Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

In the next few days, the weather was calm, and it was very doubtful whether Gotham had passed the worst period.

But only a small number of people know that a group of lunatics are hiding in this city. In the dark, he grinned grinningly and plotted his own evil business. No one knows who he will aim at next...but at least For now, they are safe.

Maloney and Wurtz and other gangsters who were in a mess came out of prison. They have money, and money basically has everything these days, but even if they spent huge bail fees to put themselves After getting it out, he has become a lonely family. Although there are still younger brothers who can be used, it is a pity that the most vicious and capable people have been locked in prison. As long as Harvey Dent's accusation is not over, they will Don't think about it.

The eight big bosses looked at each other, and then drove away in a car without making a fuss. Even if their strength was seriously damaged, their business would still go on. Ten minutes later, Todd, the only big boss rooted in the central city, took I returned home exhausted.

It was a luxurious apartment, probably because the massacre caused by the red devil had frightened everyone, so no matter where Todd went, he was accompanied by four loyal and fully armed younger brothers.

But just as they walked into the house, they smelled the smell of cigars. When Todd turned around, he saw a figure with his back facing him, sitting on the luxuriously decorated sofa in his house, without a face, All I could see were the fingers sticking out of the sofa, holding a cigar.

"Who are you! Bastard, how dare you break into this place!"

The anger brought about by the humiliation that Todd endured in the prison burst out vigorously at this moment, and his little brother also drew his guns in unison, and the next moment, the guy in the black windbreaker stood up, holding a gun in his hand. A black straight-edged knife with a sheath, turned around, and what caught the eyes of the five people was a mottled, slightly broken, twisted ghost face with three scorched black claw marks on it.

"Hello, Todd Jefferson...I have been waiting for you for a long time..."

An hour later, Gordon got a call.

"Director, I'm sorry... But, Todd died, and he died at his home."

"What?"

A trace of pain flashed across Gordon's face. He had roughly guessed what happened, but what should be done still had to be done. He breathed a sigh of relief, put down the phone,

"Robin!"

"Robin?"

The office door was pushed open, and a brown-skinned policewoman asked,

"Director, what's the matter? Officer Robin asked for a 10-day long leave...you personally approved it."

"Oh. Yes, I forgot."

Gordon patted his head. Recently, the white hair on his head has been hidden at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he looks much older. While taking his clothes, he said to the policewoman,

"Then Sergeant Ramirez, the police station is handed over to you, I'll go out for a while."

He looked around and lowered his voice, "Watch that bastard!"

"Well, I see, Director."

A firm light flashed in Ramirez's eyes, "I will take good care of him! You can rest assured."

Thanks to the bad traffic in Gotham, when Gordon arrived at the scene of the crime, it was already 10 minutes later. As soon as he walked into Todd's house, he saw the four knives stuck on the wall in the shape of a large character. corpse.

That was Todd... Beside the corpse, a line of blood writing almost occupied most of the wall.

"Blood will have Blood"

"eye for eye…"

Gordon muttered to himself, and at this moment, the phone in his hand jumped,

"Didi, Dididi"

"Hey Rachel, what's up?"

"Gordon, the evidence room in the D.A.'s office has been burglarized..."

There was an undisguised sadness in Rachel's voice, "Serber took his things."

"I already knew...I saw it too."

Gordon hung up the phone as if he lost his soul, but within 5 minutes, his cell phone rang again.

"Director... Albert, dead."

Albert is another gang leader. Less than 2 hours after Todd was killed, only 6 of the 8 gang leaders who had just been released remained.

Sable no longer appeared as the red devil, but Gordon found that when he became an ordinary person, his lethality and deterrence were almost magnified by more than 10 times, like a drop of venom, melting into the lake , no one can catch him.

But now it seems that Seber's thoughts are very clear... At least until all the gang leaders in this city are dead, he will not stop, just like a hunter who has set up a hunting ground, waiting patiently for his prey network access.

And Gordon, like a forest ranger who is extremely disgusted, but wants to protect those prey, but can do nothing, can only watch all this happen, his fists are clenched, watching being taken down from the wall Todd's body, he felt, could do nothing.

"Go back to prison..."

Gordon muttered to himself.

"What?"

The police detective next to him asked curiously, and saw Gordon roaring like an angry lion at this moment,

"Call those damned gangsters, if they don't want to die, go back to prison... only there, they will be safe."

The detective had never seen the chief so angry. He obediently went to make a call, and then Gordon's cell phone rang again, and he clasped it to his ear angrily.

"Damn it, who's dead again?"

"Gordon! Come back! Ramirez is injured, the clown is gone!"

"puff"

Gordon felt a fishy smell rushing up his throat, and he felt that everything in front of him was shaking, the walls, blood stains, and the ground, like an earthquake, he felt short of breath, but just as he wanted to hold the wall At that moment, everything in his vision fell down.

It was as if the whole world collapsed in an instant.

"boom"

The busy police officers turned their heads and saw their chief fell to the ground. In an instant, the whole crime scene was in chaos.

"Tsk tsk, poor Gordon..."

Seber looked at the news break on the TV hanging on the wall and saw the news that Gordon was sent directly to Gotham Hospital. He smiled, picked up the popcorn next to the bed carelessly, and changed it to another one. Watching the movie with gusto, judging from the surrounding furnishings, he should be in a luxurious hotel.

