Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"Boom"

Another loud noise appeared in the sky behind everyone, and Gordon, wearing a gas mask, turned back and saw a flame blazing in the sky, the poor sheriff could not help but draw a cross in front of his chest , Everything tonight is really too exciting for him.

At the moment when the train with the microwave transmitter rushed out of the narrow island, Gordon was even desperate. When the sea behind the suspension bridge line was stirred up by a huge white water column, the thermal wells on the edge of the entire narrow island were washed away. Fear of poison gas permeates the sky, causing the mist density of the narrow island to rise again.

Beside the sergeant, there are only less than 100 police officers still fighting. More are the mercenaries who were evacuated from the narrow island battlefield with live ammunition, and the 200 best mercenary soldiers are now only 155. Personally, their commander Battier was already killed in the previous attack, and they withdrew the suspension bridge line under the leadership of their respective commanders.

Gordon is now their commander.

In front of the entire suspension line of the suspension bridge, there was blood flowing into the river. Most of them were black warriors who were mixed with the driven civilians and tried to attack the defense line. There were a few villains holding weapons and wearing orange prison uniforms. These guys are During the first wave of attack, he was released from the police branch of Narrow Island.

They drove the civilians who were invaded by fear and poison gas to try to attack here, but after the gunshots sounded and the people around them were knocked down, the civilians screamed in more terrifying fear and fled, and these The dangerous elements were exposed, and then caught by the mercenaries who were already angry and beaten.

This is also a bad retribution.

After the fog was thicker in front of me, from time to time, there was a slight explosion and roar. With the dim light of the narrow island and the body and blood stains before the direction of the police car, the place was rendered like hell. The roar and the sound of running sounded, and all the mercenaries unconsciously opened the weapon insurance. This night's battle made them exhausted, and almost the nerve reflex of the muzzle was pointed at the mist.

"Don't get close! Put down your arms and back away!"

"boom"

Before Gordon’s words were finished, a bullet was fired from the mist. Although Gordon, who was wearing a bulletproof helmet, was still a thousand miles away, but the next moment, his own gunshot like a rainstorm sounded, It was a stumbling, zombie-like civilian. After the concentration of fear gas increased, these poor people completely lost control of their own will. Now all their actions are controlled by instinct, and this instinct has to succumb to the distortion of fear. under.

In such a situation where the self has been defeated, one cannot expect to reason with them. After the gunshots sounded, Gordon could only see the figure in the mist being knocked down, and then howling with more fear The cries sounded, and these scared guys turned around and fled, which made Gordon relieved.

He was really frightened by the violent charge more than ten minutes ago. Watching those people hit by bullets and falling on the ground, the scene of blood flowing, it was like a nightmare scene. During that wave of shock, Gordon also shot. He didn't know if he had hit those black warriors, but he was unwilling to recall the scene just now.

The sergeant felt very tired, more of a mental burden, he stared at the mist in front of him, and after noticing that the last running sound also disappeared, he sighed with relief and leaned on the side of the car, he Some of them squatted down tremblingly. He felt his throat was very dry and his lips were about to crack. He continued to drink a glass of water. A tired voice sounded in his headset.

A few seconds later, Gordon slammed up from his hiding place, he squeezed the phone in his hand and shouted loudly,

"Their leader has been killed, we won!"

The news made everyone on the defense line stunned. Then, the policemen who had already been so tight to the extreme cheered first, and then the mercenaries. Gordon himself was very excited. His eyes were even red. Now, two points of joy for victory, all the rest is for the stress and the relaxation of finally being able to escape the nightmare in front of me.

He was an honest police officer. He was not Cyber ​​or Bruce. Killing a few strangers by hand was enough to make his conscience uneasy. If he could, he was also unwilling to stay here as a commander of the line of defense.

Behind them, the suspension bridge remotely retracted by Lucius is slowly descending. The National Guard is less than 50 kilometers away from Gotham. At present, most of the policemen of Gotham Police are trapped in the chaos of the narrow island. The order in which the entire city is about to collapse because of the invisible fear needs these armed soldiers to maintain it.

In peacetime, everyone expresses their aversion to violence, but when the situation is bad to a certain extent, only violence can bring a trace of indescribable security. Everyone actually reflects this self-contradictory hit.

After more than ten minutes, the people on the suspension line of the suspension bridge returned to the main city area. They rebuilt the line of defense inside the city area. In the newsletter that was just restored, the sheriff learned some other news. It broke through, and more than 450 various prisoners disappeared in the riots set off in prison.

They also set fire to the outskirts of the city and burned Gotham’s iconic building, Wayne Manor. Fortunately, no one was injured. Finally, the National Guard entered the city. They built a simple post on the bridge that left the city. Gang, it is said that the chaos on the outer periphery of the city is over.

