The trajectory of the world king in the United States

"squeak…"

The dilapidated, riddled with flames, almost like an old pickup truck that had come off a battlefield, was parked deep in the jungle in front of Wayne Manor. If it weren't for Bruce's guidance, Seber would have been alone. It is impossible to find this place in the quiet night.

Wayne Manor itself is already located on the outskirts of Gotham. This place is even more exaggerated. It is already located on the edge of Gotham. A few kilometers further outside are state highways leading to other cities. This is the area belonging to the Wayne family. Ordinary People can't get in at all. Even if they get in by chance, they won't be lucky enough to find this place surrounded by woods and mountain walls before being discovered.

Seb opened the car door. Maybe he used a little too much force. The car door hit the ground with a clang. Seb scratched his head speechlessly. This car was completely useless. He hoped that his father would not carry the pole when he came back. It is said that the old Springfield who participated in World War II and whose rifling was almost smoothed came to him for help.

He took a deep breath. In this quiet darkness, in this jungle, there was a strange sound echoing from time to time. It should be the sound made by the alarmed small animals living in the lush woods. Cyber Looking into the distance, you can even see the black smoke rushing into the sky when Wayne Castle burned.

In front of him was a small waterfall. After he turned on the flashlight, he could vaguely see that behind the waterfall, there was a dark mountain crack. It was so dark that against the backdrop of the numbing tranquility around it, it seemed that It's the gateway to hell.

Anyway, a normal person would never choose to enter there at this time.

Bruce, Alfred and Lucius also got out of the pickup truck. Seb lit a cigar and turned to look at the three people behind him.

"Is this a bat nest? What a wonderful hiding place! You guys are really good at hiding things."

Bruce still has a few scratches on his face. This superficial playboy is in a bad mood now. He doesn't want to say a word, but because Seb really saved his life tonight, and it was the second time, he He closed his eyes and sighed, then nodded.

"You can enter directly below Wayne Castle from here. There are only two entrances to that place. Come with me, Afu, and find some ropes, otherwise it will be difficult for us to enter like this. The water in that place is very deep."

After Alfred and Lucius moved away a little, Bruce approached Seb and lowered his voice.

"Thank you, Seb, you didn't have to do that."

The latter didn't look back at all. He shook his hand, then bent down and carried the unconscious Kai out of the car.

"That's employment, isn't it? You are my boss, and I should do something for you, but Bruce, in this situation, do you still want to stop me?"

Seb meant something, and Bruce also knew what Seb meant. A trace of confusion flashed across his eyes, but in the end, the hesitation turned into determination. He nodded and put his left hand on Seb's shoulder.

"Go ahead and protect this city with me!"

"No, no, no, I won't protect it!"

Seb turned his head and bared his teeth at Bruce, "I'm just fulfilling the employment agreement. Protecting it is what you have to do. Come, while there is still time, let's talk about that Ducard, that kind of shadow. Is the method of movement a kind of superpower or some kind of special skill?"

Seb put the cigar back into his mouth with one hand, took a long puff, and then let the smoke blow out from his nostrils.

"Why do I feel that the Kagemusha I saw are not the same as what Ah Fu said... Could it be that the Kagemusha you saw before were fake Kagemusha?"

"Dukad...he hid a lot of things from me."

Bruce clenched his fists, his teeth clashing with anger,

"Now that I think about it, the one I destroyed in Nepal was probably just a branch of Kagemusha. It was a disguise. I was deceived by him from beginning to end... As for that kind of attack method, I'm sorry, I haven't seen him either. cast, but I am certain that this kind of thing must be an absolute secret in the Shadow Warriors Alliance, and you don’t have to worry about encountering several such opponents at once."

"Then what trial is he talking about?"

Seb asked again. This question made Bruce silent for a moment. He finally sighed, "Dukad once said to me that he hoped that I could take over the power of Lars Al Ghul and carry forward the Shadow Warrior Alliance. , I thought that was an encouragement, but now it seems that that should be one of the ways he selects his successor."

Bruce turned back and looked at the black smoke rising in the sky. His eyes seemed deeper and more painful in the darkness.

