Many things will happen even if we don't want them to. According to Murphy's Law, as long as there is a tendency for something to go wrong, it will definitely go wrong.
Therefore, a truly wise person would begin to prepare for the worst possible situation as soon as they realized that there was a problem.
A few days ago, after the Arkham fire, the number of police officers stationed at the Narrow Island increased. Even though after the incident, no one would pay attention to this isolated island anymore, at least for now, there was still some work to be done on the surface.
Even though the yawning police officers did not give the people of the Narrow Island a sense of security.
Falconi's dark empire had collapsed. In the dark corners that no one knew about, the division of this chaotic land was ongoing. One after another, small gangs rose up and either actively or passively got involved in this war. They were like a swarm of blood-sucking locusts, reveling in Falconi's corpse.
Most of the gangs did not last more than 3 days before they were stabbed in the back by their collaborators. Therefore, the strong grew stronger while the weak grew weaker. However, there were some lucky ones. At the edge of the Narrow Island, a small gang managed to recruit a strange person. Under his imaginative and dark schemes, they won one unimaginable victory after another.
If there were no accidents, a new big gang would appear in a month's time. However, just like in all stories, accidents were bound to happen.
Inside the house that was just one step away from Arkham Asylum, Gu Jun could still smell the burnt smell. The asylum was now history. Even though the fire was eventually extinguished, it had burned down two floors of the asylum, so the place was no longer habitable.
Therefore, the culprits and madmen who were rescued were temporarily locked up at the police station that was not far from the asylum. The place was overcrowded, and no one was willing to interact with these people. However, there was no other choice. Before Gotham Prison was ready to accept them, these people would have to stay there for a long time.
Even though it was daytime, the room that was not facing the sun was still dim. Especially since the people in the room had drawn the heavy curtains, there was only one dim light. In the empty room, there was a black body bag. Beside it, there were four people in different outfits, but they looked unusually strong.
Among them, one of them was even wearing a police uniform.
A few minutes later, the door to the room was opened. A well-dressed man in a black suit walked into the room with a black cane in his hand. Everyone straightened their bodies at this moment. Obviously, the person who came in was their leader.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, but when he turned, he gave off a trustworthy vibe. His hair was white, which showed that he was not young anymore. The most eye-catching thing was his beard. It was not a normal beard but a special kind of beard. It extended to the sides of his mouth and down to his chin. It looked like a tiger's whiskers.
The same kind of white hair matched his vigorous footsteps. The cane that he swung casually was like a sheathed sword in his hand. It was unusually sharp. In other words, this man who was dressed like an old gentleman looked like an unsheathed blade.
"He's here?"
He glanced at the layout of the room, and his eyes paused on a few points for a moment. Then, he turned his head to look under his clothes. A guy in a worker's uniform walked forward without saying a word. He opened the body bag, and an unbearable smell rushed out. It was a body that had been in the morgue for three days. The smell was self-evident.
The old gentleman took out a handkerchief from his pocket and covered his nose. He took a few steps forward and looked at the relatively well-preserved body. He waved his hand, and the subordinate closed the chain of the body bag again. The old gentleman casually threw the handkerchief into the trash can and sighed.
"Klein, a friend with a bright future. He died in this fallen city because of a goal that should have been achieved long ago. Look out the window."
He walked forward and pulled the heavy curtain back. Outside the window was the dirty streets of the Narrow Island and the idlers who wandered the streets with nothing to do. From this angle, he could clearly see the skyscrapers in the middle of Gotham City. They were shining brilliantly. Comparing the two, it was like comparing two different eras that existed in the same place.
"Look here."
The old gentleman's gaze stopped in front of the window. His eyes were unfocused. What he saw was something deeper. "Smell the air here. It's depraved and rotten. It's like a rotten cyst on the body of a civilization. Its existence is a blasphemy to the great civilization itself."
"The people here have forgotten the hardships of their ancestors. They have forgotten the responsibility and mission that they were born with. They are just living a mediocre life. Every day, they are wasting their time and lives. This is the devil's den in the human world. It reminds me of London that was burned to the ground and Jerusalem in the past."
He turned around and looked at the four people in front of him with clear eyes. His gaze fell on them. They were the most outstanding warriors in the organization. There was a sense of hardship on them. This was normal. Only by enduring loneliness could one obtain unimaginable power.
"We will fulfill our promise. The oath that we made when we joined this great organization. This time … no one can stop us!"
"Go, warriors. Gather our companions. Destruction will come tonight!"
There were no hoarse shouts, no excited roars. These true warriors would never put their existence into words. They had trained for a long time just for this great moment. They had been looking forward to it for a long time.
