to sue Falcone. Thanks to the help of the man who called himself Batman, she had enough evidence on hand. Once the trial opened, Rachel had nearly 100 Sure could have sent Falconi to jail, but now, it's all gone.

"As I recall, the Falconi family has no history of mental illness."

Rachel turned to look at the person standing next to her and asked very rudely, "Can you give me an explanation why he became like this less than a minute after he met you?"

Standing next to Rachel was Dr. Klein, who was wearing a gray suit and with neatly styled hair. As the manager of Arkham Asylum, he accompanied Rachel, who did not believe in evil, to check on Falconi's condition. Facing the angry Rachel's question, Klein's eyes flashed with impatience. He reached out to take off his gold-rimmed glasses, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the lenses while casually speaking explain,

"In fact, many people have potential mental illness. The fact that they do not have symptoms only means that they are lucky, but it does not mean that they are healthy. Unfortunately, Ms. Rachel and Mr. Falconi belong to that kind of hidden patients. , you should be glad that you were not there when he got sick, otherwise he would definitely hurt you."

Klein looked at Rachel's bumpy figure with malicious intent and shook his head.

"Okay, Miss Rachel, I'm very busy. I don't have time to argue with you about these obvious things. In this regard, I am an expert. If you want to question me, please bring out evidence. If there is nothing else If so, I’ll go and get busy first, you can do whatever you want.”

After saying that, Klein put his glasses on his eyes, waved to Rachel, and then walked towards the old elevator.

"I have requested forensic testing, Mr. Klein, and the forensic examiner from Star City will be arriving in Gotham tomorrow morning, as you said, since you are an expert in this area."

Rachel stood there holding her shoulders and looked at Klein's back with a sneer, "So if I want to question you, I have to find another expert. After Mr. Hofer makes a judgment, I think the truth will come out. ”

Klein's footsteps finally stopped at this moment. Where Rachel couldn't see, a killing intent flashed across Klein's eyes that were as moist as a lover's. His expression was ferocious, but it was turning. When he turned around, the false smile returned to his face.

"Okay, okay, Miss Rachel, you are a real pain in the ass."

Klein rubbed his forehead and made a "please" gesture to her.

"Then please come with me. In fact, I do have some information about Falconi's madness, which may be helpful to your investigation."

Klein's expression was sincere, and Rachel looked at him suspiciously. It wasn't until more than ten seconds later that the young assistant prosecutor breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to stroke his chestnut hair. There was a hint of victory in his eyes. smile.

"Wouldn't it be better to cooperate earlier? Mr. Klein, as long as Falconi is sent to prison, there will be no intersection between us."

Rachel said coldly to the doctor in front of her, "Then lead the way, Doctor Klein. I hope this cooperation can change my impression of you."

"certainly"

Klein smiled and flexed his fingers, "I think we will become friends. I absolutely believe this. Okay, come with me, Miss Rachel. My office is underground. You know, this madhouse." The design is very unreasonable and it’s too noisy.”

Klein’s words are not groundless. Arkham Asylum was established very early. It was once a comprehensive hospital more than ten years ago. Yes, at the beginning of the Great Depression, in that special era, design Doctors rarely consider the comfort of this kind of hospital that serves the poor. In fact, the original intention of this hospital was just to give the homeless poor a chance to support themselves.

But later, with the accidental death of the proponents of the plan, Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, the newly built hospital was also cast in a veil of misfortune. Eventually, as the narrow island continued to decline, it became deserted. Ask about it until Klein's arrival.

He was an excellent manager and operator. Under his command, the old Arkham Asylum ushered in pure profits for the first time, despite complaints from people on the Narrow Island to the government that the asylum was often There were cries of terror, but no one would actually come to investigate.

Rachel walked into the elevator that exuded a strange smell. She vaguely remembered that the style of the elevator was the same design she had seen in Wayne Manor when she was a child. It had been abandoned long ago. Before pressing the button, you still needed a key. unlock.

And that same ancient key was held in Klein's hand.

When the elevator door slowly closed, Rachel suddenly had the urge to get out of the cage-like elevator. She suddenly realized that she knew nothing about Klein except disgust, and someone like her It didn't seem like a reassuring thing for such a weak girl to go to his office with such a villain.

Rachel took a step back slightly, leaning on the metal elevator. Her hands reached for her pockets. In the left pocket was the electric shock device she carried, and in the right pocket was a sheathed dagger. It was a "gift" given to her by Seb.

