Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Harvey walked out of the city hall with handcuffs, standing on both sides of the Gotham police station, Sergeant Smith looked at him, the current head of the Gotham police station shot He patted his shoulder and applauded.

He is the first, then the second, the third, this is praise, this is approval.

All the police knew that Harvey could not be Batman. Smith even saw the scene of Harvey and Batman appearing at the same time, but anyone with a little brain knows why Harvey did this.

Taking his own safety as a bet, he wanted to force the clown hiding in a corner of the city to let him know that there was obviously a net in front of him, and he had to jump in too. No one doubted the feasibility of this plan. It is the old policeman who has been dealing with criminals for many years. They know very well that criminals like clowns have their own persistence.

They are also quite stubborn, he will definitely come, no one will doubt this!

The City Hall is not far from the Wayne Building, so when Harvey walked out with handcuffs, he saw Rachel standing aside. In fact, the policeman who escorted him had proposed three times to remove the handcuffs, but Harvey was not Care, this will make people more believe.

He saw Rachel, and Rachel strode over, accompanied by Afu, she grabbed Harvey's hand,

"Why are you doing this? He can. You need to give him some confidence. You don't have to take risks like this."

Although the beauty in front of him refused him not long ago, Harvey made no secret of his love for Rachel. He shrugged. He should have given Rachel a gentle kiss, but he also has his own principles. Sitting in the police car, he beckoned to Rachel,

"Don't worry, I will come back... let's play a game."

His tone was brisk, and he took out his silver coins with some difficulty. "I'm returning safely on the positive side, and on the negative side, how about we meet again?"

Rachel was angry, Harvey's smile was very infectious, and she also had a smile on her face. After all, the two most capable guys of Batman and Cyber ​​would be escorted all the way, and Harvey was in danger. The possibility is not high, she held her shoulders with both hands,

"Harvey, do you really have to rely on luck to decide this?"

Harvey Dent pouted, before throwing the silver coin in his hand to Rachel before the police car door closed.

"No, I never believe in luck."

The police car drove towards the police station with a piercing siren sound. Rachel looked at the silver coins in her hand. On the front, the characters were painted, while on the back, the characters were still painted.

This is a rare wrong coin... according to its year of issue, the value of this silver coin can hardly be measured by money.

"Yeah, you never believe in luck."

Rachel took a deep breath and looked at the police car away, "You create luck..."

"Hurry up!"

Wearing body armor and a steel helmet, the heavily armed Sheriff Smith stood at the gate of the police station and shouted to some confused subordinates,

"Hurry up and dress, everyone must be involved!"

Soon, he was full of police in front of him. They brought out automatic weapons, shotguns and gas grenades that would not normally be used. They looked at Smith.

"You all know what we are going to do tonight, right?"

Smith shouted out loudly that this Gordon's most trusted sheriff was a middle-aged man with some kind of gratitude. After spending more than 20 years in the police station, he was a complete old-school tough guy with great prestige. He waved his arms.

"That **** has killed seven policemen in the past half month! He also killed Gordon and Lauber. If anyone in this city is the one I want to choke, the clown is definitely the first! Tonight, we will **** Harvey to prison, yes, we all know that he is innocent, but we also have to know that he made this sacrifice for Gotham!"

"That should be what we do!"

Smith's eyes swept the eyes of everyone in front of him, he saw no fear,

"Very good, we are walking with the heroes! Sort out the clothes and set off in 5 minutes!"

Everyone was busy again, and Smith himself opened the police car that was used to hold heavyweight prisoners. This kind of vehicle is a special vehicle. It is impossible to penetrate the steel plate around it unless it uses a large-caliber war weapon. The use of this kind of vehicle also represents the importance that police officers attach to Harvey.

This is a prudent protection.

Smith checked the vehicle for the last time, then pulled the car door and sat on the co-pilot. He carried a shotgun in his hand. He looked at it. On the driver’s seat was a heavy policeman wearing a helmet and mask. The opponent nodded at him, and in the back seat, sat another guy, also wearing a helmet mask, only showing a pair of eyes, looking like two ruthless characters.

"I hope you can fight enough, man."

Sheriff Smith comfortably leaned back in his chair and held his gun. "Tonight Gotham will be a sleepless night. Maybe we won't be able to come back."

The tough guy is also struggling in his heart, he also has a wife and children, but seeing his companions die one by one, even if he is, he also has to take up arms and clowns to fight for your life.

This is Gotham, this is the land of civilization! This is not a barbaric area where anyone who is more vicious will live better, and the clown is tempted to turn it into his own evil country.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the prison car started, with two heavy police cars full of police in front, seven wild horse police cars full of policemen in the back, and two armored vehicles with heavy weapons deployed, accompanied by more policemen. At every intersection from the police station to the prison, once they encounter a situation, they can get support everywhere.

This is almost a force that can never be destroyed in the city.

In a darker corner, a large tank-like black armored vehicle started silently. It had 1 person high wheels running across the ground of Gotham, but the sound was only the size of a small car. It was far away Hanging from the rear of this convoy is completely unobtrusive.

On the other side almost parallel to the team, Saber with the sword on his back buckled up the mask of the evil spirits, turned over and mounted a black tomahawk, and the two rows of eight headlights turned on. This steel beast was issued under the control of the master. The weak vibration carried him silently into the darkness.

In the city’s sky, a police helicopter took off 5 minutes after the convoy departed. Four heavy-duty policemen armed with long and short weapons sat on it. If it is not from the police station to the prison, it is not necessary to cross the bridge across the sea. Even those patrol boats will be sent.