Money was a better motivator than words. However, when it came to money, soldiers armed with faith were almost invincible. No one could destroy them!
They turned around and left. Only the old gentleman and a corpse were left in the room.
No … there was a third person.
"Thalia, are you still there?"
The old gentleman sat on the sofa and said to the empty air. "Did you follow me to this city that must be destroyed?"
Crack.
On the ceiling of the room, a piece of plasterboard was removed. A graceful figure fell from it and stood steadily in front of the old gentleman. She crossed her arms and looked at the old man sitting there coldly. She had long chestnut-colored hair. Her graceful body always made people wonder what kind of face she had.
However, her face was completely covered by a black mask. She carried a black straight blade on her back and two black pistols on her waist belt.
"Of course I will come. I just want to see you die here with my own eyes. I want to see your best disciple kill you with his own hands!"
"Are you talking about Wayne?"
The old gentleman smiled and leaned the cane in his hand on the ground. There was no lust in his eyes when he looked at the woman in front of him. There was only a kind of calmness and a touch of deeply hidden love. "Wayne once had the best chance to end my life, but he didn't. I don't think this is the benefit of my disguise. I can only say that Wayne has the skills of a warrior, but he doesn't have the heart of a warrior.
"Peace will wear away strength. Victory will frustrate the will. He thinks of himself as the guardian of this city. He uses the power I gave him to do those meaningless things. He is trying to save it, but he doesn't know that this city is hopeless!
"He is still the same as when I first met him. He is stubborn and determined, but there is also a kind of indescribable cowardice and stupidity. He always thinks that he can change everything, but he ignores one thing. He is just a mortal. Just like you and me, he is doing something that is destined to be impossible."
The woman in the armor did not answer the old gentleman's evaluation. She laughed coldly and waved her hand casually. An object with a whistling sound pierced through the air toward the old gentleman who was close to her. However, he just waved his hand lightly and caught the cold object in his hand. He held it in front of his eyes.
It was a small dart with two blades. It was polished into the shape of a bat with wings. On the other side, there were two letters, B.M.
The old gentleman looked at the handicraft and the killing weapon in his hand and sighed with emotion.
"Tsk, tsk. How great would it be if Wayne's heart could be like yours? He would be the best and most outstanding Shadow Dancer in the past hundred years. But look at him now. Is he using this kind of toy to satisfy his boring desire to be a hero? How pitiful … "
"This was found on 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 underestimated your enemy! This will make you die here! "
"Hmm?"
The old gentleman frowned. The sharp bat dart jumped between his fingers rapidly like magic. In the end, he shook his head.
"It's not him!"
"Hmm?"
"It's not him who killed him! Wayne is holding on to the defense line in his heart. I can feel it … "
The old man raised his head. His eyes were cold. "Someone is trying to interfere with our vision. It's that legendary" Red Devil "! Thalia, I don't want you to be involved in the battle between Wayne and me. But since you are already here, there is no need to hide your sharp sword … Go, find him! Kill him! "
The woman did not respond. She just nodded and turned to walk into the darkness. The moment she was about to disappear, the old gentleman opened his mouth.
"Thalia …"
The woman turned around and asked impatiently.
"What else? Old man. "
"You … be careful …"
"Hmph, you should worry about yourself. I didn't come all the way here to collect your corpse!"
"Hehe, the destruction itself is a change of power. I've lived for a long time, and death is not so scary to me. If Wayne dies, it means that he's just so-so, and the future of the Shadow Warrior is still yours. If I die … it means that Wayne has really taken that step, and he's qualified to inherit everything of the Shadow Warrior. Thalia, if you work together with him, you'll eventually bring the glorious Shadow Warrior to greater heights … He's a trustworthy person!"
The old gentleman flicked his finger lightly. The bat dart whizzed toward Thalia's back. The young woman's figure flashed and she caught the dart with her fingers. She did not answer. Instead, she strode into the darkness before her.
"I … never work together with anyone! I will bring back the Red Devil's head to prove my ability! "
"Sigh, that's what I'm worried about … That is not a guy that can be easily dealt with."
A few minutes after the woman left, the old gentleman stood up. He patted the non-existent dust off his body and looked in the direction the woman disappeared. "But I still wish you good luck, my daughter."
The moment he turned his head, all of his weak expression was swept away. His gaze once again became awe-inspiring and sharp, like a long knife.
At this moment, he had turned back into the steel-like leader, the steel-like destroyer.
Lars Al Ghul. A cold name. A name that had once plunged many countries into darkness. A name that was mortal but beyond mortal existence.
Tremble, Gotham. He is here!
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