The night was still going on...
At this moment, under the high platform of the bat castle, a large crowd had once again gathered.
In the past, they only came here for one purpose, and that was to worship. Tonight, however, they were here to kill.
"Hand over the bat!" "Kill that liar!" "Let him come out!" The crowd shouted one after another.
They were angry, they were passionate, they were impulsive, and they were crazy.
All of this... started with the smiley face symbol in the sky. The smile seemed to have a magical power that implanted rebellious emotions in everyone's heart. Feng Bujue's excellent speech was the final catalyst.
"Sir, the situation is going out of control." On the high platform, a Robin ran quickly to Gordon's side and reported, "There are too many people surrounding the castle. We don't have enough troops..." He paused for a second, and the look on his face became very strange. "They haven't launched a frontal attack yet, but it's only a matter of time. Once they start to move in..."
"Well, you don't have to report these things." The voice of the Bruce suddenly rang out, interrupting the Robin's narration.
The Robin was shocked when he heard the voice. He quickly turned his head and found The Bruce standing two meters away from him. "I'm... I'm sorry, sir, I didn't see you..."
"I know," The Bruce said. "I'm testing the optical camouflage function of this armor." He walked forward slowly, and his voice was as calm as before. "It looks good."
"You can return to your post first." Gordon finally spoke and motioned for the Robin to leave. After the latter left, Gordon turned his head and said to The Bruce, "It seems... we underestimated the clown's ability to incite."
"Well... that's not entirely true." The Bruce pondered. "In fact, the taste of this group of rioters has changed... After so many years of putting on a show, they have gradually forgotten my true strength. This group of people is tired of the blood of those so-called super criminals... They want my blood. "
"But we still have an absolute advantage in terms of military strength," Gordon continued. "Those rioters don't have airships or armored vehicles, and they don't have any heavy weapons..."
The Bruce replied, "Hmph... Advantage in terms of military strength? It's only a force of about a thousand people. Among them … I don't know how many people … have already decided to oppose me. " He paused for a moment. "Although the population of this city has declined and increased due to years of war, there are still nearly a million people. The signaller was right. We don't have enough troops. Even if our people can fight one against ten, or even one against a hundred, it will still be useless. "
When Gordon heard this, a strange thought flashed through his mind, but he still maintained his composure on the surface.
"Faith." If their faith collapses, they will tear me, the 'God', into pieces and elect a new one — just like what I did before. " He scoffed. "Humph … In this game, that 'clown' has the absolute upper hand. He is very good … and not only is he good at fighting, his strategy and courage have surprised me even more. However … "He then changed the topic." No matter how good the odds are, before it becomes a real victory, there is still the possibility of a comeback. "
At this point, the cunning King of Gotham had already come up with a countermeasure.
"Gordon …" The Bruce said. "I have thought of a plan …" He looked at the man. "But I need your help."
Gordon's expression shifted slightly. After a moment of consideration, he replied, "Of course, master."
"You will replace me," The Bruce said.
"What!" Gordon's first reaction was that this was a trap. "No … I wouldn't dare …"
"Of course, I don't want you to replace me." "I want you to fake an uprising and swear to overthrow me, and I … will cooperate with you to put on a show …" he explained. "After all, the rioters don't know what I really look like. Based on the setting of the comic, The Bruce's face has already melded with the Batmask, and he can't take it off. We will find a random scapegoat, put the Batmask on him, and toss him out."
As Gordon listened to the man, he calculated in his heart … Actually, he did have the thought of betraying. If possible, he did not want to put on a show. He wanted to toss the real The Bruce down and replace him as the God of Gotham.
But … in the end, he still lacked that kind of courage, because he wasn't "Gordon". The real Director Gordon had died more than half a century ago. This Gordon who was The Bruce's biggest minion was actually a Robin …
He was the Robin who had followed Bruce since the beginning. When he was thirty, he had undergone Professor Kliber's' plastic surgery 'and turned into the legendary' Gordon '. He successfully became the prophet of the Bat God and the highest official of Gotham City.
"Okay … I will do as you say." After Gordon made the decision, he turned to yell at the two soldiers who were ten meters away. "The two of you, go and prepare a body that is similar to the Bat God's body and change it into a Bat costume."
The two looked at each other. After two seconds of hesitation, they replied in unison, "Yes, sir!" "Yes, sir."
After they left, Gordon walked to the edge of the stage, opened his earpiece, and started the last speech of his life. "My children! You have been tricked! "he roared." I have been tricked as well! The Bruce is a hypocritical god. This is a hypocritical game, a hypocritical game! " As he yelled, his tone deepened. "The Bruce has gone mad, but don't worry, I have the situation under control!" He opened his arms. "Children of the Bat God, follow me! Give me your support! I have taken over the Bat Castle! I have defeated The Bruce! "He waved his arms." Now … let me hand over the fake God's blood to you … Ah! "
His words came to an abrupt end as The _ Bruce grabbed his waist from behind and lifted him up horizontally.
At that moment, Gordon understood … there was no such thing as a 'plan'. It was a trap, a trap that he could not see through.
"Gordon is the fake one, a failed servant, a liar." The Bruce was indeed a hero. This plan of his was truly vicious. "Look … he is the crazy one. He has been eyeing my position for many years and has faked the ceremony to trick me. Now, he is spouting nonsense … saying that he has replaced me. "
"No! No! It was him … it was him who made me … "Gordon still tried to explain, but Bruce's arms tightened. He crushed a part of Gordon's spine, causing him to scream in pain.
"Look at this madman. His mouth is filled with lies and roars," The Bruce continued. The Bruce continued, "I … your God of Bats, I'll now hand him over to you … to be judged."
Before he finished, he tossed the second-in-command of Gotham City, who had served him for many years … off the stage.
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