Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Night is a word closely related to darkness. Many times, when we mention night, we can’t help but think of darkness. When we mention darkness, the next word that appears is night.

Stories often begin at night.

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In the high altitude, the hatch of the small plane was opened, and the cold night wind crazily poured into the cabin. Even the pilot in the winter suit felt a bit of chill, but as the most elite mercenary, he had already Learn not to make any comments on the behavior of the employer.

At the door of the bone-chilling wind, a man in a flying squirrel suit unfastened his seat belt from his seat and stood up. He poked his head out and glanced at the night below, and saw that the familiar city was no longer there. When it was originally so resplendent and resplendent, and there was even some faint restlessness and flames flying wildly, this person's face frowned.

A chill flickered in his eyes, and those eyes belonged to only one person...Bruce Wayne, or rather, Batman.

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The dark figure leaped down from the small plane, skillfully put his arms close to his side in the air, and let his body rush towards the city below like a sharp arrow. In this cold night that could freeze anyone, he Without blinking, he stared at the illuminated silhouette in the darkness below, that was his city, that was...Gotham.

What he wants to protect is not the city itself, and what he wants to promote is not his behavior itself, but no matter from what point of view, he will not allow a group of outsiders to trample on the city like this, not only trample on the outside , and even the soul with its core was torn apart together.

Can't be... forgiven!

And in the city below, the frenzied thugs didn't know that a guy who fell from the sky was coming to beat them. They were still having fun, and the streets were full of rich people who were dragged out of their homes. Their wallets were forcibly taken away, and the thugs did not even leave them a coat, seized their homes, took out their collections, smashed them, and squandered them.

Some of the worst guys also targeted their families. There were many well-behaved ladies who suffered heinous abuse. Many of them chose to end their lives in pain, and those who dared to resist were killed. These irritated red-eyed thugs dragged them to the street and beat them to death.

Being dubbed in the name of freedom and doing the most brutal things, these scum in the city call themselves justice, arbitrarily robbing others of everything they have worked hard for, just like demons walking in the world, carnival In a feast of flesh and blood, the innocents couldn't fight against this growing turbidity, so they could only drag their families to walk in the dark in embarrassment, watching their homes being occupied by a group of bastards.

Without the shackles of the law, without mandatory punishment, the darkness of human nature is fully exposed at this moment. When the perpetrator will not be punished, but will be called a hero, it represents the most terrible dark age The speculators who have been standing on the moral line are the first to join them, and then they attract the restless townspeople, so...

Although the chaos has just begun, before this dark dawn, most of the city has fallen into the craziest chaos in history, and even the chaos caused by the clown cannot be compared to it.

The clown only exposes the dark truth of society and leads everything into chaos, while the group of people in front of them is using violence to try to overthrow the existing order that is unfavorable to them and create a hell on earth where they can do whatever they want. If the clown is in chaos birth, then all the thugs at the moment are the vanguards who practice evil, and they will not be forgiven.

A guy who can't restrain his behavior, no matter what kind of society or environment he is in, can only be a time bomb that endangers himself and threatens others.

Hey, where are you going?

Two punks holding baseball bats stopped in front of a few poor people who escaped from the alley with vicious voices. Under the pale streetlight, the blood stained on the baseball bats in their hands was so shocking. The guy in pajamas The young woman's face was full of panic, but she still stretched out her hands to block her three children.

What do you want to do!

The woman yelled, the two little bastards looked at each other, and they both saw the burning desire and tyranny in each other's eyes. They turned their heads and looked at this big man who could only look up on weekdays, and they smiled wretchedly. Voice:

Hehehe, Mr. Prosecutor, two years ago, you sent the boss of our gang to prison, and he died there. It is said that before he died, he shouted for us to seek revenge from you!

A tall hippie greedily looked at the aura on the chest of the outstanding woman, his breathing became heavy, he took a step forward, grabbed the woman's arm, and dragged her to the dark side of the street , amidst the woman's frantic struggle and screams, his companion walked towards the three children with the baseball bat in his hand.

Ha! Little boys, your mother is going to be punished, and now it's your turn!

This guy looked fiercely at the older child who was protecting his younger siblings, his eyes were already filled with jealousy:

You rich young masters, look at the clothes on you, I have to sell drugs to the goddamn boss for a year to buy one, and you, you don't have to do anything, and your parents will buy it for you! It's so weird Fair enough! You bloody rich people! You are living the life I always wanted, why not give it to me!

Batman will punish you!

The teenage boy's eyes were full of horror, but even in the face of the irresistible evil, he still did not give up on his younger siblings. He gritted his teeth like a small beast, staring at Looking at the mob in front of him, he shouted:

Batman will come back! The Red Devil will not let you go! He will drag you to hell!

Ah! You're not afraid of me! But where's your Batman? He's afraid! He's gone! Fool!

The expression on this little bastard's face was distorted. He waved the wooden stick in his hand, and he shouted frantically: Now we are protected! Boss Bane will crush your Batman and your Red Devil to death! ! But before that, go to hell, brat! And the damn thing behind you...

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As soon as the rampant words fell, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground made the gangster suddenly stop what he was doing. He turned his head and looked at the darkness behind him, where his companion who was tearing the woman's clothes was struggling on his chest. Grabbing something, but like a punctured balloon, he could only kneel down powerlessly on the ground in the end.

