[Comprehensive British and American] Justice Passerby

Although Gotham is not far from the metropolis, many people may not have been to the city next door several times in their lives. Their knowledge of each other often comes from the news media or hearsay.

There are three ways to go to Gotham. One is to take a half-hour flight. This flight is one of the shortest flights in the United States. It flies directly from Metropolitan Airport to Gotham Airport.The second is to take a boat from the ferry, but because there are mixed people of all kinds and ranks in the inter-city ports, very few middle-class people would choose to do this.If you have to choose between the ferry and the car, most of them prefer the third way, which is via the Bay Bridge.

It is reasonable to say that the Bay Bridge is the most efficient and easiest route, and it takes even less time than the full security check required by the plane, but as long as they can afford the ticket price, there are always more people willing to fly to Gotham.The target of the airport is big, and the security check can't prevent any super criminals, but most Gotham criminals can't fly, at least a little bit of psychological comfort.

As for the Bay Bridge, this bridge can be said to be one of the most unlucky landmarks in the United States, and No. 1 on this list is the Avengers Building.

On average, the Bay Bridge is tossed at least ten times or eight times a year by various criminal organizations under various names and purposes. The whole thing sank into the water.More than half of the criminals here have no originality, and the opening lines are always plagiarized from each other, and over time it has become a routine - "Batman! Come on! I'll wait for you here!", which shows the popularity of Batman in the world of Gotham villains. popularity.

Freya never felt that she was an unlucky person in the past, but since she came to the earth, she has become a physique of a huge accident.

Robbery when going out, homicides in alleys, high-speed car chases, travel arrangements, and super villains from time to time.

A year and a half ago, she lived in Washington. Once, on the way back from a business trip to Boston, she encountered a hooded man in a red tights and a large group of people who looked like gangsters chasing cars and shooting guns on the elevated road. The scene was bloody and horrible. She carried the family of three who had crashed the van in front of her and went backwards for one kilometer before getting off the bridge;

Three months later, I set off for a business trip to New York. This time, I was almost bombarded by a cannon just as I got on the highway.She slammed the steering wheel to save her beloved car, only to see the warm neighbor Steve, who lived on the upper and lower floors of the same building as her, with a straight posture that no normal person would ever have, and another madman in black shapewear with metal arms. Fight.Almost resigned to fate, Freya got out of the car and kicked the gunman blocking the way off the viaduct, and rescued the driver who overturned in front of her.

I thought it was the limit to encounter two gangster revenge incidents within three months. I never expected that after I arrived in New York that night, the things hadn’t been heated in the hotel, and I could find them at the sewer around the corner when I went out for supper. Weird scales and smudges, and it didn't take long for her to meet a third man who liked to wear tights, and this one was more silky than the first two...

Ha ha.

Fuck the world for the hundredth time.

After you go back, you must complain to the Propaganda Department.

This was Freya's inner thoughts when she was forced to stop halfway not long after she got on the bridge.

Almost every car owner is honking their horn impatiently. The length of the Bay Bridge is considerable, and it is catching up with the rush hour for commuting. Once it is delayed, many people will not be able to clock in.

Freya did not join the crowd honking their horns. From the very beginning, she focused on her eyes and saw the real situation ahead.

On the section of the bridge close to Gotham, a bus with "LEXCORP" printed on its body seemed to be lifted across the road by an external force and blocked in the middle of the road. It was carrying a large number of children and several teachers.The children, armed with schoolbags, snacks and some toys, appeared to be on an organized outing.This should have been a very happy thing, but it is a pity that this experience may leave a lifetime shadow on them.

"Stay still!"

With a gunshot, her pupils constricted.

The car owner behind couldn't see what happened, and didn't know what kind of danger they were in.Most of them didn't hear the gunshots over the horns, and even those who did would have thought some unlucky fellow had blown a tire on the bridge.But as the front car started to reverse crazily, the people who were stuck started to open the doors and run backwards, and everyone panicked for a while.

Freya's car was stuck tightly by the two cars in front, making an ominous creaking sound.

She saw more than a dozen men in non-creative clothes with "I'm not a good person, I'm a gangster" written all over their bodies coming out of the back of the bus with guns in their hands. The one who shot into the sky just now was the leader of them, he laughed loudly He kicked on the wheel of the bus, and the cries and screams of children came muffled through the glass.

Freya always looked down on people who operate on children the most. Seeing this, she immediately turned over and carried the suitcase in the back seat of the car to her front, and took out a paper bag from it.The bags contained wholesale cloth head coverings that parents used to use to amuse their little ones at Halloween.Freya grabbed one at random, but she was unlucky. This time, she touched a green dinosaur headgear. She trembled in disgust, and finally put it on silently.

