"Creak …"
The old, battered, and burned pickup truck that looked like it had just walked out of a battlefield stopped in the depths of the forest in front of Wayne Manor. If not for Bruce's guidance, Saber would not have been able to find this place alone in the quiet night.
Wayne Manor was located on the outskirts of Gotham. This place was even more exaggerated. It was located at the edge of Gotham. A few kilometers away was the state highway that led to other cities. This was the area of the Wayne family. Ordinary people could not enter at all. Even if they were lucky enough to enter, they would not be lucky enough to find this place surrounded by trees and mountain walls before they were discovered.
Saber opened the door. Perhaps he used too much force, but the door fell to the ground with a clang. Saber scratched his head speechlessly. This car was completely unusable. He hoped that when his father came back, he would not bring the old Haruta that was said to have participated in World War II and had almost flattened rifling.
He took a deep breath. In this quiet darkness, in this forest, there was a strange sound that echoed from time to time. It should be the sound of small animals living in the lush forest that were startled. Saber looked into the distance and could even see the black smoke that rose 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 crack in the mountain. It was dark, and against the background of the surrounding silence, it seemed to be a passage to hell.
Anyway, a normal person would never choose to enter at this time.
Bruce, Alfred, and Lucius also came down from the pickup truck. Saber lit a cigar and turned his head to look at the three people behind him.
"This is the Bat Nest? What a wonderful hiding place! You guys really know how to hide things. "
There were still a few scratches on Bruce's face. This playboy was in a terrible mood. He didn't want to say a word, but since Saber had saved his life for the second time, he closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he nodded.
"From here, we can reach the bottom of Wayne Castle. There are only two entrances to that place. Come with me, Afo. Find some ropes. Otherwise, it will be very difficult for us to get in. The water there is very deep."
After Alfred and Lucius moved a little further away, Bruce approached Saber and lowered his voice.
"Thank you, Saber. You didn't have to do that."
The latter didn't even turn around. He waved his hand and bent down to carry the unconscious Kevin out of the car.
"That's hiring, isn't it? You are my boss. I should do something for you. But Bruce, in this situation, do you still want to stop me? "
Bruce knew what Saber meant. A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but in the end, that hesitation turned into determination. He nodded and put his left hand on Saber's shoulder.
"Go ahead and protect this city with me!"
"No, no, no, I won't protect it!"
Saber turned his head and bared his teeth at Bruce. "I'm just fulfilling the employment agreement. Protecting it is your job. Come, while there's still time, let's talk about Ducard. That shadow-like movement, is it a special ability or some kind of special skill?"
Saber stuffed the cigar back into his mouth with one hand, took a deep puff, and then let the smoke out of his nostrils.
"Why do I feel that the Shadow Warriors I saw are not the same as what Afo said … Could it be that the ones you saw before were fake Shadow Warriors?"
"Ducard … he hid a lot of things from me."
Bruce clenched his fists. His teeth were also chattering because of anger.
"Now that I think about it, the one I destroyed in Nepal was probably just a branch of the Shadow Warriors. That was a disguise. I was fooled by him from the beginning to the end … As for that attack method, I'm sorry. I've never seen him use it, but I'm sure that it must be an absolute secret of the Shadow Warriors. You don't have to worry about encountering several such opponents at the same time."
"Then what's the trial he mentioned?"
Saber asked again. This question made Bruce fall silent for a moment. He finally sighed. "Ducard once told me that he hoped that I could take over the power of Lars Al Ghul and bring the Shadow Warriors to greater heights. I used to think that it was a kind of encouragement, but now it seems that it was one of the ways he chose his successor."
Bruce turned his head and looked at the black smoke rising in the sky. His eyes looked deeper and more painful in the darkness.
"Saber, do you know? Ducard had died in that rebellion, but I saved him. I thought I had saved a man who still had compassion in his heart, but I caused all this with my own hands. 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? Buddy, first of all, I'm not a priest. Second, I have no feelings for this city. You've got the wrong person. "
Saber threw the cigar in his hand on the ground and stamped it out. He carried Kevin with one hand and turned around to walk towards the waterfall. His slightly cold voice sounded in the darkness.
"War will always happen. All we can do is accept it. If this makes you feel better, then I'll say that it's 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 love. Do you still want to waste time on the past?"
"Regret is the most useless thing in the world! Hell, I need my armor, my sword, my weapons, and some food. Finally, I need a car. You have all these things, don't you? "
On the other side, in the orange minivan, a silver-white, seemingly flawless precision instrument was placed in the compartment. Lars El Gul, also known as Ducard, was sitting in the compartment. His clothes were lifted up. Behind him, a soldier in a black combat suit was moving around in Ducard's wound with a pair of tweezers. Finally, a bullet with blood and minced flesh was clipped out.
During this process, which was enough to drive an ordinary person crazy, Ducard did not say a word. After the bullet was removed, his face turned pale. Another soldier carefully took out an exquisite wooden box from under the seat. He opened it and took out a test-tube like water bottle. Ducard held it in his hand, twisted it gently, and poured the crystal-clear liquid on his wound.
"Ugh …"
Ninja Master clenched his fist tightly. At this moment, this steel-like leader let out a muffled groan. However, under the dim light in the compartment, the hideous wound was covered by the liquid and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This liquid was so magical!
During this entire process, the five people in the compartment did not say a word. They were like the coldest soldiers, completely ignoring the influence of emotions on them.
This ordinary-looking minivan continued to move along the chaotic roads in Gotham. Its direction was obvious, which was the Narrow Island, the place 80% of Gotham citizens were unwilling to go to. After the mayor confirmed the news brought back by his assistant, he started evacuating the civilians at an unprecedented speed. However, it did not go smoothly. The streets were jammed with cars heading out of the city. Everyone was anxiously honking their horns.