Saibo’s villa has been completely empty. Since he wants to be a spectator, he must learn to hide his identity. This is something that Saibo is familiar with. After eating the popcorn, he pursed his lips and opened the door bottle of wine, and shrugged at the two men and women who were tied up in a corner, wearing only pajamas, looking terrified, and covering their faces with white cloth,

"Don't worry, sir and girls, I'm just borrowing your room, tomorrow morning, you will be free"

As he spoke, he yawned,

"Ah, I'm so tired, let me sleep well."

Poor Gordon couldn't stay in the hospital for more than 2 days. On the second afternoon, a phone call went directly to the hospital.

"Excuse me, is my dear Mr. Gordon there?"

Gordon's wife picked up the phone. She didn't recognize the voice, but she said politely,

"Sorry, it's not convenient for him to answer the phone now, what can you do?"

"Uh... Mrs. Gordon, right, I just want to apologize to my good friend Commissioner Gordon, I'm his friend Joker, and I want to say, your little daughter is so cute, what's her name? Bar Barra?"

The somewhat magnetic voice became stubborn, and Gordon, whose complexion changed drastically, grabbed the phone and shouted loudly,

"Clown! What do you want? Stay away from my family!"

"Tsk tsk, listen to this angry voice, listen to this irritable tone, you really make me feel sad, my Gordon, didn't we play well before?"

In the dark house, the clown is playing with the pistol in his hand, he is laughing, the white paint on his face is also beating, and even the terrible scar on the corner of his mouth is beating even more ferociously. Opposite him are two people who are tied to a chair Police officers, their mouths were covered with towels, and the table in front of them was full of various playing cards.

The clown looked at the arrangement with satisfaction, and he snorted frivolously,

"Don't worry, children who can cry and make trouble are the most annoying. I just want to play a game with you. We all like games, don't we?"

He paused, clamping the phone between his cheeks and shoulders, fiddling with the pistol in his hand with both hands,

"If Batman doesn't take off his mask for a day, people will die every day in Gotham. I figured, I missed about 2 days, so today I plan to make up what I owe... Oh, yes, 126 Orchard Street No, Harvey Dent, he's here."

After speaking, he threw the phone aside and raised the muzzle of the gun.

"Why are you so serious~ Come on, have a smile."

"clown!"

"bang bang"

The last thing that came from Gordon's phone were two gunshots and a dying sob. It seemed that his mouth was gagged. There was a busy tone on the phone. Gordon's hands were shaking, and he gritted his teeth. , reached out and patted the worried Mrs. Gordon, "You take Barbara...to Star City, to Lance, I will let Ramirez arrange it for you and the children, and you stay in Gotham...I Don't worry, it's not safe here."

Twenty-five minutes later, Gordon walked into the room. It was dark, and the smell of blood rushed into his nostrils. The wires in the house had been completely cut. Gordon turned the two corpses over with gloves on, and their faces were used. The paint turned into clowns, twisted, hideous, and their identities could be identified just by the coats they wore.

"It's the government employees and our police officers who are... trading drugs... a real scandal!"

Ramirez, whose face was a little pale, said angrily, the white powder scattered all over the ground by their feet, they could almost tell what it was without looking.

She made a little distinction between their appearances, and found that there was no way to tell them apart. The policewoman was stabbed in the abdomen by a clown, but she insisted on going to work. On the one hand, the police force was insufficient. People were arrested and almost all the police were dispatched to maintain law and order.

She stretched out her hand, turned out the ID cards on their chests with difficulty, and then read them softly,

"Richard Dent"

"Padraic Harvey"

"Harvey Dent... that lunatic, he hasn't given up on hunting down Harvey yet."

Ramirez took some painful breaths, and then saw Gordon's serious face. He reached out and took out the newspaper under the wine bottle. A picture of Gordon terrified, and a line written with a clumsy pen.

"Mr. Anthony Nestor, aged 46..."

"It's the mayor, his next target is the mayor... this lunatic!"

Before Gordon finished speaking, Ramirez's expression froze,

"Director, tomorrow is Director Lauber's memorial service. The mayor and city hall dignitaries will attend. Do you think he will?"

"But tomorrow there are 300 police deputies across Gotham City..."

Gordon took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, "Unless he is crazy, it is impossible for him to get involved in the attack."

"Don't take chances, Mr. Director."

A deep voice sounded by the window, Ramirez drew out his pistol immediately, and saw the guy in black armor and black cloak, his actions were a little stiff, he said,

"You and I both know how crazy he is. He always chooses the location of attack unexpectedly. For such a guy, we can't use ordinary people's thinking to judge, so if I were you, I would proceed carefully."

He walked up to the two bodies, "I need 10 minutes before you come."

"If it wasn't for you...they wouldn't have died either!"

Ramirez said suddenly, "His target has always been you!"

"There, Sheriff! Get out!"

Gordon's voice made Ramirez stop arguing. She shook her head and walked out. When only Gordon and Bruce were left in the room, Gordon was no longer holding on. He leaned against the wall and watched The two corpses said bitterly,

"I tried to stop him with the law, but I ignored...there was no law, no justice in this city before Harvey came, hell, I really don't know who else I can trust in that police station now ...the mob has been driven mad by Cyber, and they've given all their resources to the maniac...The Joker's escape was no accident."

"I overestimated myself and I underestimated him."