Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Gotham, in the early morning, the first ray of sunlight pierced the darkness, as if to bury everything from last night in this warm sunshine, but only those who have experienced that night know that everything will never go back.

Bruce stood at the highest point of Wayne Building. When darkness and dawn alternated, he stood there alone, looking at the sea in the distance. The red light dyed the sea of ​​Gotham red like a burning gate, and the whole The half-asleep city only made him feel an indescribable loneliness.

He became a hero again... He saved 45 children and women before the explosion, but he lost a comrade in arms. He thought it was an opponent, but after knowing that he and the clown died together, Bruce really knew that maybe The two people who died in the explosion were the two people in this city who understood him best.

No more, no matter whether it is friends or opponents, there are no more.

In the slightly dim wind in the early morning, he reached out and took off his bat helmet, and looked at everything in front of him with the most authentic posture. The clown died, and the red devil died with him. The gangsters in this city have been completely wiped out. Annihilation, Batman...

"Let him be history."

He stretched out his hand and flicked it lightly, and the visor flew a long way in the air, and the small detonator placed inside was activated.

"boom"

A cloud of fireworks appeared in the sky above Gotham. After the fire, dawn came, and Bruce had already turned and left.

"Our city has been terribly threatened. Even myself was almost killed in the evil plot. We have lost too much."

In Gotham Central Plaza, Mayor Nestor stood on the podium, in front of him, all the celebrities in Gotham, and more and more citizens stood there, mourning the deaths in the past month people.

"Our city is also under threat of conscience and morality!"

Mayor Nestor raised his left hand, "When the dark storm of the clown rages, the safety of all of us is put in the cruelest danger. The madman is trying to prove that everyone is as weak as he is, and everyone's The heart is as ugly as him, and when he handed over the detonators of innocent citizens and prisoners to each other, he challenged the civilized order of Gotham."

"But I know, we won't be defeated so easily!"

The mayor closed his hands, and he waved his fist three times in the air, his voice became sonorous, "I know that the fire of civilization in society will not be extinguished so easily!"

"Our citizens stuck to the bottom line of morality. We didn't win our survival by killing others. We persisted until after midnight. This is not just a victory for Gotham, it is the most glorious victory of civilization over chaos. .”

"We proved to the clown with practical actions that Gotham is not so easy to be defeated!"

Everyone cheered, the celebrities didn't hold back their applause at this moment, because this is what actually happened, the two detonators didn't go off until midnight, and the citizens of Gotham, even the criminals, stood firm Live the last bottom line.

In the modern world, that would be a legend in itself.

But the mayor's speech was not over yet, he took a deep breath and whispered,

"But we can't ignore that in this war started by the clown, we also lost a lot, not only those heroic detectives who did not fear the evil of the clown, but also a true light of Gotham for several years. The knight, he brought us hope and the rule of law, but he failed to escape the clutches of the clown in the end."

"There is also a hero who has been fighting crime for the past year. He is like a dark knight in Gotham, protecting our city at night. When we are afraid of clowns, he is brave. Standing up, he didn't compromise, even when we chose to retreat because of fear, he still didn't admit defeat."

"Harvey Dent and Batman... the former repelled the clown's persecution of innocent people, the latter died with the clown in the flames, we can't forget what they did for us, we can't forget what we paid for our current life everything."

Mayor Nestor grabbed the black cloth covering the sculpture behind him with his left hand, and he gently pulled it down, and a sculpture appeared on the central square.

That is the sculpture of Harvey Dent and Batman fighting the clown. All three characters are portrayed lifelike. It really looks like a confrontation between justice and evil. Most importantly, in the official publicity, this All three are dead.

"Gotham will never forget that dark day."

Naturally, no one would object to erecting a monument for the dead heroes, not to mention that these three people had a great influence on Gotham.

And outside the central plaza, on a chair outside the crowd, a well-groomed man in a black suit was sitting there reading a newspaper. The local newspapers in Gotham were full of stories about this "good and evil". Although the narration and comments of "Battle of War" are the same, this man still reads it with gusto.

Holding a large glass of watermelon juice in his hand, he was reading the newspaper while drinking the drink through a straw, enjoying himself.

And beside him, sat a woman wearing a long black dress and a hat. She had long wine-red hair that was slightly curled up. From the edge of the hat, one could see a delicate chin and full lips. It must be a big beauty, even if she is sitting there, she has attracted the attention of many passing men.

"It's ironic."

She played with something in her hand and said, "These people are gathered here, excited by the nonsense of a man who knows nothing, look at their expressions, they really believe what the mayor said A fairy tale?"