They soon reached the narrow island of the chaotic disaster area.

Gordon finally breathed a sigh of relief. He took off the gas mask that made his breathing difficult and tossed it aside. He took a crumpled cigarette out of the undesirable cigarette case that was pinched in his pocket and held it in his mouth. On, took a deep breath of smoke.

There are still smoke coming from the narrow island in the distance, but thanks to the presence of a large amount of water vapor that has been evaporated by the wet mist, there is no trace of the fire. This is unfortunately a big symptom.

"This is simply... a disaster."

Gordon stood on the edge of the promenade. He looked at the narrow island still covered in mist. How many people died in the chaos tonight? 200, 300, or more, these numbers and the **** scenes are engraved in his mind like a seal, the heavy is like a certain mission-like pressure, and even makes him breathless. Everything that happened late will stay firmly in his heart, and will not be forgotten until he gets old.

This Gotham's night, in the darkness of all existence that was triggered by fear, the fate of some people was completely changed. Gordon is only one of them, but the people who are trapped in fate will never know The ups and downs of destiny always have unseen hands that will push them into a direction that they can't see.

In the thick darkness, there are more dangerous creatures entrenched there. The room is full of **** smell, making people sick.

"what!"

A voice mixed with some kind of chilling pleasure sounded from the darkness, and then a guy who got up from the ground. Through the dim light outside the window, he could see that he had scattered hair, which looked like I haven't taken care of it for more than ten days.

In the dark, the guy stumbled and then groaned, covering his waist, where a wound pierced by a bullet was still bleeding.

He was wearing a dark purple suit and looked somewhat generous, with a loose green shirt and a dark patterned tie. He wore black gloves and a switchblade in his left hand. He could not see his face in the dark. , Can only see the eyes, even under extreme pain, the eyes surging in those eyes are also a strange color.

Deep in his eyes, the pupils dilated abnormally, indicating that this guy is already in the state of being affected by the gas of fear at this time. He is slowly walking forward in the dark, holding the wall, behind him, there is a strong **** smell .

There are two other bodies. It was his partner four hours ago, but after inhaling those **** mists, they were overwhelmed by fear, and began to fight in a small space with a pistol and a blade. , Only he survived in the end.

He walked over to the window, struggling to reach out the heavy curtains, letting the dim light enter the room, and looking out the window, there was a dead silence on the street, not even an active person, his vision was good , So he can still see people lying on the street without knowing his life or death.

There is also a horse that has lost its owner. After the fog has slowly subsided, it has returned to calm, and now standing alone under the street lamp, it seems to be looking for its owner.

This is a house on the edge of the narrow island, which was supposed to be a place for a thriving little gang, but after the attacks by the shadow warriors ended, there was silence.

"Ha, haha..."

The guy began to laugh nervously. He waved the switchblade in his hand as he laughed. He didn’t know what to laugh, but after a few seconds, he stopped suddenly and pulled a chair from the side. Ignoring the unpleasant sound of the bulky chair's drawing across the floor.

He was sticky under his feet. It was bloody. He was sitting on a chair, holding his chin with his left hand to start thinking. Like a philosopher, he suddenly inserted the spring knife in his hand on the table. Go up, and then carefully pull away his purple coat, crouching and taking out a **** playing card from the lined pocket Close your eyes and mutter to yourself.

A few seconds later, he yanked out the playing card and threw it on the table. With the dim light, he saw the joker on the card.

"Ah, I'm lucky!"

He pursed his lips, and his mood rose at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. He hummed and stood up, kicked the stool he was sitting on, kicked the wound accidentally, he hurt his teeth, and he looked back. A glance at the two guys who had lost their lives in the dark house, he said with a trace of sadness,

"It's a pity that we got along pretty well, but it always separates. I'm used to it!"

After he finished, he put the 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 poor painting skills, so that he was contented to cover his wound and leave , The last time he turned around, he stared at the only mirror in the house.

Reflected on the face is a face painted with white paint, with the high abnormal hairline on the right, and the messy blond hair, the dark circles deliberately made with black dye, and the mouth and mouth Mouth painted with bright red paint on both sides.

The skin where the corner of the mouth was torn and stitched by the sharp weapon was clearly visible, which made this originally seemingly funny look have a trace of abnormal twist and madness. This kind of combination is called fear!

He took a deep breath, and the gas with a faint gas of fear was exhaled into his nose. The sensory world in front of him was twisted again, and he saw in the mirror that he was talking to him and smiling at him.

He stood blankly in front of the mirror and finally grinned, showing a painful smile with a grin,

"Hey, this is me..."

"This is, joker! The game, let's start!"

"boom"

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

But in any case, the narrow island was destroyed, and this invasion finally ended.