The trajectory of the world king in the United States

Gotham, in the early morning, the first ray of sunshine pierced the darkness, as if everything from last night was buried in the warm sunshine, but only those who have experienced that night know that nothing can go back.

Bruce stood at the highest point of Wayne Tower. In this alternating darkness and dawn, he stood there alone, looking at the sea in the distance. The red light dyed the sea of ​​Gotham red like a burning door, and the entire The half-asleep city only made him feel indescribable loneliness.

He became a hero again... He saved 45 children and women before the explosion, but he lost a comrade. He once thought he was an opponent, but after knowing that he and the clown died together, Bruce really knew that maybe that The two people who died in the explosion were the two people who understood him best in the city.

No more, no matter whether it is a friend or an opponent, there is no more.

In the early morning, when the wind was still a little dim, he reached out and took off his bat helmet, looking at everything in front of him with the most realistic attitude. The clown was dead, the red devil died with him, and the gangs in this city had been completely wiped out. , Batman…

"Let him be history."

He stretched out his hand and flicked it lightly, and the visor flew far away in the air, and the trumpet detonator placed on it was activated.

"boom"

A group of fireworks appeared in the sky over Gotham. After the fire, dawn arrived, and Bruce had already turned around and left.

"Our city has suffered terrible threats. Even I myself was almost killed by the evil conspiracy. We have suffered too many losses."

In Gotham Central Plaza, Mayor Nestor stood on the podium. In front of him, all the celebrities in Gotham, and more and more citizens stood there, mourning those who died in the past month. .

"Our city has also suffered a threat to conscience and morality!"

Mayor Nestor raised his left hand, "When the dark storm set off by the clown is raging, the safety of all of us is put in the most cruel danger. That madman is trying to prove that everyone is as weak as him, and everyone's They are as ugly as he is at heart, and when he hands innocent citizens and criminals detonators to each other, he challenges the order of Gotham."

"But I know we won't be defeated so easily!"

The mayor closed his hands, waved his fist in the air three times, and his voice became sonorous, "I know that the bright fire of society will not be extinguished so easily!"

"Our citizens held on to the last bottom line of morality. We did not kill others to win our survival. We persisted until after midnight. This is not only a victory for Gotham, but also Ming's most glorious victory over chaos. .”

"We used practical actions to prove to the Joker that Gotham will not be defeated so easily!"

Everyone cheered, and the celebrities did not hesitate to applaud at this moment, because this is what actually happened. The two detonators were not pressed until midnight. The citizens of Gotham, even the criminals, stood firm. Stay at the bottom line.

In the modern world, this itself can be regarded as a piece of legend.

But the mayor's speech was not over yet. He took a deep breath and whispered,

"But we can't ignore that in this war started by the Joker, we have also lost a lot, not only those heroic police detectives who are not afraid of the evil of the Joker, but also the real light of Gotham for many years. The knight, he brought us hope and the rule of law, but in the end he failed to escape the clutches of the clown."

"There is also a hero who has been dedicated to fighting crime in the past year. He is like a knight in the darkness of Gotham, protecting our city at night. When we are afraid of clowns, he stands bravely. Even when we chose to retreat out of fear, he still did not admit defeat."

"Harvey Dent and Batman...the former fought back the Joker's persecution of innocent people, and the latter died with the Joker in the flames. We cannot forget everything they have done for us, and we cannot forget everything we have paid for our current life. .”

Mayor Nestor's left hand grasped the black cloth covering the sculpture behind him. He gently pulled it down, and a sculpture appeared in the central square.

That is a sculpture of Harvey Dent and Batman fighting the Joker together. The three characters are all portrayed lifelike, truly like the confrontation between justice and evil. The most important thing is that in the official publicity, these three people All are dead.

"Gotham will never forget that dark day."

Naturally no one would object to erecting a monument to the fallen heroes, not to mention that these three people are all people who have a great influence on Gotham.

And outside the central square, on a chair outside the crowd, a neatly groomed man in a black suit was sitting there reading a newspaper. The local newspapers in Gotham were all about this "battle between good and evil." Although the narrations and comments about "War" were all the same, this man still watched them with gusto.

He was holding a large glass of watermelon juice in his hand, reading the newspaper and drinking the drink through a straw, contentedly.

Next to him, there sat a woman wearing a black dress and a hat. She had long wine-red hair that was slightly rolled up. From the edge of the hat, you could see her delicate chin and plump lips. She must be a beautiful woman. Even though she was sitting there, she attracted the attention of many men passing by.

"It's ironic."

She played with something in her hand and said, "These people are gathered here, excited by the nonsense of a person who knows nothing. Look at their expressions. They really believe what the mayor said." Fairy tale?"

