Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

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Another loud noise appeared in the sky behind everyone. Gordon, wearing a gas mask, turned his head and saw a group of flames lit up in the sky. The poor sheriff couldn't help but cross himself on his chest. , everything tonight was really too exciting for him.

At the moment when the train loaded with microwave transmitters rushed out of the narrow island, Gordon was even desperate. When the sea behind the defense line of the suspension bridge was stirred up with a huge white water column, the thermal wells on the edge of the entire narrow island were washed away. Poisonous fear filled the sky, causing the concentration of fog on Narrow Island to rise again.

Beside the sheriff, there are less than 100 policemen who are still fighting, and more are mercenaries who have been evacuated from the Narrow Island battlefield with live ammunition. Of the 200 best mercenary fighters, only 155 are left now. Individuals, whose Commander Battier had been killed in the previous attack, retreated to the drawbridge line under their respective commanders.

Now Gordon is their commander.

Blood flowed in front of the entire suspension bridge defense line. Most of them were black warriors who were mixed among the driven civilians and tried to attack the defense line. There were also a few villains holding weapons and wearing orange prisoner uniforms. These guys were Released from the police station on Narrow Island during the first attack.

They drove the civilians whose will was infected by the fear gas to try to attack here, but after the gunshots sounded and the people around were knocked down, the civilians screamed and fled in all directions in even more terrifying fear. The dangerous elements were exposed, and then they were caught and beaten by the already angry mercenaries.

This can be regarded as unsatisfactory retribution.

After the fog in front of the eyes became thicker, there were slight explosions and roars from time to time. Combined with the dim lights of the narrow island and the corpses and bloodstains in the direction of the police cars, this place was rendered like hell, and there was another burst of madness. The sound of roaring and running sounded, and all the mercenaries subconsciously opened the safety of their weapons. This night's battle made them exhausted, and they aimed their guns at the mist almost in a reflexive manner.

Don't come close! Put down your weapons and back off!

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Before Gordon finished shouting, a bullet was fired from the mist. Although Gordon himself, who was wearing a bulletproof helmet, was still 108,000 miles away, the next moment, the gunfire of his own torrential rain rang out. Those are civilians who are staggering like zombies. After the concentration of fear gas increased, these poor people completely lost control of their will. Now all their actions are controlled by instinct, and this instinct has to succumb to the distortion of fear Down.

In such a situation where the ego has been defeated, one cannot expect to reason with them at all. After the gunshots rang out, Gordon could only see the figure in the mist being knocked down, and then howling more and more fearfully. When the cry sounded, these frightened guys turned and fled, which made Gordon breathe a sigh of relief.

He was really frightened by the violent charge more than ten minutes ago. Looking at the scene of those people being hit by bullets and falling to the ground with blood flowing, it was like a scene from a nightmare. In that wave of impact, Gordon also shot. He didn't know if he hit those black-clothed warriors, but he didn't want to recall the scene just now.

The sheriff felt very tired, more of a mental burden. He stared at the fog in front of him. After noticing that the last sound of running had also disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the car beside him. Crouching down tremblingly, he felt that his throat was very dry and his lips were about to be split. He continued to drink a glass of water, and a tired voice sounded in his headset.

A few seconds later, Gordon suddenly stood up from his hiding place. He clenched the communicator in his hand and shouted loudly,

Their leader has been killed, we have won!

This news stunned everyone on the defense line. Afterwards, the police officers whose spirits had been stretched to the extreme cheered first, and then the mercenaries. Gordon himself was so excited that his eyes even turned red. Yes, two points for the joy of victory, and the rest is all about relaxation from the pressure and finally being able to escape from the nightmare in front of us.

He is an upright police officer, he is not Seber, nor Bruce, killing a few strangers with his own hands is enough to make his conscience uneasy, and if he can, he is also unwilling to stay here as the commander of the defense line.

Behind them, the suspension bridge retracted remotely by Lucius is slowly descending, the National Guard is less than 50 kilometers away from Gotham, and most of the police officers in the Gotham Police Department are trapped in the chaos of Narrow Island , The order of the entire city that is about to collapse because of that invisible fear needs these soldiers with live ammunition to maintain it.

In peacetime, everyone expresses their aversion to violence, but when the situation is bad enough, only violence can bring an indescribable sense of security. Everyone is actually the embodiment of this self-contradiction.

Ten minutes later, everyone on the suspension bridge defense line returned to the main urban area. They rebuilt the defense line inside the urban area. In the communication that was just restored, the sheriff learned some other news. The breach was broken, and more than 450 inmates of various kinds went missing in the riot that broke out at the prison.

They also set a fire on the outskirts of the city, burning down Gotham's iconic building, Wayne Manor. Fortunately, no one was injured. Finally, it was news that the National Guard had entered the city. They set up a simple post on the bridge leaving the city. Gang, it is said that the chaos in the outermost part of the city has ended.

They soon reached Narrow Island, the hardest-hit area of ​​this chaos.

