Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"I have saved you once!"

Bruce looked at the man he regarded as a mentor in front of him, and after the death of his father, the second man he regarded as a role model. He took a step back and looked at it all in disbelief. He whispered, his voice was full of anger ,

"It shouldn't be like this! You...you lied to me?"

"I never lied to you, my disciple."

Lars Al Goor, or Ducard, who rescued Wayne from the "experience life" prison a year ago, and invited him to join the Shadow Warriors League, and then teach him all the fighting , A man of killing skills, this man who taught Bruce too much truth, he reached for a glass of wine from the waiter next to it, put it in his mouth, and sniffed it gently.

"Like I told you not to show mercy to the enemies, but you never learn..."

Bruce took a deep breath, and he looked around. Soon, Ducard brought, or was ambushed in advance in this manor, he saw it clearly, the suit man standing on the second floor, Two waiters holding wine, two security guards standing at the gate, and others hidden among the guests.

A total of 14, plus the Duchard in front of him, Bruce’s heart is like a flaming flame at this moment, and the deceived anger is like a burning flame. It seems to burn all his reason. .

Today was supposed to be his birthday...but maybe it was also the beginning of a massacre.

Ducard stood so quietly, looking at him, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, his long trench coat drooping around his body, looking very thick, he exuded a cold atmosphere around him, maybe it was a premonition of war Towards, the breath was sharper like a knife.

"Dukard, you told me that the Shadow Warrior Alliance is a way for those who do justice. I don't understand why you are so passionate about destruction? Gotham... I don't think this city is hindering you!"

Bruce's hands drooped. Under his neat hair, he had a pair of sensible eyes. He was ready to fight, but at least for now, these ordinary people had to leave.

Damn it! If he knew that Ducard was so fast, he would not allow the stupid Earl to hold such a stupid banquet.

Yes, he is delaying time, I hope Alfred can notice what happened here.

Ducard ignored his disciples' tricks. Instead, he placed the wine glass in his left hand with black gloves on the table on the side. He turned his head to look around, then with a touch of emotion, said to Bruce ,

"I can't help but think of the scene where we first met. Before that dirty and cold prison, we have observed you for a long time, just like we said before, even now, I can't persuade you Forget your past, but in fact, we people, more people, have been silently paying attention to your future and all you have done."

This very majestic middle-aged man took two steps outward, reached for the knife on the table, and looked at it in front of him. This action made Bruce nervous. He knew that the knife would be in Duchard's hand. How terrible, as long as he wants, he can use this knife to kill everyone here...don't doubt, he has this ability!

"One year ago, in Nepal, I got your news from the reports of my subordinates. What I thought at the time was that you were just a rich kid who was tired of city life and came to experience life in the country. ."

"But you know what you were doing at that time, right?"

Ducard looked at Wayne, Bruce didn't want to answer, but he saw the blade in Ducard's hand was facing a lady in front. As long as he gently flicked his left hand, the lady would die, so he must not Not answering,

"At the time, I was experiencing the feeling of a criminal. I spent six years going deep into all the criminals I could find in this world. When I understood all the psychology and behavior of evil, I knew that criminals were not terrible. .."

Bruce looked up and looked at Ducard. At this moment, the noise of the entire hall had been left behind, he said one by one,

"The terrible thing is myself. At that time, at midnight, I was afraid of my inner energy and my anger, because they would drive me to do terrible or great things."

Ducard put down the knife in his hand with satisfaction, he picked up the cane,

"So at that time you have to make a choice, become great, or fall into terrible...I gave you the opportunity to choose, but you gave up, didn't you?"

Not waiting for Wayne to answer, Ducard's voice became deeper,

"People from your bright and beautiful world have too many things to be afraid of losing. You think you have witnessed the death of your father, you have witnessed the crime you have seen, and you have realized the real despair and the ugliness of human nature. ?"

"No, Wayne, my disciple, you are far from it!"

Duchard extended his left hand and waved backwards. The subordinates who were hidden in the crowd put down the matter at hand. Bruce saw them walk into the corner and then pulled out their swords and firearms.

Ducard's complaint continued, his left hand raised slightly, and Bruce knew that as long as this finger was put down, those absolutely obedient lunatics would fire mercilessly into the hall and slaughter everything here.

"Look at you, Bruce, here, you are the prince of the whole city, no one knows, no one knows, only you can taste the taste that no one knows, and you bring your anger to me Come to the world, you pray that I train you to turn you into a truly fearless fighter, but give up everything in the final decision!"

"You tried to prove your conscience in this way? Did everything you do in Gotham prove that you are a big hero? I am curious, do you really understand our world? Do you really understand the shadow warriors? Is justice upheld?"

Bruce stared at the finger in Ducard's hand, he whispered,

"You came for me, let the innocent people leave here!"

There was a sneer that didn't cover up on Ducard's face,

"Then you go and tell them personally, Bruce, you had the opportunity to understand us, but now, you will lose that opportunity forever! And it is because you cannot understand, so you will feel your fear again, that was The fear that I personally removed, I want to bring you a more terrible thing back."

The indifferent mentor extended his hand and patted on the shoulder of his favorite disciple,

"Just start from now! By the way, you only have 2 minutes!"

Bruce closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. When those eyes opened again, the anger and calmness coexisted. This powerful emotional manipulation made Ducard nod his satisfaction. He wanted to make Bruce nod. He inherited his position, not only because of the strong strength of the Wayne family, but also because Bruce Wayne is good enough.

One year of training made him one of the best geniuses in the Shadow Warriors League.