She snorted disdainfully,

"I was on the Flyer at the time. The result of their vote was 174:35, and more than 20 people abstained. If we hadn't defused the bomb, they would have blown those prisoners to pieces, and they would still have the dignity to be here. Announce that you stick to Ming’s bottom line?”

"Batman left the decisive battlefield early, and the Red Devil and the Joker died together, but look, they didn't even mention a single word about Cyber ​​Hawk... because he shot a greedy bastard in front of everyone. This is their fairness, this is their "humanity"."

"It's ironic."

"Natasha, this is politics, this is our society."

Colson finished the watermelon juice and slowly folded the newspaper in his hand. He reached out and took off the black sunglasses from his chest and put them on his face. He looked at the sculpture and whispered,

"A high-sounding title can always be liked by everyone, but not everyone can accept the cruel truth. For most people, the judgment of good and evil is simple to the extreme. What is good to them is good, and no one will like the game. Uncle, because he has his own view of good and evil, and it’s different from most people, and our director doesn’t like him either, right?”

"Who would Fury like?"

Natasha smiled softly, "He wishes all the mutants in the world would die, but I am really interested in this Cyber ​​Hawk. It is said that he has an unusual relationship with May?"

"Do not make jokes."

Colson straightened his clothes, stood up, and threw the watermelon juice cup into the trash can, "He's just May's friend."

"Mei actually has friends?"

Natasha asked pretending to be surprised, which resulted in Coulson's counterattack.

"If she heard what you said, she might beat you up. I won't stop her, and I can't stop her. The matter has been resolved. It's time for me to return to the headquarters. What about you?"

"I'm going to go east soon."

Natasha stood up and stretched. Her graceful curves made the men around her pay attention again. The woman stretched out her hand to help Colson tidy up his shirt. She asked in a low voice,

"Weapon x is over?"

"No, but our regulatory time is over."

A look of helplessness appeared on Coulson's face, "I really don't know why Fury agreed to Stryker conduct this kind of experiment. Once the mutants find out, whether it's Professor Charles or the radical Magneto, something big will happen." , but Stryker is an extreme anti-mutant, and it’s like hell on earth.”

Natasha nodded and didn't ask any more questions. She took a few steps forward and suddenly remembered something. She turned to Colson and said,

"There is news about the person you have been following. In the Arctic Ocean, someone found some of his belongings. Fury is likely to send someone there in the near future."

"what?"

Colson's footsteps walking in the other direction stopped in place, and his voice was mixed with a touch of surprise.

"really?"

Natasha chuckled lightly, did not answer, waved her hand back, twisted her cat's steps, and left the square. The mayor's speech had also ended, and the venue that had been a lively venue just now also left within a few minutes. It's a clean place. It's here to mourn the dead, but they still have to live their own lives.

How can a dead person be as important as his own life?

Gotham Pier District, Pier 14, this abandoned pier, a young man in casual clothes is sitting on the edge of the pier fault. This was once the place where the Devil's gang dealt with drug dealers. It is simply feared in Gotham. Now the devil is The gang left Gotham, a place where many people died, and no one wanted to come. Among the dock workers, there were even rumors that this place was haunted.

Robin raised his head and looked at the sea in the distance with some confusion. There, a cargo ship with the Canadian maple leaf flag was slowly leaving the shore. Robin held his police badge in his hand. He also reported the news of Seber's disappearance. He didn't dare to tell his father, but he couldn't escape it in the end. In Gotham, he was the only one left in the Christian family.

Seb is gone...Robin once thought that his relationship with this guy was not that deep, but after truly realizing that Seb was probably gone from his life, Robin still shed tears for him, and he didn't even want to Going back to the villa.

"Is being a good police officer really that important?"

He closed his eyes, and what sounded in his mind were the words his father once asked him. He didn't know how to answer it then, and he didn't know how to answer it now.

Ten minutes later, Robin stood up. He took a deep breath, wiped the police badge in front of his eyes, then raised it high and threw it away.

Is his dream dead?

No... He just wanted to use another way to realize his dream. How could he watch his brother return to his original appearance after having sacrificed his life for everything?

"Dudu... Mr. Lucius? I want to order a set of special items... You should have the drawings there, yes, red ghost."

Robin turned around, never smoked, and strode away with a lit cigarette in his mouth. Behind him, the cargo ship had sailed into the sea.

In the lowest cabin of the cargo ship, a small black container was extremely conspicuous. Two capable soldiers were guarding the container with guns. Not far in front of them, a man wearing a suit and tie The young man walked down. Without even looking at the two soldiers with guns, he took out the key, opened the container, and walked in.

Under its dim light, a coffin-shaped container was placed in the center of the container. The guy in a suit and leather shoes stood outside the container, stretched out his fingers, and tapped the surface of the container little by little.

"Hey, Seb Hawke...you're still in my hands...I've been waiting for too long."

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