It was a mess!
There were also ordinary people who were on foot and were led by the mounted police to the shelter. When they realized that a terrorist attack was about to happen and the National Guard had begun to move towards Gotham, everyone with status rushed to the airport. On this night, dozens of planes took off from Gotham.
However, it did not matter. Ducard looked at the chaos outside the window and a smile appeared on his face.
"The city is about to collapse, and they are all chased out of their homes … This is great, isn't it? If this city is destroyed in the end, I think we have to thank these upper-class people. Let them drown in fear and kill each other. This city will become the London of the new era. The fire will be ignited by our own hands. "
He swung the cane in his hand in satisfaction. His wound had completely healed. A few minutes later, the orange-red pickup truck stopped outside the bridge that led to the island. In front of it, a dozen police cars formed a simple line of defense. Further away, a large number of heavy-duty police officers sat in police cars and were sent to the inner part of the island to maintain order in case of a possible riot.
These were almost all the police Gordon could find. Even the mounted police who would not normally be mobilized were sent out. They were fully armed and mounted on horses. They formed two rows and advanced towards the Narrow Island. In a riot suppression operation, the mounted police played a much more useful role than the ordinary police. Obviously, Gordon had arranged for the worst case scenario.
The rare busyness exhausted the sheriff. He sat in the command vehicle and turned his head to look behind him as if sensing something. He saw the orange pickup truck coming from the corner of the street. He was puzzled. Everyone was moving out of the narrow island, so why would someone try to enter the narrow island?
"Leader! There are obstacles in front. A large number of police officers. Do we need to force our way through? "
The warrior who was driving turned his head to look at Ducard who was sitting in the passenger seat. The old gentleman who had regained his elegance snorted in disdain.
"Our warriors are ready on the Narrow Island. The great war is about to begin … Where do we have the time to waste on these useless people? Turn on the transmitter and let them be crushed by their own fear. "
At his command, two warriors immediately entered a series of complex passwords into the silver-white device. Two seconds later, the outer shell of the device slowly opened up with a bird-like electronic sound, revealing the body of the cylindrical transmitter that was spinning rapidly with blue light spots. In a place where human eyes could not see, powerful, scorching microwaves were emitted from the front of the device.
In theory, the device could even directly evaporate the water in a human body. However, that would need to be adjusted to the highest output. This prototype was equipped with a safety lock. It was not impossible for the Alliance of Shadow Warriors to break it. However, they could not use the fear function now. Hundreds of thousands of tons of water contaminated by fear venom were flowing under their feet. These things would help them break the spine of the entire Gotham.
After all, how many ordinary people could resist the fear that was rolling in the deepest part of their hearts?
At first, the microwave transmitter only made the steam above the thermal wells on the ground slightly thicker. However, at the moment when Ducard gave the order to increase the power of the transmitter, with the small truck as the center, all of the thermal wells within a radius of 1500 meters were blown away by the crazily surging mist. It looked like a white column of steam was rushing into the sky.
However, the microwave transmitter was not strong enough to send the column of steam higher into the sky. So when the column of steam rose about 10 meters into the air, it quickly dispersed in the form of mist. In just five seconds, the entire street was shrouded in the mist that was mixed with some special stuff.
This scene stunned Gordon who got out of the command vehicle. He subconsciously grabbed the gas mask hanging behind him and put it on his face. However, not everyone had the same awareness as Gordon. Although the concentration of the fear venom had dropped to an extremely low level after the water vapor was evaporated, for ordinary people, the double physical and psychological stimulation, the secretly magnified senses and the spasms of the circulatory system still caused them to lose most of their combat strength almost instantly.
At first, their bodies began to tremble. Some of the weaker ones fell to the ground with their hands on their necks. This situation aggravated the psychological stimulation of the others. In the distorted world, everything around them became fearful. Some raised their fists and shouted as they smashed the people around them. Then, more people began to fight back. Finally, with the first gunshot, the situation was completely out of control.
"Go away! Stay away from me! Ugly bastard! "
"Devil, devil!"
"Ahhh! Kill you! Kill you! "
"Bang! Bang! "
The stench of fresh blood became more and more pungent amidst the chaos. Gordon wanted to stop all of this, but he had no other choice... he could only watch as the police officers he brought with him shot their comrades while screaming madly. What was even more frightening was that after the fog dispersed, the surrounding civilians who were being led to the shelter also showed signs of chaos.
Gordon rushed out with a pistol. He stood in front of the truck, his body trembling. He raised the pistol with both hands and kept pulling the trigger at the black windshield. He was like a praying mantis in front of a moving train.
"Ram it!"
Ducard looked coldly at Gordon in front of him. He wore a special mask that covered his mouth and nose. He gave the order coldly. The modified truck roared and brutally rammed through the line of police cars. Gordon looked at the truck that was getting closer and closer. He looked at the sparks from the bullets on the surface of the truck. For a moment, he even thought that being killed by the truck would be a good ending.
But in the end, the faces of his wife and daughter flashed across his mind. Gordon threw himself out of the way and dodged the ramming truck. At that moment, he saw Ducard's disdainful expression. The leader raised his finger and drew a line across Gordon's neck.
It was an extremely arrogant gesture of cutting the throat.
Gordon clenched his fist and looked at the truck that swaggered along the bridge to the narrow island. After the moist mist was cleared, two tracks full of blood and minced meat were left behind.
This had become the first place where chaos appeared. This had become the place where the Gates of Hell opened.
He slammed the ground twice and finally picked up the communication device. A moment later, his desperate voice rang in Bruce and Saber's ears.
"It's over … we couldn't stop them … chaos, has begun."
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