A lot of things don't happen if we don't want them to happen, and according to Murphy's Law, as long as things have a tendency to go bad, then they will definitely go bad.

Therefore, the truly wise person, when he perceives a problem, will start preparing for the worst that may arise as soon as he or she becomes ready.

Narrow Island, after the Arkham fire a few days ago, there are many more police stationed here, although no one will pay attention to this almost isolated place after this turmoil has passed, but at least for now, the work on the surface still needs to be done.

Although the yawning cops didn't give the people of Narrow Island a sense of security.

Falconi's dark empire has fallen, and in those dark corners that no one knows, the division of this chaotic land is underway, and one small gang after another has risen rapidly, and then actively or passively involved in this battle, they are like a swarm of vampire locusts, lying on Falconi's corpse to their heart's contention.

Most gangs don't survive for 3 days before being stabbed in the back by other collaborators, so the stronger the stronger, the weaker the weaker, but there are also some lucky guys, on the edge of the narrow island, a small gang recruits a strange guy, and in his whimsical and dark humor schemes, they get one unimaginable rich victory after another.

If nothing else, a big gang will reappear here in a month's time, but as all stories tell, accidents always happen.

There seemed to be a smell of burnt burning in the house, almost a step away from the Arkham Asylum, which was a thing of the past, and although the fire was eventually extinguished, it burned down two floors of the asylum, and the place was now inhabited.

So those rescued villains and lunatics are temporarily locked up in a police station not far from the madhouse, which is now overcrowded and no one wants to deal with these guys, but there is no way, these guys will be here for a long time before the Gotham prison is ready for containment.

Even though it was daytime, the room was still dimly lit, especially the people in the house had drawn heavy curtains, only a dim light, and in the empty room, there was a black body bag, and next to it, there were 4 people wearing various costumes, but they looked very strong.

Among them, there was even a guy wearing a police uniform on duty.

A few minutes later, the door to the room opened, and a man dressed in a black dress, dressed very well, with a black cane in his hand, walked into the room, and all of them straightened up at this moment, and it was clear that it was their leader who entered.

His eyes are as sharp as a harrier's eagle, but between the deflections, they give a sense of trustworthiness, his hair is gray, which shows that he is not young, and the most striking thing is his beard, which is not left unliked, but is divided into a special kind of small beard, which spreads from the sides to the mouth and up to the jaw, which looks like a tiger's beard.

The same whiteness, with his vigorous gait, the cane that he flicked casually, was as sharp as a sheathed sword in his hand, or rather, the man dressed like an old gentleman, looked like a sharp blade unsheathed.

"He's here?"

He glanced at the layout of the room, his eyes lingered on a few points for a moment, then he turned his head to look under his cloth, and a fellow in a worker's costume stepped forward without saying a word, opened the body bag, and an unbearable breath poured out, it was a corpse that had been parked in the morgue for three days, and the smell was self-evident.

The old gentleman took out a handkerchief from his pocket, covered his nose, took a few steps forward, looked at the well-preserved corpse, he waved his hand, and the subordinate pulled the chain of the body bag again, and the old gentleman casually put the handkerchief still in the trash can, and sighed,

"Klein, a promising companion, died in this fallen city because of this long-overdue goal... Look out the window..."

He stepped forward and opened the heavy curtains, revealing the filthy Narrow Island Street and the idlers wandering the streets with nothing to do, and from this angle, he could clearly see the high-rise buildings in the center of Gotham City, resplendent and splendid, and the comparison between the two was like a contrast between two eras that existed in the same place.

"Look here..."

The old gentleman's gaze rested on the window, his eyes were not focused, and he saw something more profound, "Sniff the air here, depraved, decaying, like a corrupt cyst on the body of civilization, whose very existence is a blasphemy against this great civilization itself." ”

"The people here have forgotten the hardships of their ancestors to start a career, they have forgotten the responsibility and mission of their birth, they just live in idleness, they waste time every day, waste their lives, get drunk on money, this is the devil's cave in the world, it reminds me of London that has been burned to the ground, and Jerusalem in the past..."

He turned around and looked at the four people in front of him with a clear gaze, his gaze fell on them, they were the best fighters in the organization, and they had a taste of penance in their bodies, which was normal, and it was normal to endure loneliness in order to obtain power that ordinary people could not imagine.

"We are going to fulfill the vows we made when we joined this great organization, and this time... No one can stop us anymore!"

"Go, warriors, gather our companions, and destruction will come tonight!"

No hoarse shouts, no excited roars, these true warriors never put their existence into words, they have been training for a long time for this great moment, and they have long expected it.