For God's sake, she thought bitterly, if it was for Batman again this time, she would ask Batman for an appearance fee after she finished killing the Wayne Group.

The only time out of a hundred times, God seemed to hear what she was thinking, and this time the villain really wasn't after the bat.

The radio in the car was originally playing music, but at this moment, the style of painting changed, and a piece of news was suddenly interrupted.The announcer explained the situation in a tense tone: a group of militants occupied the Metropolitan Bank and the museum at the same time, held hundreds of hostages, and demanded that the government release the leader of the detained terrorist organization.The leader was earlier confirmed to be a psychic, and a government spokesperson claimed that the Metropolis was just a transit point and that the criminal was actually being transported to Washington.According to the plan, the Avengers and third parties will take over two days later.That said, the Mets are the last chance for anyone trying to rescue him.

In order to block the metropolis, the militants who came to rescue bombed the police station, security bureau and the airport, and cut off other routes in and out of the metropolis, and now there is chaos everywhere.According to reports, due to the extensive involvement, government departments dare not act rashly.Superman showed up near the airport to join firefighters in rescuing survivors from the blaze and smoke.The spokesman urged the public not to panic and to remain calm as they called for help.

Freya pursed her lips.

The metropolitan police force is overwhelmed, and the security agencies are also in crisis. The only good thing is that Superman has arrived here, but he is also at a loss.Before the arrival of reinforcements, the current crisis can no longer be counted on others.

Freya took off her obstructive coat, revealing the combat vest inside and a simple emerald necklace around her neck.After finishing all this, she finally took out a quaint black-gray dagger from the interlayer of her handbag—it looked very old, its texture was like bone, and its rippled golden light was like the color of gemstones, but whether it was Anyone who sees it will feel terrified at first glance.

The scratches on the handle and blade are full of mottled colors that cannot be washed off.

This dagger drank blood.

"There are multiple indications that the mutants are related to this matter, the police warn all residents, please do...be...been..."

Accompanied by the ear-piercing noise from the radio, a sharp metal twisting sound came from above. Freya looked up and saw that the iron cables at the top of the bridge were slowly lifted as if affected by some external force.One after another, the iron cables broke, and the entire bridge deck cracked like a spider web, and gradually collapsed under the violent shaking. Vehicles in the gaps fell into the sea one after another like dumplings, and people who had not had time to get off the car fell headlong into the cold water. Among the sea water.

The sound of gunshots not far away announced the beginning of the massacre. Thanks to her superhuman hearing, her ears were filled with the gunmen's loud laughter when they committed violence.

Killing, and killing without honor.

The lines on Freya's face tightened.

Fingers rubbed the side of the dagger, and it began to vibrate and beep, like a beast awakened from a deep sleep.

She stuck the dagger in her side and opened the car door.

The entire bridge deck was in chaos, the crowd shoved together and screamed for their lives, it was difficult to distinguish those who were shot and those who were trampled to death.

"Help! Help me!"

A man was sitting in a car whose body had fallen half off the bridge, screaming heart-piercingly.Freya grabbed the car door and lifted it onto the bridge with one hand.

"Run!" she yelled, running against the flow of people.

Speeding up a few steps, she kicked heavily, and turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the middle of the bridge.

There, floating in a circle of men in black was a strangely dressed man with a helmet on, tall and well-defined cheeks.

The iron chain flew around the man like a tamed snake.

He didn't seem to care about the tragic scene in front of him, and he was even happy. When he saw someone rushing over, the man kept raising one hand, and pushed the other hand hard in her direction.

Freya suddenly felt a resistance, as if someone was grabbing her hair and pulling it back. This force came from... her hair tie?

This is a hair tie she grabbed casually from the dressing table in the morning. It is the most common black hair tie, and the connection is wrapped with a silver iron sheet.

It turned out to be the case.

She tore off the hair tie with one hand and threw it casually, and the castration continued unabated.

The man's hand moved again, but it didn't work, and a look of surprise finally appeared on his face.

Getting closer, getting closer, Freya let out a battle roar, the voice was like rolling thunder, and like a golden spear intersecting, she slammed heavily on the center of the bridge deck, the gravel flew, and a dark golden light was like a swimming snake Jumping up from below—the man reacted very quickly and stepped back, leaving only three thugs with guns in their hands who hadn’t reacted yet—

At first it was a chill.

Then came the pain and choking.

Blood gushes from the limp throat like a waterfall.