Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Many people think that target shooting is very easy. In fact, this is a skill that requires long-term practice to gain something, especially moving targets, which is difficult.

Calculating the advance is always a big problem, but for those who have mastered this skill, hitting a fast-moving train with a rocket is not too difficult, especially in this dark The train is still driving with two dazzling lights.

"The bigger the goal, the easier it is."

Saber knelt on the ground halfway, less than 10 meters away was the Gotham seaside. At this time in the past, the promenade was always crowded, but at this time it was silent like a ghost, and the heavy grenade launcher was resisted by his shoulders On the top of the sight with night vision, the outline of the speeding train is very conspicuous in the night sky.

He calculated the advance of the launch three times with a "serious" working attitude. When the train rushed out of the narrow island, into the suspension bridge linking the narrow island and the urban area and above the sea, when the first piece of seawater was caught by the microwave transmitter When the vaporized water column appeared, his finger pulled the trigger firmly.

"boom"

The hot gas spewed wildly from the back of the launcher on Cyber’s shoulder, like a pillar of fire lit in the dark, and the conical rocket flew away from the top of the launcher during this crazy acceleration. Quickly, almost in the blink of an eye, it became an arrow of light leaping into the dark sky.

The air track is 30-50 meters from the ground, and the part above the sea will appear higher, but even so, the straight-line distance of the train from Cyber ​​is never more than 1000 meters, and it only takes 3-4 seconds. , It will be able to hit the fast Mercedes-Benz train with Saber's killing intent.

This is also Cyber's plan.

As for whether Bruce is not there, as to what kind of effect this gadget will cause after the explosion, and how many people will die after the explosion, these are not within the scope of his thinking.

Doing anything, thinking too much will leave you at a loss. Straightforward physical action is the best way, but Cyber ​​does not have much time to observe. After launching the first rocket, he is subconscious The response was to pick up a second rocket from the ground and fill it quickly.

But just when he set up the sight again, a dazzling light appeared in his line of sight, it was like the first round of the small sun lit up in the dark night sky, the light and heat erupted at this moment , Almost lighting up the entire narrow island and half of Gotham together!

He couldn't help but stretch out his palm to block in front of his eyes. The scorching heat seemed to be felt even at a distance of nearly a thousand meters. Even on the sea, the tide flowing in all directions from the center of the explosion swelled. Boe's ear was as if a shock bomb had been exploded, making him dizzy at that moment, but he recovered quickly. This was the air shock caused by the loud noise just now.

Come fast, go fast!

But Cyber ​​can swear that this light is clearly visible even a few kilometers away. It is impossible for ordinary rockets to cause this level of explosion, so there is only one possibility, that is... that instrument, killed. Too.

This point can also be confirmed by the giant white gas column that has fallen from the sea. The microwave transmitter is finished and destroyed!

Cyber, still kneeling on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief. He tossed the heavy rockets aside and only used the launcher's sight to observe the scene after the explosion. Although the view was not very clear, but The flame generated by the moment of the Big Bang instantly shredded the head of the train, and also broke the track of the rails in the air. The carriages that continued to move forward passed the flame of the Big Bang and fell diagonally down into the narrow island In the sea connected to the city center.

If it were not for the suspension bridge connecting the two sides that had already been put away by Lucius, only this impact would be enough to completely destroy the suspension bridge.

Cyber ​​can guess that this earth-shattering loud noise and that big ball of fire have definitely shocked the entire city. Even in the past "career", Cyber ​​rarely encountered such a big scene. To be honest, his small heart was also beating a bit, but then, Cyber ​​discovered something that surprised him even more in the sight.

There are two people! They are hanging on the broken rails!

He swears that he has absolutely no dazzling eyes, that is, two people hanging under the rails. Due to the distance, and the bad vision of night vision goggles, he can only vaguely see the shadows of the two people floating in the air, but in Now on this occasion, he thinks with his **** and can know who those two guys are.

Cyber ​​subconsciously touched the claw gun hanging behind his waist. He hesitated for a moment, thinking of Alfred's character with the master's heart, and finally gritted his teeth. He quickly walked to the black battle axe parked on the side. After that, the shocking engine sounded again, and a deeper shadow than the night quickly rushed to the connection between the narrow island and the city.

"If you die, I will lose money!"

Cyber, who was lying on the battle axe locomotive before breaking through the wind, turned his head to look into the sky. He couldn't see what was happening on it, but the contract was the contract, and the contract was the contract. Life is the most important weight.

He doesn't hate this temporary boss with his bottom line. Of course, if he can be more generous with his shot, it will be even better!

After buying a villa, Cyber ​​returned to a state of shyness. Although it is very vulgar, he now really needs a lot of money to maintain a high standard of living. This is the most basic part of Cyber's future planning. Huan, if he can't even reach this point, then his freshman is too failed.

On the other side, Bruce stretched out his hand and grabbed the icy railroad track. With his arms, he put his wet body on the slightly swaying railroad track, breathing heavily. The rocket just shot Less than 2 seconds after he jumped out of the window, he hit the air rail. If it was not the armor itself had a fireproof effect, and it was covered by the water column stimulated by the explosion and the microwave transmitter, I am afraid he would be swallowed by the burst of flame .