Ducard has seen too many geniuses in his long life, but he has to admit that some people are born to be heroes or demons. Bruce’s talent is so good...so good that he will even be jealous!

But his innate sympathy is superfluous, and any genius has its flaws. The creator will not make any life perfect from nothing, but it doesn’t matter... Ducard looks at Bruce who walks to the center of the hall, his mouth showing. With a smile, he knew how to get rid of that sympathy, only to break the last line of defense in his heart.

Even if it was at the expense of his death, the names of Lars Al Gore and Shadow Warrior will survive forever, which is enough!

Those who practice faith are not afraid of sacrifice! Especially when such sacrifices are valuable.

"If I'm not wrong, it should be Ducard."

On the other side, Alfred hurried to the lobby with Cyber ​​and Lucius. The old man was holding a black pistol. Obviously, in his heart, Bruce’s safety was more important than his life. As he walked, he said,

"Master told me his story of the past year. Although the language is unknown, I can probably guess what happened to him. He entered the Shadow Warriors League and received training. A person named Ducard led him in. But in the end, they let him kill a guilty farmer to fulfill the promise he made when he entered the organization, but he refused and clashed with them. He told me more than once that he killed Lars. Al Gore, and saved Ducard's life."

Afu's expression is serious to the extreme,

"But I don't believe it! Do you understand? Cyber, I don't believe that the leader of the organization will be so easily killed by the young master, his experience is still too little."

How could Cybertron not know this kind of thing?

He pondered,

"Do you doubt that Ducard is the real Lars Al Gore?"

"I’m not sure, but I noticed that there was a detail in the words of the young master that he didn’t notice. Although Al Gore, who was killed by him, was indeed highly skilled, Ducard always appeared with him... and according to He said that Ducard was in a superb position in that organization. I used to perform missions in Japan. When I was young, I heard people there say that there was a man named "Shadow Warrior" around the ancient Japanese generals. Of loyal warriors, dedicated to protecting real big men."

Afu took a deep breath. He put his pistol behind him and slowly walked into the hall.

"Be careful of these guys!"

Cyber ​​thought about it, took the black mask from his back and buckled it on his face, and then followed the two people into it. It was Bruce who was standing on the high platform, but his current state did not look very good. The entire Gotham, the upper class people who are inextricably linked to the Wayne family are surrounding him, and he is saying something less "appropriate".

Eh, enough to make everyone feel that he is unreasonable lines.

"As a member of the Wayne family, there is the fact that there will always be a variety of people who eat, such as you..."

There is an indescribable humiliation and helplessness in Bruce’s eyes. When he was Bruce Wayne, he wanted to maintain the good reputation of the Wayne family than anyone else. That was his father, his grandfather, his The most precious legacy left by his ancestors, but now, he has to destroy him personally.

"You say it too much, Bruce, are you drunk!"

Earl, the chairman of Wayne Industries, flashed a smile in his eyes. The fat guy was worried about how to hold Wayne Industries in his hands. As a result, Bruce said such rudeness and would ruin it. With the reputation of the Wayne family, he pretended to be good for him and tried to hold Bruce, but he was arrogantly thrown away.

"Okay, I haven't finished it yet, Earl, you are always like that. Greedy and impatient are disgusting. Isn't that what I said is not true? So would you really come here for me, a 26-year-old Do young people congratulate their birthday? I don’t think so!"

Wayne’s voice echoed throughout the hall, staring at the scene with loyal Alfred’s faithfulness to the Wayne family, which had never appeared in his worst fantasy, his young master, the master he served He is personally destroying the good reputation of the Wayne family inherited for centuries. He wants to rush to block, but he is caught by the fast-paced Cyber.

"Let me go, I have to stop him! He can't just ruin what his father left..."

"Calm down, Afu!"

Cyber ​​looked at the man who was standing not far from them, wearing a black coat and radiating cold all over his body. He whispered in Alfred's ear,

"Do you know what to do before killing someone?"

"He's killing his name, he's killing Bruce Wayne's name, he's forcing him to destroy everything he has, and then pushing him a little bit into the abyss... If you want to help him, you have to do this do!"

Before Bruce's "improvisation speech" was finished, he saw something lifted up by the last person in the hall. He was wearing a weird black mask.

"boom!"

The gunshot broke all the tranquility, and Ducard, who was immersed in this big drama, was awakened. When he turned back suddenly, he saw the masked Saber kicked the table in front of him. Delicious food and drinking sprinkles are everywhere.

Like a thug, he reached out and grabbed the shocked Alfred, and put the gun in his hand on his white-haired head. The hoarse voice spread throughout the hall.

"I'm looking for Bruce Wayne's revenge! Bruce, are you trying to protect these **** bastards? Look at them, each of them shouldn't be so proud of them, live noblely, their hands are full of blood, They should die with you, but...now! All the **** who have nothing to do with Wayne's **** name get out!"

Cyber ​​held out his hand and hit another shot in the air. The third shot hit the unlucky Mr. Earl. His leg was hit with blood running wildly, in the horrible scream of Earl, The confusion of the crowd has intensified again, and the screams of women are constantly coming. The big men are lying on the ground in awkward form, crawling towards the gate like fat insects. Their wealth and power, identity and status are here. Under the pressure of death, they failed to bring them a sense of security.

You see, they stripped off the bright outer coat, and they were no different from ordinary people.

"You have 10 seconds to get out! Or just stay and die with Wayne!"

Cyber ​​shouted loudly, but his eyes collided with Duchard, who looked like a knife. He whispered in Alfred's ear,

"Wayne owes me again..."

"Save the young master, the Wayne family can give you everything you want!"

"Okay! Deal!"