Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Harvey, in handcuffs, came out of the City Hall, with people from the Gotham Police Department standing on both sides. Sergeant Smith looked at him. The current head of the Gotham Police Department patted him on the shoulder, and then puffed up. palm.

He is the first, then the second, the third, and this is praise, this is approval.

All the police knew that Harvey could not be Batman, and Smith even saw Harvey and Batman appearing at the same time, but anyone with a little brain knew why Harvey did this.

He used his own safety as a bet to force out the clown hiding in a certain corner of the city, and let him know that there is obviously a net in front of him, and he wants to jump in. No one doubts the feasibility of this plan. Everyone present They are old policemen who have dealt with criminals for many years. They know very well that criminals like the clown have their own persistence.

They were equally stubborn, and no one doubted that he would come!

The city hall is not far from the Wayne Building, so when Harvey came out with handcuffs, Rachel was standing aside. In fact, the police officer who escorted him proposed to remove the handcuffs three times, but Harvey did not. If you care about it, it will make people more trustworthy.

He saw Rachel, and Rachel strode over accompanied by Ah Fu, she grabbed Harvey's hand,

"Why are you doing this? He can, you need to give him some confidence, you don't have to take such a risk."

Although the beauty in front of him rejected him not long ago, Harvey made no secret of his love for Rachel. He shrugged. He should have given Rachel a gentle kiss, but he also had his own principles after all. He got into the police car and waved to Rachel,

"Don't worry, I'll be back... let's play a game."

With a brisk tone, he took out his silver coin with some difficulty, "I've returned safely on the front side, but on the other side, let's go on a date again, how about it?"

Rachel laughed angrily. Harvey's smile is very contagious, and there is a smile on her face. After all, Batman and Cyber, the two most capable guys in Gotham, will escort them all the way. It seems that Harvey is in danger. The possibility is not high, she put her arms around her shoulders,

"Harvey, are you really going to rely on luck to decide this?"

Harvey Dent pouted, and before the police car door closed, he threw the silver coin in his hand to Rachel,

"No, I never believed in luck."

The police car drove towards the police station with a shrill siren. Rachel looked at the silver coin in her hand. The obverse was engraved with characters, and the reverse was still engraved with characters.

This is a rare misplaced coin... Given the year it was issued, the value of this silver coin can hardly be measured in money.

"Yeah, you never believed in luck."

Rachel took a deep breath, looked at the police car going away, "You create luck..."

"Hurry up!"

Wearing a bulletproof vest and a steel helmet, Sergeant Smith, who was fully armed, stood at the gate of the police station and shouted to his somewhat confused subordinates,

"Get dressed up, anyone has to get in on it!"

Soon, he was surrounded by police officers, armed with automatic weapons they wouldn't normally use, shotguns and gas grenades to disperse crowds, looking at Smith.

"You all know what we're going to do tonight, don't you?"

Smith yelled loudly that the sheriff Gordon trusted most was a middle-aged man who had been in the police station for more than 20 years. He was a complete old-fashioned tough guy with great prestige. He waved his arms,

"That bastard killed 7 policemen in the past half month! He also killed Gordon and Robert. If there is anyone in this city who I want to strangle to death with my own hands, the clown is definitely the first! Tonight, we are going to escort Harvey to prison, yes, we all know he is innocent, but we also need to know that he made this sacrifice for Gotham!"

"That's what we were supposed to do!"

Smith glanced over the eyes of everyone in front of him, he saw no fear,

"Very well, we are walking with heroes! Get dressed and leave in 5 minutes!"

Everyone got busy again, and Smith himself opened the police car specially used to detain heavyweight prisoners. This kind of vehicle is a special vehicle, and unless a large-caliber war weapon is used, it is impossible to penetrate the steel plate around it. , using this kind of vehicle also represents the importance that the police officers place on Harvey.

This is a prudent protection.

Smith checked the condition of the vehicle for the last time, then opened the door, and sat in the passenger seat. He held a shotgun in his hand. He looked at the driver's seat and saw a heavily armored policeman wearing a helmet and visor. The other party nodded to him, and in the back seat, sat another guy, also wearing a helmet mask, with only a pair of eyes exposed, looking like two ruthless characters.

"Hope you're good enough to fight, man."

Sergeant Smith leaned comfortably on the chair, holding his gun, "Gotham will be a sleepless night tonight, maybe we won't be able to come back."

A tough guy also struggles in his heart. He also has a wife and children, but seeing his companions die one by one, even he has to pick up a weapon and fight the clown to the death.

This is Gotham, and this is the land of civilization! This is not a savage area where whoever is more vicious can live better, and the clown will never want to turn it into his own evil country.

At 8:00 p.m., the prison van was activated. In front were two heavily loaded police cars full of police officers. Behind them were seven Mustang police cars full of police officers. There were also two armored vehicles with heavy weapons accompanying them. More police officers were distributed in From the police station to the prison at every intersection, they can get support everywhere in case of a situation.

This is almost a force that cannot be destroyed in the city.

In a darker corner, a huge black armored vehicle like a tank started silently. Its wheels as high as a person rolled over the ground of Gotham, but the sound it made was only the size of a car. Hanging at the rear of the convoy, it was completely unobtrusive.

On the other side almost parallel to the convoy, Saibo, who was carrying a saber on his back, put on his ghost mask, turned over and rode on a black battle axe, the headlights of eight cars in two rows were turned on, and this beast of steel was released under the control of its master. The weak vibration carried him silently into the darkness.

In the sky of the city, a police helicopter took off 5 minutes after the convoy set off. Four heavily armed police officers with long and short weapons sat on it. Even those patrol boats would be sent up.

