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Chapter 54

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Rachel's appearance on the Narrow Island was an accident.

Although Bruce and Saber had advised her not to go to the Narrow Island for the next few days, due to her stubbornness, she still came to the police station yesterday in an attempt to dig out more information about the dark forces behind Klein.

Being loyal to one's job was a good thing. It was a principle that everyone with a job should abide by. But now, this beautiful principle was dragging Rachel into hell.

When the battle between the mercenaries and the shadow warriors began, Rachel was in the police station dealing with the mentally ill and lunatic prisoners. The moment the electricity was cut off, she instinctively wanted to leave the Narrow Island immediately. Although Rachel did not have super sensitive senses like Robin and Bruce, she also realized that something was wrong. If the fat sergeant did not tell her not to worry, she would have escaped the Narrow Island long ago.

"Stupid guy! You're harming others and yourself! "

Rachel protected the two children and ran forward quickly. Her heart was full of regret. That confident guy had been killed in the first wave of attack by the Shadow Warriors. What was worse was that his death had brought about a chain of disasters. The police in the whole station had almost collapsed at the first touch. She, who was hiding in the cupboard, had seen with her own eyes that the warriors in black had released all the mental patients and lunatics in the station. Those guys had already joined them.

Bang!

Just when Rachel was less than 10 meters away from the edge of the pier, a black shadow suddenly landed in front of her and the two children. The three of them were shocked. Rachel looked at the shadow and saw that it was a mercenary whose head was blown up by a bullet. She hurriedly used her body to protect the two children.

The shadow warrior in black combat uniform noticed Rachel. His black hood only revealed a pair of eyes, and those eyes were shining with a cold light. He raised the pistol in his hand, but the moment he aimed, Rachel's left hand reached out from behind her. The small pistol's muzzle shone brightly.

Bang!

The black-clothed warrior's body swayed, his eyes filled with disbelief, but then he lost all his strength. His body tilted, and he fell into the cold sea outside the dock.

However, the gunshot attracted the attention of others. Two armed men pointed their guns at Rachel and the two children. The assistant prosecutor's slightly dirty face showed a touch of despair.

But just when the gunshot was heard, a black shadow fell from the sky. The little boy who was protected by Rachel screamed.

"Batman!"

Rachel raised her head abruptly. She saw the man with his arms spread open. Under the wings that expanded into the shape of dragon wings, he slowly descended from the roof. When he reached the top of the thugs, he folded his wings and laid them on the ground. He crossed his arms, and six L-shaped blades protruded from his gauntlets. With a swipe of his left and right hand, the dim blades lit up. The two black-clothed warriors who wanted to open fire hugged their arms and screamed as they fell to the ground.

Bang! Bang!

He mercilessly kicked the two guys in the neck, knocking them out. He looked back at Rachel and threw her a bunch of strange car keys. There was a black bat emblem on the keys. It looked like a piece of art.

"The car is in the alley next to us. Let's go! There are still 15 minutes before the suspension bridge is closed! "

After saying that, he crossed his hands, and something like a knuckle appeared on his fists. Like a tiger entering the forest, he turned around and pounced on the shadow warriors who were entangled with the mercenaries. Rachel opened her mouth, wanting to ask something, but in the end, she gritted her teeth. This determined girl protected the two children and ran to the street next to them. She finally came back to her senses and looked at Batman who had defeated the shadow warriors. She had a faint guess in her heart.

"You must survive!"

Vroom!

The loud sound of the Batmobile starting up calmed Bruce down a little. Rachel's position in his heart was definitely not ordinary. She was an existence that was a mixture of love and familial love. Now that she had safely left the battlefield, Bruce's suspended heart could be completely at ease.

"Where is Battier?"

Batman punched the last soldier who tried to pull out a long sword and fight him to the ground. He turned around and grabbed Sean, the team commander who was shot, and asked loudly. Sean pointed in a direction with difficulty.

"He's at the station, but there was a violent explosion there just now. I'm afraid the leader is already …"

"This is bad!"

Bruce supported Sean against the wall. He took the communication device from Sean's hand, adjusted the frequency, and then spoke loudly.

"Commander code name Black Bat is now taking over command. All teams report the situation!"

"The western part of the narrow island is still holding on! The enemy's attack is fierce, and they have begun to drive the crazy ordinary people to attack us! "

"The eastern defense line of the narrow island has been broken, but we are still holding on, damn it! The thick fog has turned the civilians here into lunatics. We are at a disadvantage! "

"The central station has been lost. Someone has entered the station! Also, the fog here is very thick! Requesting backup! "

"The drawbridge line is still intact! There are crazy civilians trying to cross the drawbridge, and they have been defeated! "

Batman breathed a sigh of relief. As long as nothing happened at the drawbridge, it did not matter if the people on the narrow island went crazy. He thought for a few seconds, and then issued a new order.