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He swallowed hard, and he shouted: It's not him! It's not Batman! No! Batman doesn't kill people!

He turned his head, only to see a man in a black battle suit and a bat helmet protecting the children. Batman looked coldly at the dregs in the city in front of him, his eyes gleaming with indifference:

Yes, that's not me!

boom

With a punch, the little gangster's body was thrown into the air, and he was still struggling when he landed on the ground, but the twisted left leg and arm represented his fate. In today's Gotham, such Injury, it is very difficult to recover a life basically.

Why not kill him?

Another voice sounded in the darkness behind Batman. Oliver, who was holding his military exploits in his hand, looked at Batman's back. He bent down, stuffed a dagger into the hand of the older child next to him, and said in a low voice:

Look, their souls are as ugly as their skins, and you need weapons to protect your loved ones...

These words seemed to be addressed to a child, but when they fell into Batman's ears, they seemed to be addressed to him. Unfortunately, his will is as strong as steel, and it cannot be shaken by words alone.

Because I don't want to turn myself into a perpetrator. It's easy to kill people, and it's easy to save others, but it's hard to save yourself. The best way is not to be immersed in it from the beginning.

He turned his head and looked at Oliver who was hiding in the darkness, and he shouted loudly:

Where's Cyber? He promised me to protect the city...Look what has changed since I left!!

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A shadow arrow grazed Batman's cheek and pierced the chest of the little gangster who was struggling behind him, and Oliver's indifferent voice came together:

Cyber ​​has his own troubles... so the troubles of this city are yours... By the way, there are many testers in this city, Batman, be careful of them, those guys will not be merciful like me .”

After confirming that Oliver had disappeared, Bruce turned his head and wiped the head of the excited older child, stretched out his hand and fired a flying claw gun, and the whole person disappeared into the darkness. He stood on the tall building and looked at the burning high-rise building , he breathed a sigh of relief:

Fu...this is really, a mess.

On the other side, in a mysterious corner of Gotham, in the cage, a strange voice sounded very rhythmically:

Boom, Boom, Boom

It's like a stone hitting the ground. If anyone was here, they would definitely go and see what happened, but Bane took everyone away, leaving only the outermost guards and some black magic sculptures to guard the place, so No matter how weird the voice sounded, no one would come to observe all of this.

The clown sat leisurely on the chair, and there were still those few playing cards in front of him, as if there was some great secret in them, but the chair in front of him was originally empty, but now there was an extra card. Man...a soul, to be precise.

It is very illusory, like a transparent body. Obviously, this soul has suffered some kind of torture and pain, and is now very weak.

I said, are you going to keep silent like this?

The clown knocked on the table with his fingers, and the eyes of the soul opposite were still empty, until the clown impatiently slapped him, which awakened the confused soul.

I, what's wrong with me?

Gordon looked at his hands in disbelief. Obviously, he also discovered the abnormality of his soul.

The clown sitting opposite him showed an evil smile:

Hey, you're dead, idiot, do you know how hard it took me to drag you out of your dying hell? These damned guys made a really strong cage, if I didn't stay If you are the second hand, I am afraid that you have already dissipated into the space between heaven and earth.

No, I mean...why did you save me?

Gordon put his hands on the table, experiencing this kind of soul activity, he looked at the clown, and said in a deep voice, We are enemies!

I never said we were friends, man.

A smile of interest flashed across the clown's eyes, and he wiped his mouth:

I just think that such an interesting soul like you shouldn't dissipate like this. Speaking of which, did you really not regret it when you decided to shoot Bane? You see, because of your betrayal at the last moment, Bane definitely You will be furious, you have lost the chance to resurrect your wife, and your children will even be threatened... Tell me, for the illusory justice you pursue, is it really worth it?

It's not a question of whether it's worth it or not.

Gordon originally hated the clown, but after he really died, he felt a little dull about this hatred. He waved his hand and said in a low voice:

I just want to understand a question, even if I sacrificed Gotham, resurrected Barbara, and led her to live in darkness, is that really what she wants? For her, it really is A kind of happiness?

no!

Gordon lowered his head: It was a kind of torture for me and for her. In this case, I have done something wrong. I let these villains in, and almost helped them destroy Gotham. I have already I am a sinner, I can only use death to wash away my sins, but I know that it cannot be washed away.

No no no!

The clown stretched out his hands and waved them in front of Gordon's eyes. He said softly:

Come on, man... Listen to me, you see, death is not the end, it's just the beginning of another journey, I mean, since the new life has begun, you have to find a way to live , you have to work to survive, so...will you work for me?

He looked at Gordon, and stretched out his left hand. A sleeping woman's soul, which had shrunk more than a dozen times, was lying in the clown's palm, which was very familiar to Gordon.

Gordon stood up suddenly, he looked at the clown in front of him in disbelief, the latter shrugged:

Don't look at me like that, Gordon, maybe you've heard the legend of Gotham's King of Hell before, I gotta tell you, that's me, I control 70% of the undead in this city...yeah , you were cheated by Bane, poor Mr. Gordon, he was an empty-handed white wolf from beginning to end, your wife's soul... has always been with me...

Look, I'm giving you a new choice now, and I'm planning a very interesting thing, including being locked up here, which is also one of the plans... A plan needs many devotees, so, would you like to, work for me?