Gordon finally breathed a sigh of relief. He took off the gas mask that made it difficult for him to breathe, and threw it aside. He took out a crumpled cigarette from the crumpled cigarette case in his pocket, and held it in his mouth. On, took a deep breath of smoke.

There is still gunpowder smoke coming from the narrow island in the distance, but thanks to the existence of a large amount of water vapor evaporated from the humid mist, there is no trace of a fire ignited, which is a big blessing in misfortune.

It was nothing short of a...disaster.

Standing on the edge of the promenade, Gordon looked at the narrow island still shrouded in fog. How many people died in the chaos tonight? 200, 300, or more, these numbers and the bloody scene were engraved in his mind like an engraving, the heavy pressure was like some kind of mission, and even made him a little breathless. Everything that happened in the evening will remain firmly in his heart, and he will not forget it until he grows old.

One night in Gotham, in the darkness of all existence induced by fear, the fate of some people was completely changed. Gordon was one of them, but those trapped in the fate will never know The ups and downs of fate, there is always an invisible hand, pushing them in a direction that they can't even see.

In the thick darkness, there are more dangerous creatures entrenched there. The room is full of bloody smell, which makes people feel sick.

ha!

A sound mixed with some kind of chilling pleasure sounded from the darkness, and then a guy got up from the ground, and through the dim light outside the window, he could see that he had messy hair and looked like a It hasn't been taken care of for more than ten days.

In the dark, the guy staggered to his feet, then let out a groan, and clutched his waist, where a wound pierced by a bullet was still bleeding.

He was wearing a dark purple suit, which looked a bit baggy, with a loose green shirt and a dark patterned tie inside, he was wearing black gloves, and he was holding a switchblade in his left hand, his face could not be seen in the dark , I can only see those eyes, even under extreme pain, there is a strange color surging in those eyes.

In the depths of his eyes, the pupils dilated abnormally, indicating that this guy is already in a state of being affected by the poisonous fear gas. He is walking forward slowly while leaning on the wall in the dark. Behind him, there is a strong smell of blood. .

2 more bodies, 4 hours ago, it was his partner, but after inhaling the goddamn mist, they were overwhelmed with fear and started fighting in a small space with pistols and knives , In the end only he survived.

He walked to the window and stretched out his hand to open the heavy curtains, allowing the dim light to enter the room. Looking out of the window, the street was dead silent, not even a single person moving. His eyesight was very good. , so he can still see those people who are lying on the street not knowing whether they are alive or dead.

There is also a horse that lost its owner. After the fog slowly receded, it regained its calm. Now it is standing alone under the streetlight, as if looking for its owner.

It was a house on the edge of Narrow Island that was supposed to be home to a thriving small gang, but after the raids by the Kagemura ended, the place was dead.

Hahaha…

The guy started to laugh nervously. While laughing, he waved the switchblade in his hand. He didn't know what he was laughing at, but after a few seconds, he stopped suddenly. He pulled a chair from the side, He didn't care about the ugly sound of the heavy chair being pulled across the floor.

There was still stickiness under his feet, which was the feeling of blood stains. He sat on the chair, propped his chin with his left hand and began to think, like a philosopher, he suddenly stuck the switchblade in his hand on the table Go up, and then carefully pulled off his purple coat, and tiptoely took out a bloody playing card from the inner pocket, he did this process very carefully, as if he was afraid of disturbing anyone, he Close your eyes and mutter to yourself.

A few seconds later, he pulled out the playing card and threw it on the table. With the help of the dim light, he saw the appearance of the clown on the card.

Ah, I'm lucky!

He pursed his lips, and his mood became cheerful at a speed visible to the naked eye. He stood up humming a song, kicked the stool he was sitting on, and accidentally touched the wound. He grinned in pain, and he looked back. Glancing at the two guys who had lost their lives long ago lying in the dark house, he said with a hint of sadness,

It's a pity, we get along pretty well, but we will always be separated, I'm used to it!

After speaking, he put his whole face on the glass in front of him, opened his mouth, breathed on it, and then drew a clown pattern on the glass with his clumsy drawing skills, and left contentedly clutching his wound , as he turned his back for the last time, he stared at the only mirror in the house.

Reflected on it is a face covered in white paint, with the abnormally high right hairline, messy blond hair, dark circles under the eyes deliberately made with black dye, and mouth and mouth. The mouth is painted on both sides with bright red paint.

The skin at the corner of the mouth that was torn and stitched by a sharp weapon is clearly visible, which makes this ridiculous appearance look a little abnormally twisted and crazy. This kind of combination is called fear!

He took a deep breath, and the gas that still contained a faint fear gas was breathed into his mouth and nose, and the sensory world in front of his eyes was distorted again, and he saw him in the mirror talking to him and smiling at him in a daze.

He stood in front of the mirror blankly, and finally grinned, revealing a grinning painful smile,

Hey, this is me...

This is it, joker! The game is about to begin!

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The door of the room was closed, and after the last survivor left, this ghostly place was dominated by silent death, and it would take several days before anyone noticed this place and the corpse here.

But in any case, Narrow Island was destroyed, and this time the invasion was finally over.