The police and their allies have done their best, and the nets for dangerous people have been spread out, all for the guy who is about to enter the net...

The Joker, the guy who has upset the whole city with his own strength, TheJoker, hasn't shown himself since he escaped from prison.

"Shit!"

The policeman sitting in the open police car was in front of the dark, deserted road, saw a burning flame, he scolded, grabbed the talker,

"There are obstacles ahead! The road is completely blocked...He wants to force us into an underground tunnel!"

Sheriff Smith also saw the large fire truck blocked in the middle of the road, which was completely lit and blocked the road ahead, he asked aloud,

"Can you get around?"

"No, sir, I don't know what is in this car, it will explode at any time!"

"dry!"

Smith hit the window with a punch, he grabbed his hair, "Then enter the tunnel and rush to Fifth Avenue at the fastest speed!"

"Yes!"

The team turned slowly, and Smith's eyes were fixed on the burning fire truck. On the front of the red car body, he used something to paint a clumsy portrait of the clown, burning in the flames, as if the clown was silently taunting.

He gritted his teeth and reached out to open the safety of the gun in his hand. The guy sitting in the second row did the same, they knew.

Here comes the clown!

As a modern big city, there are many underground tunnels in Gotham City. The one they are currently walking is about 3,000 meters long. It is moving at full speed. It takes less than 3 minutes to get out, but it is sitting in the car. Everyone here knows that it will not be so easy.

Everyone is ready to fight, but surprises are always unexpected.

Sheriff Smith turned his head to look at the dark tunnel outside the window. On the other side, there was a vehicle moving in the opposite direction. He saw a heavy truck approaching ahead, and a container was loaded behind him. There seemed to be nothing wrong with it. But the next moment, he saw the truck sway outwards, and then slammed into the guardrails of the two roads, hitting the front armored vehicle of the convoy with a crazy momentum.

"boom"

In such a small volume impact on a large volume, even an armored vehicle designed to conduct civil war in the city is extremely disadvantageous. The truck with a very high chassis is almost crushing the armored vehicle, and its entire front is raised high. Under the squeeze of the armored vehicle, the front hit the concrete pillar above the tunnel.

Flames, explosions, all in a bombardment, hit the front in front of everyone, the police car behind the armored car had no time to step on the brakes, and hit the rear of the armored car that had been crushed. Quickly swallowed by the fire.

"Abduction! Abduction!"

Smith shouted with a gun, the heavy policeman driving slammed the steering wheel, the sturdy prison car also broke the guardrail in the middle of the road, and rushed into another lane, but the next moment, in the outer lane, another car The truck approached from the rear, and a line of large letters was written on its container with flame-jumping text.

"The massacre is the best medicine"

This is what Cyber ​​said to the clown. Obviously he listened. During the gaze and firing of the remaining policemen, the center of the container was pulled away, and it was half kneeling on the ground with shoulder resistance The members of the clown gang of the rocket launcher, with various clown masks, stood in the middle of them, holding a pistol.

He was still wearing that dirty purple suit, wearing black gloves, his face covered with white oil paint, his eye sockets were black, and his scarred mouth was dark red. In a high-speed vehicle, he was facing the team’s Everyone showed a smile, waving the muzzle in his hand indiscriminately, and shooting the messy bullets everywhere,

"Hello, the game... this is about to start!"

"boom"

The rocket was launched. At a distance of less than 20 meters from both sides, this destructive weapon almost immediately hit the Mustang police car following the prison body, and then exploded, the hot flame and the ignited, bombed into the sky. In an instant, the wreckage blocked all vehicles that followed.

In front of the prison car there is a reloaded police car that insists on advancing, but the clown grabs the rifle in his hand and fires with his evil chatter, which quickly breaks the glass of the police car and these villains are also fighting back from the police He fell four or five times and was kicked one by one by the clown.

Behind the truck, there is also an armed pickup truck that is also a clown with a clown mask, and the Vulcan machine gun fixed behind the pickup truck is set up. This swarthy terror should appear on the battlefield in the Middle East, and In a city like Fegetan, the storm-like bullet tail flames burst in the darkness in the laughter of those lawless bastards.

Tens of thousands of bullets completely penetrated the last reloaded police car in less than 2 seconds, and a dazzling fireball illuminated the darkness.

Flying bullets and roaring explosions lit up the entire dark tunnel at this moment. Smith grabbed the shotgun. He looked at it with horror. Everyone had the courage to carry the live ammunition, but now it seems that, Facing this crazy opponent, even if he is holding a gun, don't want to feel safe.

"Rush out! Speed ​​up, don't get entangled with them! Rush out of the tunnel!"

He grabbed the phone and yelled, "Rush out, we have air support! They will beat them into horse honeycombs from the sky!"

But at the moment when Smith's voice just fell, the clown himself carried the grenade launcher. In his mad cry, a crooked grenade shot out of the gun barrel, and the police car was reinstalled in front of the site.

"boom"

The explosion at this moment completely engulfed the entire dark blue police car, rushed it up and smashed it onto the concrete floor above. Smith watched the flames getting closer and closer. He turned his head to look at the police in the driver’s seat. The companion's eyes widened, and he didn't seem to think about avoiding it at all. He rushed towards the burning debris ahead, and Smith grabbed the handle of the car by the seat.

His pupils were getting bigger and bigger, and finally he couldn't hold back the fear that burst out in his throat,

"Do not!!"

"Bang"