Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Many things don't happen because we don't want them to happen. According to Murphy's law, as long as things tend to go bad, they will definitely go bad.

Therefore, a truly wise person will start preparing for the worst possible situation as soon as he realizes that a problem has arisen.

Narrow Island, after the Arkham fire a few days ago, there were a lot more police stationed here. Although after the turmoil passed, no one would pay attention to this almost isolated place, but at least now, openly There is still work to be done.

Even though those yawning policemen would not give the people of Narrow Island a sense of security.

Falconi's dark empire has collapsed. In those dark corners that no one knows, the division of this chaotic land is in progress. One after another, small gangs rise rapidly, and then actively or passively get involved in this competition Among them, they were like a group of blood-sucking locusts, lying on Falconi's body and carnival.

Most gangs can't survive for 3 days, and they will be stabbed in the back by other collaborators, so the strong get stronger and the weak get weaker, but there are also some very lucky guys. On the edge of Narrow Island, a small gang The gang has recruited a strange guy, and in his unrestrained and black humorous planning that day, they have won one unimaginably rich victory after another.

If there is no accident, a big gang will reappear here a month later, but just like all stories tell, accidents will always appear.

In the house that is almost one step away from the Arkham Asylum, there seems to be a smell of burning. The madhouse has become history. Although the fire was finally extinguished, it burned the two floors of the madhouse , that place is now uninhabitable.

So those villains and lunatics who were rescued were temporarily imprisoned in the police substation not far from the asylum. It is now overcrowded and no one wants to deal with these guys. These guys are going to be here for a long time.

Even though it was daytime, the room that was not exposed to the sun was still dimly lit, especially when the people in the house had drawn the heavy curtains, and there was only one dim light. In the empty room, there was a black The body bag, beside it, stood 4 people wearing various clothes, but they looked extremely capable.

Among them, there was even a guy wearing a police uniform on duty.

A few minutes later, the door of the room was opened, and a well-dressed man in a black dress with a black cane in his hand walked into the room. Everyone's bodies straightened at this moment. Obviously, it was theirs who came in. leader.

His eyes are as sharp as a hawk, but between the deflection, he gives people a trustworthy feeling. His hair is gray, which shows that he is not young, and the most eye-catching thing is his His beard was not kept in the usual shape, but was divided into a special kind of beard, which spread to the mouth on both sides and reached the jaw, which looked like a tiger's beard.

The same gray color, matched with his vigorous steps, and the casually swinging cane are like a sharp sword with a sheath in his hand, which is extremely sharp. In other words, this person who is dressed like an old gentleman, looks Going up is a sharp knife out of its sheath.

"He's here?"

He glanced at the layout of the room, his eyes stayed on several points for a moment, and then turned his head to look under his cloth, a guy in worker's uniform walked forward without saying a word, opened the body bag, and a breath An unbearable breath came out. It was the corpse that had been parked in the morgue for 3 days, and the smell was self-evident.

The old gentleman took out a handkerchief from his pocket, put it on his nose, took a few steps forward, and looked at the well-preserved corpse. He waved his hand, and the subordinate pulled the chain of the body bag again. The old gentleman He casually put the handkerchief in the trash can, sighed,

"Klein, a companion with great promise, died in this fallen city because of this long overdue goal...Look out the window..."

He stepped forward and opened the heavy curtains, and outside was the dirty Narrow Island Street, as well as those idlers wandering the streets with nothing to do, and from this angle, Gotham city could be clearly seen The high-rise buildings in the center are resplendent and resplendent. Comparing the two is like a comparison between two eras that existed in the same place.

"Look here..."

The old gentleman's eyes stayed in front of the window, his eyes were not focused, what he saw was something deeper, "Smell the air here, it's depraved, rotten, like the corruption that exists on the body of civilization The cyst, its existence, is a blasphemy against this great civilization itself."

"The people here have forgotten the hardships of their ancestors in starting a business. They have forgotten their responsibilities and missions as human beings. They just live in a mediocre way, wasting time and life every day. This is a magic cave in the world. It reminds me of London that has been burned to the ground, and Jerusalem that used to be..."

He turned around and looked at the four people in front of him with clear eyes. His eyes fell on them. They were the most outstanding fighters in the organization. They had a taste of penance, which was normal, and they could endure loneliness , in order to gain power that ordinary people can't imagine.

"We want to fulfill what we promised, the oath we made when we joined this great organization, this time...no one can stop us!"

"Go, warriors, gather our companions, and destruction will come tonight!"

There is no hoarse cry, no excited roar, these real fighters never put their existence into words, their long-term training is for this great moment, and they have already looked forward to it.