"Everyone! Bring your equipment and injured companions, and move to the drawbridge line. The drawbridge will be closed in 15 minutes. I need you to stop anyone who tries to cross the drawbridge! Do not let these civilians who have inhaled the fear gas enter the city! The local sheriff, Jim Gordon, will be in full command of the drawbridge line's defense! "

"But sir, what about the warriors in black?"

Bruce raised his head and looked at the narrow island station where the light had been reignited. He said firmly in a hoarse voice,

"Stop them, and trap them on the narrow island! As for their leader, leave it to me! "

After that, Bruce took out a syringe from the leather bag on his belt and injected it into Commander Sean's arm. A moment later, the commander regained consciousness.

"Commander, I need you to go to the narrow island's drawbridge and help Sheriff Gordon guard there!"

Bruce grabbed his shoulder and stared at him with his eyes under the mask. "Don't let your guard down until I come back, or until the news of victory comes!"

The pain in Sean's body was slightly suppressed under the effect of the stimulant. He nodded, a hint of sadness flashed in his bloodshot eyes, and then he quickly said,

"On the second floor of the security area next to the station's defense line, we have placed some powerful attack weapons there. You will need them."

"Yes! Protect yourself! "

Batman stood up and touched his belt with his left hand, and the claw gun appeared in his hand. He pulled the trigger toward the roof in front of him, and then his body seemed to really fly. With the help of the claw gun and the Dragon-Winged Cloak, he moved quickly in the dark like a phantom and soon approached the narrow island station.

The streets and alleys on the ground were full of ordinary people who had lost their minds due to the impact of the fear gas. They were like zombies who only knew how to hunt for fresh meat in the zombie movies, wrestling with each other. The police and mercenaries who entered the narrow island were equipped with gas masks, but under such circumstances, ordinary police officers could not be expected to have any strong ability to fight back.

Even the heavily armed police officers who wore heavy bulletproof vests had their weapons taken away from them under the impact of the civilians who had lost control. They were then punched and kicked, and some of the more unfortunate ones were even beaten to death.

After ordinary people were hypnotized by the fear gas, everything in front of them was distorted. Everything that stood next to them would be transformed into something terrifying under the same stimulation. For some people, fear would destroy everything, but for others, fear would give birth to a new power.

Unfortunately, not everyone had enough willpower to control this power. Those violent people waved all kinds of weapons in their hands, roaring in all kinds of voices in the dark streets that had lost electricity. They lined up in chaotic groups, rampaging on the streets, and were led or driven away by the masked warriors in black. Eventually, they gathered into a huge, black, turbid current in various alleys.

There were also those black-clothed warriors who were riding on panic-stricken war horses. These horses were originally mobilized by Gordon to suppress the riot. But now, their owners had been killed or defeated. The new evil owner was like a knight in the Middle Ages, controlling the war horses that were also stimulated by the poisonous gas and trampling on the crowd wantonly, causing the terrifying chaos to become even more unbridled.

The moment Batman swept across the dark sky of the narrow island, he looked down at everything below, and Saber's question once again came to his mind.

Could he really save the suffering civilians in this living hell just by relying on his strength?

"Boss! The power of the train has been activated! We can set off at any time! "

The warrior in black appeared from the darkness, stood behind Ducard, and replied respectfully, "Do you want to move the equipment onto the train now?"

Ducard wore a small black gas mask that buckled on his nose and mouth. He waved the sword in his hand and said loudly, "Of course, children, we are here for this!"

"Carry it up. In 20 minutes, this fallen city will completely drown in the destruction that should have come long ago. Now, we are only one step away from igniting the sacred fire of civilization … Children, we are about to fulfill our oath!"

Ducard opened his arms and stepped up the elevator as if to embrace the darkness or glory of some existence. Behind him, carefully selected, the best warriors carried the silver-white equipment that had stopped operating up the elevator. They were qualified to accompany the great Lars El Ghul, their leader who had become a spiritual symbol in their history, to witness the grand destruction and the beginning of a new life.

They were going to do it all with their own hands, and it was an honor that could not be more glorious.

But the moment the elevator rose, a black shadow descended from the sky with a whistling sound and scuttled into the elevator that was originally used to transport goods.

Ducard turned around and saw a man in black armor, a bat mask, and a black cloak behind him. This disguise was almost useless in his eyes. He could tell the man's identity just by looking at the anger in his eyes.

Ducard was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at Batman standing in front of him.

"My disciple, you seem to have made my description of disguise too artistic and dramatic … But in the end, you chose to be a bat, and I saw what I wanted to see in your eyes. You have a higher pursuit than revenge … This is good. This will be the most important step for you to take … Provided, you don't die on this path."

He took a step back, and the four fully-armed warriors in black behind him strode forward and stood between Ducard and Bruce.

"The bat was your fear, and now it seems that you want to bring this fear to your opponent … Very good, but let me see if your will can realize the crazy idea in your heart. Let me see who will win this bet with Gotham!"

The old gentleman turned around and looked at the city that was still brightly lit in the dark. There was a flash of relief in his eyes, followed by a resolute will to destroy. He waved his finger and a cold voice rang in the darkness. "Let's go!"

"Kill him!"

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