"Seb, do you know? Ducard had already died in that resistance, but I rescued him. I thought I rescued a person who still had mercy, but I personally caused this... Everything, I wanted to protect this city, but I... pushed it into the abyss with my own hands..."

The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds,

"So, are you confessing to me? Man, first of all, I'm not a priest, and secondly, I have no feelings for this city. You've got the wrong person."

Seb threw the cigar in his hand to the ground and stamped it out. He held Kai in one hand and turned around, heading towards the waterfall. His somewhat indifferent voice sounded in the darkness,

"Wars will always happen. All we can do is accept it. If it makes you feel better, then I will say that it is not your fault, but I don't think you need such a weak thing. Think about Rachel, Think about the people you care about and the people you love, why waste time dwelling on things in the past?”

"Regret, that is the most useless thing in the world! Damn it, I need my armor, my knife, my weapon, some food, and finally a car. You have all these things, right? ?”

On the other side, in the orange pickup truck, a silver-white precision instrument with no cracks on the surface was placed in the carriage. Lars Al Ghul, also Ducard, sat in the carriage. In the carriage, his clothes were lifted up. Behind him, a soldier wearing a black combat uniform was using a pair of tweezers to move around Ducard's wound, and finally took out a bullet with blood and minced flesh. bullet.

During this process that would drive ordinary people crazy, Ducard remained silent. After the bullet was taken out, his face turned pale. Another soldier carefully took out a delicate wooden box from under the seat and opened it. Taking out a test tube-like water bottle from it, Ducard held it in his hand, gently twisted it open, and then poured the crystal liquid into his wound.

"Well…"

The ninja master clenched his fist tightly. At this moment, the steel-like leader let out a muffled groan, but the light in the carriage was not too bright. The hideous wound was covered by the liquid and was visible to the naked eye. Heals quickly.

This liquid is so amazing!

During this whole process, the five people in the carriage remained silent. They were like the coldest warriors, completely eliminating the influence of emotions on them.

This unremarkable-looking truck drove all the way through Gotham's already somewhat chaotic lanes. Its direction was obvious, which was the Narrow Island, a place where 80% of Gothamites didn't want to go. After confirming the news brought back by the assistant, the evacuation of civilians began at an unprecedented speed, but it did not go smoothly. The streets were crowded with cars heading out of the city, and everyone was honking their horns anxiously.

There was a lot of noise!

There were also ordinary people on foot, led by the Mounted Police to the refuge area. After realizing that a terrorist attack was about to happen and that the National Guard had begun marching towards Gotham, all people with identities poured in At the airport, dozens of planes left Gotham on this night.

But it doesn't matter, Ducard looked at the noise outside the window, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"The building is going to fall and they are all being kicked out of their homes... That's great, isn't it? If this city ends up being destroyed, I guess we have these people to thank for letting them drown in fear and then kill themselves. Carnage, this city will become the London of the new era, and the fire will be lit by our own hands."

He shook the cane in his hand with satisfaction. His wound had completely healed. A few minutes later, the orange-red minivan stopped outside the bridge leading to the narrow island. In front of it, more than a dozen vehicles Police cars formed a simple defense line, and further away, a large number of heavily armed police officers were sent to the interior of the narrow island in police cars to prevent possible riots.

These were almost all the policemen that Gordon could find. Even the mounted policemen who would not normally be dispatched were dispatched. They were fully armed on horseback, lined up in two rows, and headed towards the narrow island. During the violence, the role of the cavalry was much more useful than that of ordinary police. Obviously, Gordon had arranged for the worst case scenario.

This rare busyness made the sergeant a little tired. He sat in the command vehicle and turned his head to look behind him as if feeling something. Then he saw the orange pickup truck that turned around the corner and drove over. He felt a little I am confused. Now that everyone is moving away from the narrow island, why would anyone try to enter the narrow island?

"Chief! There are obstacles ahead and a large number of police officers. Do we need to force a breakthrough?"