Rachel didn't like this overly violent self-defense weapon, but at this moment, when her fingers touched the surface of the dagger, an indescribable sense of security returned to her body, and she also brought back the spirit of courage. thing.

"Ding"

The elevator opened on the first underground floor. Klein walked out without saying a word. Rachel followed him and walked into the wall where the paint had begun to peel off. Damn it, this place looked just like those third-rate horrors. The scene in the movie is exactly the same.

Rachel began to regret it, but out of righteous persistence, she still followed Klein. This guy who always liked to mock others was silent at this time and walked quickly with the elevator key in his hand. , at the very front of this terrible corridor illuminated only by overhead lights, is a closed blue door.

"That's right there, I put all the information there."

Klein looked back at Rachel and said with some surprise, "Miss Rachel, your face looks a little bad. Do you need to take a rest?"

Rachel shook her head, and a strange smell came into her nostrils. She gritted her teeth, reached out, took out the electric shock device and the dagger, and hid them in her sleeves.

"boom"

Klein put his hands on the blue door and pushed it outward. A dark room appeared in front of Rachel. She walked into it cautiously, but what she saw was not a room filled with documents. The house is a corridor-shaped second floor. Below, there are some busy workers wearing white jumpsuits. They wear strict masks and protective measures. The scary attire is easy to imagine. to something related to viruses.

When Rachel walked into the room and stood at the railing, Klein snapped his fingers, and the people working below raised their heads and saw the beautiful prosecutor who broke into this dark kingdom.

Rachel noticed that several of the strong men still held weapons in their hands, which were cold firearms, while others wearing white chemical protective suits diluted the green liquid prepared by the workers, and then Following the breaks in the two water pipes, it poured into the water pipe connected to Narrow Island and the entire Gotham.

Whatever they were doing, it didn't look like a scene from a normal mental hospital.

"Snapped"

Klein snapped his fingers again, attracting Rachel's eyes to him. At this time, Klein no longer had that intellectual temperament. He looked arrogant and evil, holding a hand in his left hand. A scarecrow bag woven from a rag bag and black thread. He looked at Rachel, his eyes under his glasses shining with naked malice and ridicule.

"Welcome to my territory, Rachel Dawes, here's the truth you've been looking for about Arkham and Falcone."

Klein put the terrifying mask on his head, and his voice became weird and hoarse under the influence of the voice changer.

"In the outside world, strength is the strongest, but here, consciousness is more important. Welcome to my kingdom of fear"

Klein was like a struggling hunter watching a weak prey fall into a trap. He stretched out his left hand. There was a black watch on his wrist. He tapped the watch with his fingers.

"Give you 30 seconds, run. Little girl, this is your last chance to escape."

Rachel's breathing became rapid. When Klein said these words, she turned around and rushed out of the door. Klein was not in a hurry. He laughed and strolled out of the room. The bunch of keys moved back and forth on his fingers.

Rachel rushed into the elevator in a panic, frantically pressing the button for the first floor, then took out her mobile phone, edited a text message, and sent it to her few friends. At the same time as she pressed the send button, The elevator door opened in front of him, and what came into view was a terrifying scarecrow's face and green gas sprayed from Klein's cuffs.

"Oh, the big gift package is a surprise, isn't it?"

"Rachel, you sent yourself to hell. I think Bruce Wayne will like the "gift" we will give him next. He thought that the Shadow Warrior Alliance would let him and his city go, but for him The betrayal, we have never forgotten that we destroyed this place, destroyed everything, starting from you, Bruce Wayne’s favorite woman, hahaha.”

Before Klein's wild laughter was over, Rachel, who had inhaled the fear gas, felt that the scene around her began to distort, and she subconsciously stabbed out both objects in her hand.

The huge amount of electricity that the electric shock device exploded in an instant made Klein's body stay in place, while the dagger in the other hand stabbed hard into Klein's arm.

But that's it. As the striker of the Shadow Warriors Alliance, Klein has also undergone rigorous training. The pain is not enough to defeat him. Rachel trembled and struggled, but as the bloody smell hit her nostrils, her beautiful Klein grabbed her by the hair, pulled her down, dragged her to the ground, and walked towards the factory where poison gas was processed.

Blood dripped onto the ground. In the corner of the elevator, on the phone with a broken screen, an icon was shining brightly.

"Sent".