Money can boost morale more than words, but above money, soldiers armed with faith are almost invincible, and no one can destroy them!

They turned and left, leaving only the old gentleman and a corpse in the room.

No... there is a third person.

"Thalia, are you still there?"

The old gentleman sat on the sofa and said to the empty air, "Did you still follow me to this city that must be destroyed?"

"click"

On the ceiling of the room, a gypsum board was removed, and a graceful figure fell from it, standing firmly in front of the old gentleman. She hugged her shoulders and looked at the old man sitting there indifferently. She has long chestnut hair, and that graceful body always makes people unconsciously think about what kind of face she has.

But the black mask covered that face. With a completely covered black mask, she was carrying a black straight blade knife on her back, and two black pistols pinned to her waist belt.

"Of course I will come, I just want to watch you die here, killed by your best disciple!"

"You mean Wayne?"

The old gentleman smiled and put the cane in his hand on the ground. There was no hope in his eyes when he looked at the woman in front of him, but only a kind of calmness and a touch of deep love, "Wayne once had the best I don’t think it’s the benefit of my disguise, but Wayne has the skills of a fighter, but he doesn’t have the heart of a fighter.”

"Peace will consume strength, and victory will defeat will. He considers himself a defender in this city, using the power I gave him to do those meaningless things. He is trying to save it, but he doesn't know it. There is no cure for the city!"

"He is still the same as the first time I saw him, stubborn, determined, but with an indescribable cowardice and stupidity, he always thinks he can change everything, but he ignores one point, he is just a A mortal, like you and me, is doing something that is doomed to fail."

Regarding the old gentleman's evaluation, the woman in the battle armor didn't answer. She sneered, and with a flick of her hand, something pierced towards the old gentleman who was close at hand with the whistling sound of the wind, but he just gently With a wave of his hand, he squeezed the cold thing in his hand, and he held it in front of his eyes.

It was a small dart, sharpened on both sides, polished to look like a bat with wings spread, and on the other side, two letters, B.M.

The old gentleman looked at the crafts and murder weapons in his hands, and he sighed,

"Tsk tsk, if Wayne's heart could be like yours, it would be great, he would be the best and most outstanding shadow fighter in the past century, but look at him now, is he using this gadget to satisfy his boring heroic desire? It's pathetic..."

"This was found from Klein's body..."

The woman took a step back, "Your disciple killed him, he has already started killing people! His fangs are sharp enough, old man, you underestimate the enemy! This will make you die here!"

"Um?"

The old gentleman frowned, and the sharp batarang jumped rapidly between his fingers, as if by magic. In the end, he shook his head,

"not him!"

"Um?"

"He didn't kill it! Wayne is sticking to his inner defense, I can feel..."

The old man raised his head, his eyes were serious, "Someone is trying to interfere with our sight, it is the legendary "red devil"! Thalia, I don't want you to be involved in the duel between me and Wayne, but since you have Come, there is no need to hide the sharp long sword... Go, find him! Kill him!"

The woman didn't respond, she just nodded, turned around and walked into the darkness, at the moment when she was about to disappear, the old gentleman opened his mouth,

"Thalia..."

The woman turned her head and asked impatiently,

"What else is there? Old guy."

"You...be careful..."

"Hmph, you should worry about yourself, I didn't come all the way here to collect your body!"

"Hehe, this destruction itself is a change of power. I have lived for a long time, and death is not such a terrible thing for me. If Wayne dies, it means that he is nothing more than that. The future of Shadow Warrior is still Yours, if I die...it means that Wayne has really taken that step, he is already qualified to inherit everything from the Shadow Warrior, Thalia, you and him join hands, and finally the glorious Shadow Warrior Carry on...he's a man to trust!"

With a flick of the old gentleman's finger, the batarang roared towards Thalia's back. The young woman flashed and caught the dart with her fingers. She didn't answer, but strode in. The darkness in front of you.

"I... never team up with anyone! I came back with the head of that red **** ghost, to prove my ability!"

"Hey, I'm just worried about you... that's not a guy who can be dealt with casually."

A few minutes after the woman left, the old gentleman stood up. He patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, and looked at the direction in which the woman disappeared, "But I still wish you good luck, my daughter."

The moment he turned his head, all the weak expressions were swept away, and his gaze became sharp and sharp again, like a long knife.

At this moment, he turned back into the steely leader, the steely destroyer.

Lars al-Ghul, a cold name, a name that once plunged many countries into darkness, a mortal name that transcends the existence of mortals.

Tremble, Gotham, here he comes!