The soldier driving the car turned to look at Ducard, who was sitting in the passenger seat. The old gentleman who had regained his previous elegance snorted contemptuously,

"Our soldiers are ready on the narrow island. The great war is about to begin... Where is the time to waste on these useless bodies? Turn on the launcher and let them be defeated by their own fear."

He gave the order, and the two soldiers immediately entered a series of complex passwords into the silver-white instrument. Two seconds later, the instrument's shell slowly opened outward with an electronic sound like a bird's chirping, revealing its rapid rotation. The body of the cylindrical emitter with blue light spots is invisible to the human eye, and powerful, scorching microwaves are emitted from the front of the instrument.

Theoretically, this instrument can even directly evaporate moisture from the human body, but it needs to be adjusted to the highest output. This prototype is equipped with a safety lock. The Kagemusha Alliance is not incapable of cracking it, but they can't use that fearful function now. Hundreds of thousands of tons Waters tainted with fear venom flow beneath their feet, something that will help them break the backbone of Gotham.

After all, how many ordinary people can fight against the deepest fears tumbling in their hearts?

At first, the microwave transmitter only made the steam in the thermal well on the ground slightly thicker. But the next moment Ducard ordered to increase the energy, all the thermal energy within a full 1500 meters around the minivan was centered on the small truck. At this moment, the wells were blown away by the wildly surging fog, like white steam columns rushing into the sky.

But the microwave transmitter was not enough to send these steam columns higher into the sky, so when they rose about 10 meters, they quickly dispersed in the form of mist. In just 5 seconds, the entire block was covered with this kind of fog. A mist mixed with special stuff enveloped the place.

This scene left Gordon stunned as he stepped off the command vehicle. He subconsciously grabbed the gas mask hanging behind him and fastened it on his face. However, not everyone has Gordon's awareness. Even in this level of water vapor, After being evaporated, the concentration of the fear gas has dropped to an extremely low level, but for ordinary people, the dual physical and psychological stimulation, the severely amplified senses, and the spasm of the circulatory system still make them almost It lost most of its combat effectiveness in an instant.

At first, their bodies just started to tremble, and some weak people fell down holding their necks. This situation aggravated the psychological stimulation of others. In the distorted world, everything around them became frightened, and some people raised their fists. He yelled and hit the people around him, and then more people started to fight back. Finally, with the first gunshot, the situation was completely out of control.

"Get away! Stay away from me! You ugly monster!"

"Devil, devil!"

"Ahhh! Kill you! Kill you!"

"Bang! Bang!"

The smell of blood became more and more pungent in the chaos. Gordon wanted to stop it all, but he had no choice... He could only watch the policemen he brought with him scream madly and shoot bullets into the bodies of his companions. The scary thing is that after the fog dispersed, the surrounding people who were led to the shelter also showed signs of chaos.

Gordon rushed out with a pistol in hand. He stood in front of the truck with his trembling body. He raised the pistol with both hands and kept pulling the trigger against the black windshield, like a mantis blocking the front of the advancing train. .

"Bump past!"

Ducard looked indifferently at Gordon in front of him. He wore a special mask that covered his mouth and nose, and gave the order coldly. The modified truck roared and arbitrarily smashed through the defense line composed of police cars. Gordon looked at the truck that was getting closer and closer, watching the bullets bursting out sparks on the surface of the truck. For a moment, he even felt that being hit to death was a good ending.

But in the end, the faces of his wife and daughter flashed in his mind, and Gordon jumped out to avoid the arrogant collision of the truck. At that moment, he saw Ducard's disdainful expression, and the leader raised his head Fingers lightly stroked his neck.

An extremely arrogant throat-slitting ceremony.

Gordon clenched his fists and looked at the truck that was strutting along the bridge towards the narrow island. After the moist mist was opened, what remained were two tracks covered with blood and minced meat.

This has become the place where chaos first appeared, and this has become the place where the door to hell opens.

He slammed it on the ground twice, and finally picked up the intercom as if he was weak. A moment later, his desperate voice sounded in the ears of Bruce and Seb,

"It's over...we couldn't stop them...chaos has begun."

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