Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path: 23. The end of the war
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"Boom"
Another loud noise appeared in the sky behind the crowd. Gordon, who was wearing a gas mask, turned back and saw a flame blazing in the sky. The poor sheriff could not help but draw on his chest. With a cross, everything tonight was really too exciting for him.
Gordon was even desperate when the train with the microwave transmitter rushed out of the narrow island. When the sea behind the suspension bridge line was stirred up by huge white water columns, the thermal wells on the edge of the entire narrow island were Rushing away, the fear gas filled 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 evacuated from the narrow island battlefield with live ammunition, and the 200 best mercenary soldiers are now left. There were 155 people. 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, trying to attack the defense line, and a small number of villains armed with weapons and wearing orange prison uniforms, These guys were released from the narrow island police station during the first wave of attack.
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 were knocked down, the civilians screamed and fled away in more terrifying fear. As a result, these dangerous elements were exposed, and then they were caught and beaten up by the angry mercenaries.
This is also a bad retribution.
After the fog is thicker in front of me, from time to time, there are slight explosions and roaring noises. With the dim lights of the narrow island and the corpses and blood stains before the direction of the police car, the place is rendered like hell. Another roar and the sound of running sounded, all the mercenaries unconsciously opened the weapon insurance, this night's battle made them exhausted, almost nerve reflexively aligned the muzzle Mist.
"Do n’t get close! Put down your weapon and go back!"
"Bang"
Gordon ’s words were not finished, and a bullet was fired from the mist. Although Gordon, who was wearing a bulletproof helmet, was still a thousand miles away, but at the next moment, his own gunshot like a heavy rain It 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 be subservient to fear. Under the distortion.
Under this kind of self has been defeated, I ca n’t expect to reason with them. After the gunshots sounded, Gordon can only see the figure in the mist being knocked down, and then it becomes more and more The horror of horror sounded, and these turned guys who had been frightened broke away, which made Gordon relieved.
He was really frightened by the violent charge more than ten minutes ago. Watching the people hit by bullets and falling on the ground, the scene of blood flowing, it was like a nightmare. In the shock just now, Gordon also shot. He did not 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 fog in front of him. After noticing that the last running sound also disappeared, he sighed with relief and leaned on the side of the car. On the ground, he squatted down a little tremblingly. He felt his throat was very dry, and his lips were about to crack. He continued to drink a glass of water, and a tired voice sounded in his headset.
Several seconds later, Gordon suddenly stood up from the hiding place, he squeezed the talker in his hand and shouted loudly,
"Their leader has been killed, we won!"
This news made everyone on the defense line stunned. Then, the policemen who had already been so tight to the extreme cheered first, and then those mercenaries, Gordon himself was very excited, his eyes were even They were all flushed, two points of joy for victory, all the rest was for the stress and the relaxation of finally being able to escape the nightmare in front of me.
He is an honest police officer. He is not Cyber or Bruce. Killing a few strangers with his own hands is enough to make his conscience uneasy. If he can, he is 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 Station are caught in the chaos of the narrow island. The order that the entire city is about to collapse due to that invisible fear needs these armed soldiers to maintain it.
In peacetime, everyone says they hate 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, everyone 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 communication just restored, the sheriff learned some other news, League of Shadows Some people were also divided and the prisons in the suburbs were broken. More than 450 prisoners of various kinds disappeared in the riots set off in the prison.
They also set fire to the outskirts of the city and burned the 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 in the outermost part of the city is over.
They soon reached the narrow island in this chaotic 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 unmade cigarette case that was pinched in his pocket. He drew a deep breath of smoke in his mouth.
Smoke from the distant narrow island is still coming out, 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, which 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 a little breathless, today Everything that happened late will stay firmly in his heart, and will not be forgotten until he gets old.
This Gotham's one 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 Knowing the ups and downs of destiny, there are always invisible hands that will push them into a direction that they cannot see.
In the thick darkness, there are more dangerous creatures entrenched there. The room is full of blood, making people sick.
"Ha!"
Someone mixed with a chilling and pleasant voice rang out 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 and looked It's like havingn't taken care of it for more than ten days.
In the dark, this guy stumbled and then groaned, covering his waist, where a wound pierced by a bullet was still bleeding.
He is wearing a dark purple suit and looks a little generous, with a loose green shirt and a dark patterned tie. He wears black gloves and holds a switchblade in his left hand, which is not visible in the dark His face can only see the eyes, even if it is under extreme pain, the eyes are also a strange color.
Deep in his eyes, the pupils are abnormally enlarged, indicating that this guy is already in the state of being affected by the gas of fear. He is slowly moving forward in the dark, holding the wall, behind him, it is thick Bloody smell.
There are still two bodies. It was his partner who came 4 hours ago, but after inhaling those **** mists, they were overwhelmed by fear, and the pistols and blades began to be in small spaces. In the end, only he survived.
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 He has good eyesight, 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 slowly subsided, it 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 a narrow island. It should have been a place for a thriving little gang, but after the attack by the League of Shadowss ended, there was silence.
"Ha, haha ..."
This guy began to laugh nervously, he was waving his pocket knife while he was laughing, and he did n’t know what he was laughing, but after a few seconds, he stopped suddenly and pulled over A chair, disregarding the unpleasant sound of the heavy chair sliding 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 turned the switchblade in his hand. Put it on the table, then carefully pulled away his purple coat, crippled and took out a **** playing card from the lined pocket, he did it very carefully in this process, like he was afraid to disturb who Again, he closed his eyes and muttered to himself.
Several 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 in luck!"
He pursed his lips, and his mood rose up 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 by accident, and gritted his teeth when he hurt. He looked back 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 well, but they always separate, and I'm used to it!"
After finishing, he put the whole face on the glass in front of his eyes, opened his mouth, breathed on it, and then painted a Joker pattern on the glass with poor painting skills. The wound left, and the last time he turned around, he stared at the only mirror in the house.
The face reflected above is a face covered with white paint, with the high abnormal hairline on the right, and the chaotic blond hair, the dark circles deliberately made with black dye, and the The mouth is painted with bright red paint on both sides of the mouth.
The skin where the corner of the mouth was torn and stitched by a sharp weapon is clearly visible, which makes this originally seemingly funny look have a trace of abnormal distortion and madness. This kind of matching 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. He saw in a trance that he was talking to him in the mirror 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! Game, let's start!"
"Bang"
The door of the room was closed. After the last survivor left, this ghost place was dominated by the silent death. It would take several days before anyone noticed this place and the body.
But anyway, the narrow island was destroyed, and this invasion finally ended.