She snorted disdainfully,

"I was on the Flyer at that time. The result of their vote was 174:35, and more than 20 people abstained. If we hadn't dismantled the bomb, they would have blown up those prisoners to pieces. Do you have the face to announce here that you have stuck to the bottom line of civilization?"

"Batman left the battlefield early, the Red Devil and the Joker died together, but look, they never mentioned a single word about Cyber ​​Hawk... just because he shot a greedy bastard in front of everyone , this is their fairness, this is their "humanity."

"It's ironic."

"Natasha, this is politics, this is our society."

Coulson finished drinking the watermelon juice, and slowly folded the newspaper in his hand. He reached out and took off the black sunglasses from his chest, and put them on his face. He looked at the sculpture and whispered,

"The high-sounding can always make everyone like it, and not everyone can accept the cruel fact. For most people, the judgment of good and evil is as simple as the limit. What is good for them is good. No one likes the game. Uncle, because he has his own view of good and evil, and is different from most people, and our chief doesn't like him, does he?"

"Who would Fury like?"

Natasha smiled softly, "He wishes all the mutants in the world would die, but I'm really interested in this Cyber ​​Hawk. It is said that he has an unusual relationship with Mei?"

"Do not make jokes."

Coulson straightened his clothes, stood up, and threw the glass of watermelon juice into the trash can, "He's just May's friend."

"Mei actually has friends?"

Natasha pretended to be surprised and asked, but Coulson counterattacked.

"She heard what you said. She might beat you up. I won't stop her, and I can't stop her. The matter has been resolved. It's time for me to go back to the headquarters. What about you?"

"I'm going to the Middle East recently."

Natasha stood up and stretched her waist. Her graceful curves attracted the attention of the men around her again. The woman stretched out her hand to help Coulson tidy up his shirt. She asked in a low voice,

"Is Weapon X over?"

"No, but our regulatory time is over."

There was a look of helplessness on Coulson's face, "I really don't know why Fury agreed to Stryker's experiment. Once the mutants find out, no matter if it's Professor Charles or that radical Magneto, something big will happen. Yes, but Stryker is an extreme anti-mutantist, it's like hell on earth."

Natasha nodded and didn't ask any more questions. She took a few steps forward and suddenly remembered something. She turned her head and said to Coulson,

"There is news about the person you have been following. In the Arctic Ocean, someone found some of his belongings. It is very likely that Fury will send someone there in the near future."

"What?"

Coulson's footsteps walking in another direction stopped in place, his voice was mixed with surprise,

"Really?"

Natasha chuckled lightly and didn't answer. She shook her hands back, walked on a catwalk, and left the square. Mr. Mayor's speech has also ended, and the lively venue just now will leave within a few minutes. Cleaned up, came here to mourn the dead, but they always had to live their own lives.

For a dead person, where is his own life important?

Gotham Docklands, Pier 14, on this abandoned pier, a young man in casual clothes is sitting on the edge of the pier fault. Now that the Devil Gang has left Gotham, no one wants to come to this place where many people have died. Among the dock workers, there are even rumors that there have been ghosts here.

Robin raised his head and looked at the distant sea in some confusion. There, a cargo ship with the Canadian Maple Leaf flag printed on it was slowly leaving the shore. Robin was holding his own police badge in his hand. He didn't dare to tell his father, but he couldn't escape in the end. He was the only one left in the Christian family in Gotham.

Cerber is gone... Robin thought he didn't have that much connection with this guy, but after realizing that Cerber has probably disappeared from his life, Robin still shed tears for him, he didn't even want to Going back to the villa.

"Is being a good cop... really that important?"

He closed his eyes, and what sounded in his mind was a sentence that his father asked him. At that time, he didn't know how to answer it. Now, he also doesn't know how to answer it.

Ten minutes later, Robin stood up. He took a deep breath, wiped the police badge in front of his eyes, raised it high, and threw it out viciously.

Is his dream dead?

No...he just wanted to use another way to realize his dream. How could he just watch his brother change back to his original appearance again after he sacrificed his life in exchange for everything?

"Doo... Mr. Lucius? I want to order a set of special items... You should have blueprints there, yes, the red ghost."

Robin turned around, and the never-smoker strode away with a lighted cigarette in his mouth. Behind him, the cargo ship had sailed into the sea.

In the lowermost cabin of the cargo ship, a not-so-large black container was extremely conspicuous. Two capable soldiers stood guard outside the container with guns. Not far in front of them, a man in a suit and tie The middle-aged man came down. Without looking at the two soldiers with guns, he took out the key, opened the container, and walked in.

Under the dim light, a coffin-shaped container was placed in the center of the container. The guy in a suit and leather shoes stood outside the container, stretched out his fingers, and tapped the surface of the container little by little.

"Hey, Cyber ​​Hawk...you still fall into my hands...I've been waiting, too long."