"You are willing to be deceived by an idiot instead of focusing on what is truly important. Gotham will be destroyed by you! B * stards! "
If it was just this sentence alone, Inspector Laubert would definitely be one of the people who touched Gotham. But the reality was that he and his unreasonable arrogance were affecting the progress of what was truly important, so he was eventually 'asked' to leave.
"Laubert is not such a stubborn person." Alfred said in a low voice. "It's just that Falconi's death has put his position in jeopardy. He urgently needs to do something to maintain his current position, that's all."
"Oh, oh, oh! Listen to what you're saying, old man. "
Saber said exaggeratedly. "So, for the sake of that fatty's position, the whole city, including all of you, is planning to have your hands tied and your heads chopped off?"
He placed both his hands on the table and his head on his palms. He looked at the people in front of him and said, "I'm actually very suspicious. How did such a person become the inspector of the police station? Doesn't such a position require a righteous and capable person? For example, Inspector Jim Gordon. I think he's a good candidate. Mr. Nestor, what do you think? "
"Ahem."
Gordon obviously knew who the person behind the mask was, but he was really embarrassed by such a 'recommendation'. He coughed lightly and was about to say something when he was interrupted by the mayor's assistant. The young and capable Nestor said straightforwardly, "That's a problem.
"That's an unsolved problem. We can talk about it later. Now, let's talk about you, Mr. Mystery Man. Although I don't recognize the symbol, according to Major Thomas, your information is trustworthy. Let's get to the point. Who are they? Why are they attacking Gotham? And how are they planning to attack Gotham? "
Saber turned his head to look at Alfred, who nodded at him.
"Let me introduce them. After receiving Mr. Mysterious Man's warning, the Wayne family spent a lot of effort to collect information about them. That organization is called the League of Shadow Warriors. Yes, it sounds silly, but it really exists, and the history of its existence is far beyond our imagination. The Great Fire of London in 1666 was caused by them, including the several tragic massacres in Europe after the beginning of the modern era. They are all related to them."
Alfred's words were clear. In just a few sentences, he had exaggerated the terror of the Alliance of Shadow Warriors. He then emphasized his words to attract everyone's attention.
"As for why they are targeting Gotham, unfortunately, we don't know the exact reason. However, according to their internal situation, this is very likely an operation related to evil beliefs. You can see them as armed cultists who fight without any regard for their own safety. Most importantly, they have undergone strict training and are harder to deal with than normal soldiers. They have strong execution ability, which is why I asked Battier for help!"
Alfred looked at Nestor, his face full of white hair showing a hint of seriousness.
"Before the National Guard arrives, we can't place all our hopes on the Gotham Police Station. I believe Mr. Gordon has the same opinion!"
The two of them nodded slowly. The Gotham Police Station could no longer be described as' bad '. Major Thomas was a soldier, so he was more concerned about the other side. After Alfred finished speaking, he knocked on the table and asked in a low voice.
"Then, what about their possible organization and attack mode?"
"They can send out 300-500 people."
Alfred said thoughtfully. He understood this number from his young master. The Alliance of Shadow Warriors was a huge organization. Such an armed force could even be called an army.
"As for their attack mode, we have confirmed that they have seized an instrument in the Atlantic Ocean that was to be sent to the Nevada Desert for military experiments. It was designed by Wayne Industries for the US Army's Desert Battle Plan. That instrument can quickly evaporate all liquid within a five-block area."
"It doesn't sound very threatening. Can it evaporate the water in a human body?"
Major Thomas asked with a frown. Alfred replied in a low voice, "Yes! But I don't think they will use it to evaporate anyone's blood. "
Everyone's expression was a little doubtful. Lucius, who was leaning against the door, raised a finger.
"Mr. Major, what if the evaporated water contains a mental toxin?"
Bang!
Thomas instantly stood up from his chair. He placed both his hands on the table and looked at Lucius and Alfred with a serious expression. "Are you sure?"
They did not answer, but their expressions said it all. The major turned his gaze to Nestor and Gordon. From their sour expressions, the major already knew the answer to his question. Yes, Nestor and Gordon immediately thought of the poisoning incident at Arkham Asylum on Narrow Island a few days ago.
"I will immediately contact the National Guard Command!"
The major left his seat and hesitated. "But forgive me for being blunt, but the National Guard Command nearest to Gotham will take three hours to reach here. Including the time needed to communicate and report, it will most likely take more than four hours. Is that enough time?"
"Of course … Not enough!"
Saber stood up and stretched his shoulders. "Guys, don't be delusional. They are already here! My assistant was attacked by them on Narrow Island. Yes, they are already beside your house. They will probably raise their knives and cut your necks in the next moment. "
"I will immediately return to the city hall and suggest to the mayor that we evacuate the citizens."
Nestor was a real man of action. He stood up and held the coat in his hand. Gordon also stood up. "I … Sigh … I can gather the officers, mounted police, and heavy-armored police who are still willing to move, but I don't know where to bring them."
"To Narrow Island!"
Lucius, who had been standing at the door, took out a monitor from his pocket. It was a bird 's-eye view of Gotham. A red circle was clearly displayed on the map, surrounding the center of Gotham.
"This is the only means of transportation that can cover the entire city center in the shortest amount of time. If I were one of those Shadow Warriors, I would place the device on top of it. They only need to walk around it once, and in thirty minutes, forty percent of Gotham City will be covered in the gas of fear that has risen into the air. The central hub of the city's water system is right below Wayne Building. That is the destination. Once they reach there, the water system of the whole city will be finished, and that will be the beginning of the second wave of chaos."