More morale-boosting than words is money, but on top of money, soldiers armed with faith are almost invincible, and no one can destroy them!

They turned to leave, leaving only the old gentleman and a corpse in the room.

No... There is also a third person.

"Talia, are you still there?"

The old gentleman sat down on the sofa and said into the empty air, "Are you still following me to this city that must be destroyed?"

"Click"

On the ceiling of the room, a plasterboard was removed, and a graceful figure fell from it, standing firmly in front of the old gentleman, she hugged her shoulders, and looked at the old man sitting there with an indifferent face, she had long chestnut hair, and that graceful body always made people unconsciously think about what kind of face she had.

But the black mask covered her face, and she carried a black straight-edged knife behind her back, and two black pistols pinned to the belt around her waist.

"Of course I'll come, I just want to see you die here with my own eyes, killed by your best disciples!"

"You mean Wayne?"

The old gentleman smiled and put the cane in his hand on the ground, there was no ** in his eyes when he looked at the woman in front of him, there was just a calmness and a touch of deep love, "Wayne had the best chance to end my life, but he didn't do that, I don't think this is the benefit of my disguise, I can only say that Wayne Kong has a warrior's skills, but he doesn't have a warrior's heart yet." ”

"Peace wears strength, victory defeats will, he calls himself a defender in this city, he is doing those meaningless things with the power I gave him, he is trying to save it, but he doesn't know that this city is beyond help!"

"He's still the same as when I first met him, stubborn, determined, but with an invaluable cowardice and stupidity, he always thinks he can change everything, but he ignores one thing, he's just a mortal, like you and me, he's doing something that is doomed to be impossible. ”

The woman in the battle armor didn't answer the old gentleman's evaluation, she sneered, and shook her hand, and something stabbed at the old gentleman who was close at hand with the sound of whirring wind, but he just waved his hand lightly, and pinched the cold thing in his hand, and he held it in front of him.

It was a small dart, bladed on both sides, polished to the shape of a winged bat, and on the other side, there were two letters, B.M.

The old gentleman looked at the handicrafts and murderous weapons in his hand, and he let out a sigh of emotion,

"Tsk, how nice it would be if Wayne's heart could be the same as yours, he would be the best and most outstanding shadow warrior in the past hundred years, but look at him now, is he using this gadget to satisfy his boring heroic desires?

"This was recovered from Klein's body..."

The woman took a step back, "Your disciple killed him, he has already started killing! His fangs are sharp enough, old fellow, you underestimate the enemy! This will make you die here!"

"Huh?"

The old gentleman's brow furrowed, and the sharp batrang jumped between his fingers as magically as magic, and finally, he shook his head,

"It's not him!"

"Huh?"

Wayne was holding on to his inner defense, I could feel it..."

The old man looked up, his gaze grim, "Someone is trying to interfere with our vision, it's the legendary "Red Demon"!Talia, I don't want you to get involved in the duel between me and Wayne, but since you're here, there's no need to hide your sharp sword... Go, find him, kill him!"

The woman did not respond, she just nodded, turned and walked into the darkness, and at the moment when she was about to disappear, the old gentleman opened his mouth,

"Talia..."

The woman turned around and asked impatiently,

"What else? old fellow. ”

"You... Be careful..."

"Hmph, you're still worried about yourself, I didn't come all the way to collect the body for you!"

"Hehe, this destruction itself is a change of power, I've been alive for a long time, death is not such a terrible thing for me, if Wayne dies, it means that he is nothing more than that, the future of the Shadow Warrior is still yours, if I die... It means that Wayne has really taken that step, and he is already qualified to inherit everything from the Shadow Warrior, Talia, you join forces with him, and you will eventually carry forward the glorious Shadow Warrior... He's a guy you can trust!"

The old gentleman's fingers flicked, and the batrang whistled and rushed to Talia's back, and the young woman's figure flashed, and she caught the dart with her fingers, and instead of answering, she strode into the darkness before her.

"I... I'll come back with that red ghost head and prove my abilities!"

"Hey, I'm just worried about you... That's not something to be dealt with casually. ”

It was a few minutes after the woman had left that the old gentleman stood up, patted the dust that was not there, and glanced again in the direction in which the woman had disappeared, "But good luck, my daughter." ”

The moment he turned around, all the weak expressions were swept away, and his gaze became calm and sharp again, like a long knife.

At this moment, he was back to the steely leader, the steely destroyer.

Lars El Gul, a cold name, a name that once plunged many nations into darkness, a name that is mortal, but beyond mortal existence.

Tremble, Gotham, he's coming!