Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Rachel Dawes, Assistant District Attorney of Gotham City, Bruce Wayne's childhood playmate, her mother, like Alfred, is a servant serving the Wayne family.

Since she was a child, she has had a woman's persistent pursuit of justice, especially after experiencing the accidental death of the Wayne couple who treated her very kindly, Rachel became jealous, which is why she finally chose this career one.

After Bruce left the city, Rachel lost one of the most important things in her life for the first year. , Rachel adapted to this kind of life alone, and finally, she and her boss had some new progress.

But at this critical moment, Bruce returned to Gotham again, which made Rachel a little bit at a loss in addition to being pleasantly surprised.

She once wanted to reconnect with Bruce, but unfortunately, when he returned to Gotham, Bruce Wayne had become a playboy who indulged in debauchery all day long. She had seen Wayne bring different beauties in and out more than once. At the reception, the boy who once only looked at her seemed to be dead.

At the end of that unexpected meeting at the Old Gun Bar, Bruce had told her, "None of this is who I really am, what's inside me isn't so superficial."

But her response was, "It's not what's inside a person that matters, it's what he does."

Since that day, Rachel hadn't had anything to do with Bruce, and she felt he had let her down.

But Rachel didn't know that Bruce in the dark was a different kind of person, just as he said, he was not superficial inside, and she also didn't know that that kind of superficial disguise was just for the son of Gotham to protect the people around him. To be precise, it was to protect her.

"Why did he become like this!"

Rachel was standing on the third floor of Arkham Asylum, standing outside Falconi's cell, looking through the thick glass at the old man who had gone completely crazy and was tied to the bed with belts. This disheveled, haggard and crazy old man was a gangster in Gotham just a few days ago.

Now Falconi can only say one word back and forth, "scarecrow".

The expression on Rachel's face is ugly. She is ready to sue Falconi. Thanks to the help of the man who claims to be Batman, she has enough evidence. Once the trial starts, Rachel has nearly 100% The certainty could have sent Falconi to prison, but now, it's all in vain.

"As I remember, the Falconi family has no history of mental illness!"

Rachel turned her head to look at the person standing beside her, and asked very bluntly, "Can you give me an explanation? Why did he become like this less than a minute after he met you?"

Standing beside Rachel was Dr. Klein, who was wearing a gray suit and had neatly combed hair. As the manager of Arkham Asylum, he accompanied the unbelieving Rachel to check on Falconi's situation. Facing the angry Rachel's questioning, Klein's eyes flashed a hint of impatience. He reached out and took off his gold-rimmed glasses, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the lenses casually. explain,

"Actually, many people have hidden dangers of mental illness. Their absence of the disease only means that they are lucky. It does not mean that they are healthy. Unfortunately, Ms. Rachel and Mr. Falconi belong to that kind of hidden patients. , you should be thankful that you were not there when he fell ill, otherwise he would definitely hurt you."

Klein looked maliciously at Rachel's curvy figure, shook his head,

"Okay Miss Rachel, I'm busy, I don't have time to argue the obvious with you here, I'm an expert on this, you want to question me, show me evidence, if nothing else If not, I will go to work first, you can do it yourself."

After finishing speaking, Klein put his glasses on his eyes, waved to Rachel, and then walked towards the old elevator.

"I've applied for a forensic examination, Mr. Klein, and the medical examiner from Star City will arrive in Gotham tomorrow morning, as you said, because you are an expert in this area."

Rachel stood there with her shoulders crossed, and looked at Klein's back with a sneer, "So if I want to question you, I have to find another expert. After Mr. Hoffer makes a judgment, I think the truth will come out. gone."

Klein's footsteps finally stopped at this moment. Where Rachel couldn't see, a killing intent flashed in Klein's moist eyes like sympathizers. His expression was ferocious, but he was turning around. When he turned around, the fake smile returned to his face.

"Okay, okay, Miss Rachel, you're such a pain in the ass."

Klein rubbed his forehead and made a "please" gesture to her,

"Then please come with me. In fact, I do have some materials about Falconi's madness here, which may be helpful to your investigation."

Klein's expression was very sincere, and Rachel looked at him suspiciously. After more than ten seconds, the young prosecutor's assistant let out a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to stroke his chestnut hair, and there was a look of victory in his eyes. smile.

"Wouldn't it be better to cooperate earlier? Mr. Klein, as long as Falconi is sent to prison, there will be no intersection between us."

Rachel said indifferently to the doctor in front of her, "Then lead the way, Dr. Klein, I hope this cooperation can change my impression of you."

"certainly!"

Klein moved his fingers with a smile, "I think we will become friends, I absolutely believe this, well, come with me, Miss Rachel, my office is underground, you know, this madhouse The design is very unreasonable, and it's too noisy up there."

Klein's words are not groundless. Arkham Asylum was established very early. It used to be a comprehensive hospital more than ten years ago. Doctors don't think about the comfort of this kind of hospital serving the poor. In fact, the original intention of this hospital was to give the homeless poor a chance to support themselves.

But then, with the accidental death of the proponents of the plan, that is, the Wayne couple, the newly built hospital was also covered with a veil of misfortune, and finally, with the continuous decline of Narrow Island, it became uninhabited. Inquire until Klein's arrival.