Lucius glanced at the crowd and whispered, "Yes, I'm talking about the skytrain. Its starting point is at Narrows Island. They don't want destruction. Everyone, they want chaos! So this is the most likely path they will choose. "
"Understood!"
Gordon nodded. Under the black-rimmed glasses was a pair of determined eyes. "I will do my best to guard the path to Narrow Island. I will not let them pass so easily!"
"Very well, then let's move, everyone!"
Alfred clenched his fist. "Time is no longer on our side. Let's seize every minute and second."
Everyone left. Saber did not take off his black mask. He spoke in a low, muffled voice.
"I told you the news last night, and you only started moving tonight. Old man Afo, your efficiency is too low!"
"You can't blame Afo and Saber for this."
Lucius sat beside him tiredly. He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and rubbed his eyes.
"Falconi corrupted the entire city's Conquest Department into a sieve. We have to spend a long time to distinguish who is a friend and who is a foe. Do you really think that the Shadow Warriors did not plant their own people in Gotham City Hall? Haven't you ever wondered why Klein only took two years to become the most famous doctor in the city? "
"Oh my god, I feel more and more like I'm on a sinking ship."
Saber complained maliciously. "Maybe if I join the Shadow Warriors' camp now, I might be able to stay alive. With such teammates, can we really win? Look outside, they are still brightly lit and ready to party until dawn! "
"This is not their war."
Battier, who had not spoken all this while, was wearing only a training vest on this late autumn night. He was a hale and hearty old man in his fifties. "Afo never expected them to help. Mr. Mystery Man, did you not ask how many mercenaries Old Afo found?"
"Hmm?"
Saber was instantly interested. He turned his head to look at Alfred, who was sitting and resting. The latter noticed Saber's gaze and waved three fingers in front of Saber's eyes.
"300 people, the best we can hire!"
"Ha!"
Saber stood up abruptly. He finally heard a piece of good news. "I take back what I said just now. I finally found a trustworthy teammate. Alfred, if we win, you will be the biggest contributor … Wait, who are those people?"
Afo looked out of the window following Saber's finger. There, an orange pickup truck that looked like his father's old pickup truck was parked in front of Wayne Castle. An old gentleman in a black suit with a cane in his hand walked out of the truck. There were five or six other people in different outfits. They strolled into the castle and seemed to be stopped, but soon, the security guards at the door let them in.
"I'm not familiar with Gotham's high society. Old Afo, have you seen them before?"
Saber turned his head to look at the old butler. The latter's expression turned sour and he shook his head.
"Something's not right! Battier, tell your men to get ready! "
The mercenary leader grabbed his baseball cap from the table, put it on his head, and strode out. Saber took out his phone and dialed Kevin's number. After a minute, the call became smooth. Then, Saber heard the girl's voice and Kevin's heavy breathing.
"Wh … What's the matter? I'm very busy … "
The voice almost immediately attracted the attention of Afo and Lucius. Looking at the two old men's strange gazes, Saber's face under the mask became awkward. Fortunately, the mask was not taken off.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his desire to roar, and said coldly in a low voice, "Get the car.
"Go get the car and get the stuff. Kevin, here's your chance!"
"… Okay!"
There was a commotion on the other side of the phone. After a few seconds, Kevin's voice came again.
"Leader, I'll be right there!"
On the other side, Bruce Wayne, who was standing in the hall and chatting with those people whose names he couldn't even remember, felt waves of irritation after irritation. When the war was about to begin, he still had to divert his attention to deal with these troublesome people, which made him feel helpless.
However, due to his other identity, he was destined to be unable to join the small meeting that was being held. He could only stay here and play his role as a playboy. Life was already troublesome enough. If there was another identity that needed to be hidden, then life would be really boring.
Bruce drank the sweet wine in his hand and put it aside. Then, the maid's sweet voice sounded behind him.
"Young Master Wayne, there's an unscheduled visitor here. He says he's an old friend of yours."
"Oh?"
Wayne relaxed his shoulders and turned around. "My friend is very …"
He saw the tall man looking at him with a cold face. His beard was trimmed to look like a tiger's beard. It was grayish-white and spread to the side of his mouth. Bruce could not finish his sentence, and the maid with a great figure was still introducing him.
"He said his name is Lars …"
"Lars Al Ghul."
Bruce put his left hand on the maid's shoulder that he had never seen before and said in a low voice, "You can leave now. Let Afo prepare to 'receive the guest'."
The maid gave Wayne a flirtatious look, but Wayne did not notice her. Instead, his eyes were locked on the silent tall man in front of him. So, the maid could only turn around and leave helplessly.
"No! You're not him! You're not Lars Al Ghul! I'll kill him with my own hands! "
Bruce stared at the tall man and said in a low voice. The next moment, another familiar voice sounded behind him.
"But isn't Lars Al Ghul immortal? “
"Isn't his will beyond the realm of reality?"
When Bruce Wayne heard this voice, his whole body trembled as if he was struck by lightning. He gritted his teeth and looked at the familiar and respectful figure behind him.
"Of course. Even the famous Son of Gotham who goes out in the middle of the night to serve justice has a double identity. You wouldn't complain about the double identity of an old friend, would you?"
"Ducard! It's you!! "
The old gentleman put down the cane in his hand and leaned it in front of him. His hawk-like eyes were fixed on Bruce. His mustache was grayish and separated to two sides. It spread to the side of his mouth and was trimmed like a real tiger's beard. It made him look like a very dignified person.
"Call me Lars Al Ghul. Bruce Wayne, my best disciple! Are you happy to see me? "
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