The police and their allies have done their best, and a net has been cast against a dangerous man, all for the one who is about to step into it...  

The clown, the guy who turned the whole city upside down by himself, The Joker, the guy who never showed up after escaping from prison.

"shit!"

The police officer sitting in the police car that opened the way saw a blazing flame in front of the dark and deserted road. He cursed, grabbed the communicator,

"There is an obstacle ahead! Completely blocking the road...He wants to drive us into an underground tunnel!"

Sergeant Smith also saw the fully ignited large fire truck in the middle of the road, blocking the road ahead, and asked loudly,

"Can you bypass it?"

"No, sir, I don't know what's in this car, it's going to explode at any moment!"

"Dry!"

Smith slammed his fist on the car window, and he scratched his hair, "Then enter the tunnel and rush up Fifth Avenue as fast as you can!"

"yes!"

The convoy turned slowly, and Smith's eyes were fixed on the burning fire truck. On the front of the red car, he used some things to wipe out a clumsy portrait of a clown, which was burning like a clown's silent mockery.

He gritted his teeth and reached out to release the safety of the gun in his hand. The guy sitting in the second row did the same, and they knew it.

Clown, here we come!

As a modern big city, there are many underground tunnels in Gotham City. The one they are currently walking is about 3,000 meters long. It takes less than 3 minutes to drive out at full speed, but sitting in a car Everyone here knows it won't be that easy.

Everyone is ready to fight, but surprise attacks are always unexpected.

Sergeant Smith turned his head and looked at the dark tunnel outside the window. On the other side, there were vehicles going in the opposite direction. He saw a heavy truck driving in front of him with a container behind it. There seemed to be nothing wrong. , but the next moment, he saw the truck swinging outwards, and then slammed into the guardrail of the two roads. With a crazy momentum, it hit the armored vehicle at the front of the convoy head-on.

"boom"

In this kind of impact of small volume to large volume, even armored vehicles designed for urban warfare are extremely disadvantaged. The truck with a very high chassis is almost crushing the armored vehicle, and its entire front is raised high. Under the squeeze of the armored vehicle, it hit the concrete pillar above the tunnel head-on.

Flames, explosions, all of these hit everyone in front of them in a bombardment manner. The police car behind the armored vehicle had no time to step on the brakes, and it crashed straight into the rear of the armored vehicle whose roof had been crushed. It was quickly swallowed by the ignited fire.

"Abduct! Abduct out!"

Smith yelled while holding his gun, and the heavy-duty policeman who was driving slammed the steering wheel. The sturdy prison car also smashed through the guardrail in the middle of the road and rushed into another lane. But the next moment, in the outer lane, another car A truck came from behind, and a large line of words was written on its container in words that danced like flames.

"Slaughter is the best medicine"

This is what Saibo said to the clown, and he obviously listened to it. Under the gaze and fire of the rest of the police, the center of the container was pulled away, and what caught his eye was half kneeling on the ground, holding a shoulder-strike The clown gang members with rocket launchers, they wear various clown masks, and standing in the center of them is a clown holding a pistol.

He was still wearing the dirty purple suit and black gloves, his face was covered with white oil paint, his eye sockets were black, and his scarred mouth was dark red. Everyone showed a smile, waved the muzzle of the gun in their hands indiscriminately, and shot disordered bullets everywhere,

"Hello, the game... it's about to start!"

"boom"

Rockets were fired, and at a distance of less than 20 meters from both sides, this destructive weapon hit the Mustang police car following the prisoner's body almost instantly, and then exploded, burning hot flames and ignited, blown up to the sky In an instant, the wreck blocked all the vehicles following behind.

In front of the prison van was a heavily armored police car that kept going, but the Joker grabbed his rifle and opened fire with his villainous minions, quickly smashing the glass of the police car, and the villains also fought back from the police. Four or five fell down, and were kicked down one by one by the clown.

Behind the truck, there was also an armed pickup truck rushing out. The same villains wearing clown masks set up the Vulcan machine gun fixed behind the pickup truck. This dark and terrifying thing should appear on the battlefield in the Middle East. In a city not like Gotham, amidst the wild laughter of those lawless bastards, a storm of bullet tail flames rose in the darkness.

Tens of thousands of bullets completely penetrated the heavy police car at the rear in less than 2 seconds, and a dazzling fireball illuminated the darkness.

The flying bullets and roaring explosions lit up the entire dark tunnel at this moment. Smith grabbed the shotgun, and he watched all this in horror. Everyone had given him courage with live ammunition, but now it seems that Facing this crazy opponent, even if he holds a gun, he can't even think about feeling safe.

"Rush out! Speed ​​up, don't get entangled with them! Get out of the tunnel!"

He grabbed the communicator and yelled, "Get out, we've got air support! They're going to turn them into hornet's nests from the sky!"

But at the moment when Smith finished speaking, the clown picked up the grenade launcher himself, and amidst his crazy shouts, a crooked grenade shot out of the barrel, hitting the site of the heavily loaded police car in front.

"boom"

The explosion at this moment completely engulfed the entire dark blue police car, rushed it up, and smashed it on the concrete floor above. Smith watched the flames getting closer and closer. He turned his head to look at the policeman in the driver's seat, this The companion's eyes were wide open, as if he didn't even think about avoiding it, he rushed towards the burning wreckage in front of him, and Smith grabbed the handlebar next to the seat firmly.

His pupils were getting bigger and bigger, and finally he couldn't hold back the fear bursting out of his throat,

"No!!"

"boom"