American comics: starting from the zombie universe

People originally thought that the death of the Joker would bring peace to the Gotham gang.

Who knew that it would be the beginning of great turmoil.

Gotham City Police Department, Chief's Office.

Since Gordon's tragic death at the hands of the Joker, Henry Jr. has taken over as director.

During his tenure, he had to handle more than ten major cases every day. In today's Gotham, death is as common as eating and drinking.

Only when a large-scale gun battle occurs can it be called a "major case."

jingle bell~

What little Henry fears most now is the phone ringing, but he still has to answer it. Whenever he has free time, he will miss the days when Director Gordon was in office.

The Gotham police at that time were still ineffective. At least Gordon could contact helpers. With Bats around, all criminals would be captured.

As one of the members who once opposed the Bat vigilantes, Henry Jr. regretted his ignorance very much. If Batman had not died, the Gotham gang would never have dared to be as rampant as it is now.

With a helpless sigh, little Henry answered the phone slowly, but in the next second, the fat man weighing over 200 pounds jumped up from the chair.

In the afternoon, Director Henry Jr. came to the corner coffee shop alone and met Batman, Bruce Wayne, who had been waiting here for a long time.

"Mr. Wayne?"

"You...you...is it possible?!!!"

The fat man was full of surprise. He really didn't expect that the Dark Knight, who had been guarding Gotham for many years, would actually be the head of Wayne Group.

What is this, a billionaire role-playing game?

Bruce, who completely ignored the exposure of his true identity, stared at the fat man with deep eyes, and the appearance of his friend Gordon flashed in his mind from time to time.

A surge of anger suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart, making his tone of voice become much gloomier: "When are you going to clean up the mess in Gotham?"

"What?" Little Henry finally came to his senses after hearing this, and immediately came up with his familiar bureaucratic style: "Mr. Wayne, no matter what your status is, you should have no right to interfere with the police's actions. "

He looked calm, as if the person who was worried every day was not him.

In fact, little Henry knew Batman's role very well, otherwise he wouldn't have come all the way here alone.

It's just that the more active Batman is, the more it appears that the Gotham Police is nothing. This is why Gordon has not been promoted for many years.

He not only wants to solve the trouble, but also wants to take the credit for himself. In that case, it will not be difficult to achieve success.

He stretched out his fingers and tapped on the glass table. Little Hunter leaned forward and said with a smile in a confident tone: "Mr. Wayne, compared to Gotham, I think you should worry more about yourself now."

"I heard that you have dealings with many criminals. Let me think about it, that international thief is one of them, right?"

"Leave her to me, and I will temporarily guarantee the safety of your identity..." Little Hunter, who knew the identity of the bat, was thinking about how to coerce the emperor to control the princes.

He believes that as long as he can keep Bruce Wayne under control, he will take advantage of the situation. Maybe he will have a chance to compete for the mayor of Gotham in the next few years?

Just as he was having a sweet dream, the bat suddenly shot out without warning, grabbed little Hunter's neck, and forced his head onto the glass table.

"what!!!"

In an instant, shrill screams resounded through the coffee shop. Strangely, the employees and customers outside seemed not to hear it and continued to play their respective roles.

Little Hunter never imagined that he would be severely beaten by Batman.

No, it should be said that neither the chairman of Wayne Group nor the Dark Knight of Gotham can take action against him.

But today, he used his fat face to kiss this damn glass tabletop hard.

At this moment, an extremely violent aura continued to rise from his heart, and in his eyes, little Hunter was equivalent to the clown back then.

Bruce, who was completely driven into madness, held down the fat man and began to beat him hard, one punch...two punches...until the man under him turned into a puddle of rotten meat, he slowly stopped.

Staring at the scene in front of him in silence for a long time, Bat said nothing. He just turned around and pulled out a gang member from behind the box screen.

After simple processing, the scene immediately became completely different.

Quietly admiring his masterpiece, Bruce thought he would have emotions such as guilt, pain, despair, etc. Unexpectedly, he remained very calm from beginning to end.

He knew that there was something wrong with his mentality and even his spirit, but he was unable and unwilling to stop. The harm caused to him by those bastards must be repaid with blood.

With a strange smile on his lips, Bat changed his clothes and left calmly through the main entrance of the coffee shop.

Not long after, the boss "discovered" something was wrong, and the police quickly arrived and finally came to a conclusion through a series of investigations and evidence collection.

The newly appointed Director Henry Jr. died in an assassination attempt by the Gotham gang.

As soon as this news came out, Gotham's official forces were completely furious. This group of gang members had become arrogant and lawless.

He dared to send someone to assassinate little Henriette in broad daylight, so would he and others be on their list tomorrow?

Especially the perpetrator is related to the clown, which undoubtedly arouses people's unpleasant memories.

As a result, with the negotiation of big bosses from all parties, the Gotham Police Department launched an unprecedented sweep.

The new director swore to heaven that he would eradicate the remaining clown forces as soon as possible.

......

Soon, a mighty cleaning operation began.

Not only the clown camp, but also other gangs have not been able to escape the attack. Under Bruce's eye-eye investigation, no one has a chance to escape tracking.

Including the two remaining bastards from the Dawn Team.

"Target locked."

"What's next?"

"Of course I'm just waiting for the rabbit."

Daniel proposed to let the police go to arrest him first, and the two of them would hide and act according to the situation.

The Dawn Team is by no means a weakling. In a head-on conflict, life or death is unpredictable. Since the opponent was able to lay out the plan before, don't blame him for not practicing martial ethics.

Don’t you like the human wave tactic? Then let’s see which side has more manpower.

Once the war breaks out and the entire city is under martial law, all that is left for the Dawn Team is to flee.

As for stubborn resistance...

If the official force is really pressed for help, it is very likely that heavy firepower troops will be sent to support it.

By then, the enemy will realize what it means to have no way to go from heaven to earth.

The combined attack of Daniel and the bat directly pushed the Dawn team, which had previously had the advantage, into a dead end.

Then it’s time to catch the turtle in the urn.

Turning off the intercom, Daniel stood on the rooftop of Wayne Tower, flicked his cloak, and jumped from the top of the [-]-meter-high building.

The game begins.