But even so, the moment he climbed the railroad track, he still felt the hot pain in his back, as well as his left leg, which made him feel weak and vaguely painful. The wound was numb. Obviously, it must have been just now. In the explosion, fragments broke his body.

But the worse thing was placed in front of him. At a distance of less than 100 meters, another embarrassed guy was lying there, and he was as persistent as he was.

Ducard's situation is definitely worse than that of Bruce. He has no armor protection. In addition to avoiding the explosion center with the shadow-like movement ability at the last moment, he almost ate the horrible explosion and the hardship all the way. The destruction of flames, in fact, Ducard can survive such an attack, far beyond Bruce's imagination.

"Cough"

The leader of the shadow warrior climbed up the railroad track with difficulty. He was still holding a small bottle of shards. He threw the glass shard into the darkness. Bruce raised his head breathlessly from the railroad track and saw Ducard’s The body was twisting abnormally, but the wound, the scary, burned, torn wound, recovered quickly in a crystal-like luster.

"Almost...hehe, almost."

Duchard's sullen voice came into Bruce's ears. He seemed to be suffering enormously. There was a price to escape from death. For Ducard, this price was his empty right arm.

"Without the spring water of this resurrection fountain, maybe you and your miscellaneous friends have really killed me, my disciple, Bruce Wayne, is almost a bit!"

Ducard stepped forward, and in the high altitude nearly 50 meters from the sea below, the cold night wind roared through his hair, and his left arm and most of his body had returned to their original shape, and they could even see the body. The scars are the body of a hundred battles, like the oldest warrior.

This magical scene made Bruce's head confused, even though he has seen too many things that he can't understand and read in the past 7 years, but the scene in front of him at this time still makes Bruce a little unbelievable. He didn't recover until Ducard's horrified and anomalous face gradually recovered in the halo.

"You... who the **** are you?!"

"I am Lars Al Gore!"

Ducard waved the cane sword that had been squeezed in his hand with one hand. The long sword was twisted by the flame just now, but the blade was still deadly, and it looked like a black viper. His voice became Deeper and more hoarse than before,

"After I accepted this name, it was the closest time I died to death. You did well, but the world is much more than the ones you see, Bruce, my disciples, my heirs, come and hug you Mission, you will see a real new world, the real, trembling truth hidden under the world!"

"I reject!"

Bruce was also difficult, staggering to his feet, the cloak behind him had become dilapidated in the previous flame burning, and there were obvious cracks in his bat helmet. His condition was so bad that he even Running has become a luxury.

But his current spirit and will have reached the true peak. After that big explosion, Gotham’s biggest crisis has been lifted. For this city, the most dangerous thing is the one he has left in front of him. Dangerous person regarded as a mentor.

He breathed heavily, using his experience in battle, and using his will to suppress the pain in his body. Under the cracked bat's mantle, his eyes sparkled,

"I refuse! I will not be the messenger of destruction, if I was born to be doomed to have a mission... then here, just Gotham!"

"Do you want to defend this city?"

Ducard’s last patience was lost. He roared like a lion. "You stupid man! Open your eyes and see, you are just an ordinary person in a cloak. Why should you stop it? Real realization of justice? You can't even fight those evils!"

Bruce's breath gradually calmed down, together with his will and voice, which was firmly determined. In the whistling night breeze, facing this almost resurrected existence, he firmly said,

"Don't you teach me? Ducard."

"The apparent order maintainer is the easiest to lose his fighting spirit for his own satisfaction, and even myself will end up in a pitiful existence of injustice, but if I can surpass myself and devote myself to a certain belief, then anyone Can't stop me, I will be transformed into something eternal!"

There is an unabashed taunt and stubbornness in Bruce’s voice,

"Look, mentor, haven't I always followed your instructions?"

"But you forgot, I shaped you now!"

Duchard shouted, "I awakened you from the dark abyss, I changed you from a coward to a current warrior! You should listen to me! Instead of just looking for any reason to stop the real The great thing is not to block the greatest justice with the power I teach you!"

His voice was filled with an intolerable anger and a pity,

"In the final analysis, Bruce...you finally failed to get rid of the mortal shackles, you finally chose to become an ordinary person...So come on, let me end your shameful choice, let me end everything in your dreams! You and Me, only one person can leave alive! That's me!"

The icy night wind blew over Gotham's sky, the match between the master and the apprentice seemed to start at any time, and the next moment, with a crisp impact, a voice with laughter sounded in the darkness behind him,

"Hi, old man... Did you forget to look back, it's not just you two!"

Cyber ​​retrieved the claw gun, he patted the dust that did not exist on his body, and then reached out to draw the dark long knife behind him. His eyes crossed Ducard and fell on the embarrassed Bruce, Batman’s. On his body, he whispered,

"Man, don't listen to the nonsense of this old man, nothing has shaped you, Bruce, only you can shape yourself, as for will and symbol, how to say, someone told me before: Cowardly imprisoned soul, but long The hope can make people feel free."

He waved the knife in his hand and glanced at Ducard standing centrally.

"The strong man saves himself, the saint rides people...Some people think they are saints, but he is actually nothing..."