He was a brilliant administrator and operator, and under his command the ancient Arkham Asylum saw for the first time pure income, despite complaints from the Narrow Isle to the government that the asylum was often There are horrific wailings, but no one will actually come to investigate.

Rachel walked into the elevator that exuded a strange smell. She vaguely remembered that the style of this elevator was the one she had seen in Wayne Manor when she was a child. It had been abandoned long ago. Before pressing the button, a key was needed unlock.

And that equally primitive key was held by Klein in his hand.

When the elevator doors were slowly closing, Rachel suddenly had an urge to get out of the cage-like elevator. She suddenly found that she knew nothing about Klein except that she hated him, and she was like her. It doesn't seem like a reassuring thing for such a weak girl to go to his office with such a villain.

Rachel took a step back and leaned against the metal elevator. Her hands reached for her pockets. In the left pocket was the electric shock device she carried with her, and in the right pocket was a sheathed dagger. It was a "gift" from Seber to her.

Rachel didn't like this overly violent self-defense weapon, but at this moment, when her fingers touched the surface of the dagger, an indescribable sense of security returned to her body, and it also brought back a sense of courage called courage. thing.

"Ding"

The elevator opened on the first basement floor, and Klein walked out without saying a word. Rachel followed behind him and walked into the wall that had started to peel off. Damn it, this place looks just like those third-rate horrors. The scene in the movie is exactly the same.

Rachel began to regret it, but out of righteous insistence, she followed Klein's footsteps. This guy who always liked to mock others didn't say a word at this moment, and walked forward quickly with the elevator key in his hand. , at the very front of this awful corridor, lit only by overhead lights, was a closed blue door.

"It's right there, I put all the information there."

Klein glanced back at Rachel, and said in surprise, "Miss Rachel, your complexion looks a little bad, do you need to take a break?"

Rachel shook her head, a vaguely strange smell came into her nostrils, she gritted her teeth, reached out and took out the electric shock device and dagger, and hid them in her sleeve.

"boom"

Klein propped his hands on the blue door and pushed it outwards. A dark room appeared in front of Rachel. She walked into it cautiously, but what she saw was not a room full of documents. It is a corridor-shaped second floor. Below, there are some busy workers in white jumpsuits. They wear tight masks and protective measures. That kind of horrible attire is easy to associate with to something related to viruses.

When Rachel walked into the room and stood on the railing, Klein snapped his fingers, and the people working below looked up and saw the beautiful prosecutor who broke into this dark kingdom.

Rachel noticed that some of the strong men were still holding weapons in their hands, which were cold guns, while others in white one-piece chemical protective suits were diluting the green liquid prepared by the workers, and then Following the breaches of the two water pipes, it poured into the water pipes connected to Narrow Island and the entire Gotham.

Whatever they were doing, it didn't look like a normal mental hospital scene.

"Snapped"

Klein snapped his fingers again, attracting Rachel's attention to him. At this moment, Klein no longer had the temperament of an intellectual. He looked arrogant and evil. In his left hand was holding A scarecrow cloth bag woven with rag bags and black thread ends, he looked at Rachel, the eyes under the glasses gleamed with naked malice and sarcasm.

"Welcome to my place, Rachel Dawes, this is the truth about Arkham and Falconi you've been looking for."

Klein put that terrifying mask on his head, and his voice became weird and hoarse under the effect of the voice changer.

"In the outside world, power is the strong one, but here, consciousness is more important. Welcome to...my Kingdom of Fear!"

Klein was like a struggling hunter watching a weak prey fall into a trap. He stretched out his left hand. There was a black watch on that wrist. He tapped the watch with his fingers.

"You have 30 seconds to run, little girl! This is your last chance to escape!"

Rachel's breathing became short of breath. When Klein said this, she turned around and rushed out of the door. Klein was not in a hurry. He laughed and walked out of the room. The bunch of keys flicked back and forth across his fingers.

In a panic, Rachel jumped into the elevator, frantically pressed the button on the first floor, then took out her mobile phone, edited a text message, and sent it to her few friends. At the same time she pressed the send button, The elevator door in front of him opened, and what came into view was a scary scarecrow's face and green gas sprayed from Klein's cuff.

"Oh, big gift bag! Surprise or not?"

"Rachel... you sent yourself to hell, I think Bruce Wayne will love the "gift" we're going to give him next, he thought the Shadow Fighters League would let him and his city go, but For his betrayal, we never forget! We destroy this place, destroy everything, starting from you...from Bruce Wayne's favorite woman! Hahaha...Ah!!!"

Klein's wild laughter was not over yet, Rachel, who inhaled the fear gas, felt the surrounding scene begin to distort, she subconsciously stabbed out the two things in her hand.

The huge amount of electric current that erupted instantly from the electric shock device made Klein's body stay in place, while the dagger in the other hand pierced Klein's arm fiercely.

But that's it. As the striker of the Shadow Fighters Alliance, Klein has also undergone rigorous training, and the pain is not enough to defeat him. Rachel trembled and struggled, but with the smell of blood coming from her nostrils, her beautiful Klein grabbed her by the hair, pulled her down, dragged her on the ground, and walked towards the poisonous gas processing factory.

Blood dripped onto the ground, and in the corner of the elevator, on the phone whose screen had been shattered, an icon was shining brightly.

"Sent".