"Boom"

Another loud bang appeared in the sky behind everyone, and Gordon, wearing a gas mask, turned his head to see a ball of fire lit up in the sky, and the poor sheriff couldn't help but make a cross on his chest, everything tonight was really too exciting for him.

Gordon was even desperate at the moment when the train loaded with microwave transmitters rushed out of the Narrow Island, when the sea behind the drawbridge defense line was stirred up by a huge white column of water, and the thermal wells on the edge of the entire Narrow Island were washed away, and the fear poison gas filled the sky, causing the fog concentration of the Narrow Island to rise again.

At the side of the sergeant, there were less than 100 combat-ready policemen left, more of them were mercenaries who had been evacuated from the battlefield on the narrow island with heavy guns, 200 of the best mercenary fighters, and now only 155 people remained, and their commander Battier had been killed in the previous attack, and they withdrew to the drawbridge line under the leadership of their respective commanders.

Now Gordon is their commander.

The entire front of the drawbridge defense line was already covered with blood, mostly black-clad samurai who were mixed with the civilians who were being driven away, trying to attack the line, and a small number of armed and orange prisoner suits, who had been released from the police station on the narrow island during the first wave of attacks.

They drove the civilians who had been infected with the gas of fear to attack the place, but after the gunshots rang out and the people around them were knocked down, the civilians scattered screaming in even more terrible fear, only to expose the dangerous elements, and then they were caught and beaten by the already angry mercenaries.

This can be regarded as retribution.

After the fog in front of him became thicker, there were slight explosions and roars from time to time, with the dim lights of the narrow island and the corpses and blood stains before the direction lined up with police cars, rendering this place like hell, and another roar and running sounded, all the mercenaries subconsciously opened the safety of their weapons, and the night of fighting made them exhausted, and they almost reflexively aimed their guns at the fog.

"Don't come closer! Drop your arms and back off!"

"Bang"

Before Gordon could finish his words, a bullet was fired from the fog, although he was still 108,000 miles away from Gordon himself in a bulletproof helmet, but the next moment, the sound of gunfire like a torrent of gunfire on his side rang out, it was a faltering, zombie-like civilian, after the concentration of fear and poison gas increased, these poor people completely lost control of their self-will, and now all their actions were controlled by instinct, and this instinct had to succumb to the distortion of fear.

In a situation where this ego had been defeated, there was no hope of reasoning with them, and after the gunshots rang out, Gordon could only see the figure in the fog being knocked down, and then the howls of increasing fear rang out, and these already frightened guys turned and fled, which also made Gordon breathe a sigh of relief.

He was really frightened by the wave of violent charges ten minutes ago, watching those people being hit by bullets and falling to the ground, blood flowing, it was like a nightmare scene, in the wave of impact just now, Gordon also shot, he didn't know if he hit those black-clothed warriors, but he didn't want to remember the scene just now.

The sheriff felt very tired, more of a mental burden, he stared at the fog in front of him, after noticing that the last running sound was also gone, he breathed a sigh of relief, leaned on the car to the side, he squatted down a little tremblingly, he felt his throat was dry, his lips were about to split, he continued to ask for a glass of water, a tired voice sounded in his headset.

After a few seconds, Gordon jerked up from his hiding place, clenched the intercom in his hand, and shouted,

"Their leader has been killed, and we win!"

The news made everyone on the line froze for a moment, and then, the officers who were already nervous to the extreme, cheered first, then the mercenaries, Gordon himself was so excited, his eyes even reddened, two points of joy at victory, and the rest was all about the pressure and the relaxation of finally being able to get out of the nightmare in front of him.

He's a decent police officer, he's not Cyber or Bruce, killing a few strangers with his own hands is enough to give him a good conscience, and he's just as reluctant to stay here as the commander of the line if he can.

Behind them, the drawbridge that had been remotely retracted by Lucius was slowly descending, and the National Guard was less than 50 kilometers away from Gotham, and most of the Gotham Police Department was now mired in the chaos of the Narrow Island, and the order of the entire city that was about to collapse because of that invisible fear needed to be maintained by these armed soldiers.

In peacetime, everyone says they hate violence, but when the situation is bad enough to bring an indescribable sense of security, everyone is actually the embodiment of this self-contradiction.

Ten minutes later, the people of the drawbridge defense line returned to the main city, they rebuilt the defense line inside the city, and in the communication that had just been restored, the sheriff knew something else, and the shadow warriors also broke through the suburban prison with some people, and more than 450 prisoners of various kinds disappeared in the riot caused by the prison.

They also set a fire on the outskirts of the city, burning down Wayne Manor, a landmark of Gotham, thankfully no one was hurt, and finally the news of the entry of the National Guard into the city, they set up an improvised sentry post on the bridge leaving the city, and it is said that the chaos in the outermost part of the city is over.

They soon reached the Narrow Island, the hardest hit area of this chaos.

Gordon finally breathed a sigh of relief, he took off the gas mask that was making it difficult for him to breathe, tossed it aside, took a crumpled cigarette from the unsightly cigarette case in his pocket, held it to his mouth, and took a deep breath of smoke.

There is still gunsmoke coming out of the narrow island in the distance, but thanks to the presence of a large amount of water vapor evaporated by those moist fogs, there is no trace of the fire, which is considered a great hardship in misfortune.

"It's just a... Disaster. ”

Gordon stood at the edge of the promenade, he looked at the narrow island that was still shrouded in fog, how many people had died in the chaos tonight?200, 300, or more, these numbers and the bloody scene were engraved in his mind like an imprint, heavy as some kind of mission-like weight, even making him a little breathless, everything that happened tonight would remain firmly in his heart, and he would not forget it until he was old.

This night in Gotham, in the darkness of all the existence induced by fear, there are some people's fates, which have been completely changed, Gordon is just one of them, but those who are trapped in fate will never know the ups and downs of fate, there will always be invisible hands that will push them in a direction that they themselves can't see.

In the thick darkness, there were more dangerous creatures entrenched there, and the room was filled with the smell of blood, which made people a little sick.

"Hah!"

A sound mixed with some kind of chilling pleasure sounded from the darkness, and then a fellow who had risen from the ground, and by the dim light outside the window, he could be seen to have a disheveled hair, as if it had not been taken care of for more than ten days.

In the darkness, the creature staggered to his feet, then let out a groan and covered his waist, where a bullet-pierced wound was still bleeding.

He was wearing a dark purple suit, which looked a little wide, with a loose green shirt and a tie with dark patterns, he wore black gloves, and he held a switchblade in his left hand, and his face could not be seen in the darkness, only the eyes, even in extreme pain, those eyes were surging with a strange color.

In the depths of his eyes, his pupils dilated abnormally, indicating that this guy was already in a state of being affected by fear and poison gas at this time, and he slowly walked forward in the darkness holding on to the wall, and behind him, there was a strong smell of blood.

There were also two corpses, four hours ago, who had been his partner, but after inhaling the damn mist, they were crushed by fear and began to fight in the small space with pistols and blades, and in the end he was the only one who survived.

He walked to the window, stretched out his hand to pull the heavy curtain open, letting the dim light into the room, and looking out of the window, the street was dead silent, not even a single person was moving, his eyesight was good, so he could still see those who were lying in the street without knowing whether they were alive or dead.

There was also a horse that had lost its owner, and after the fog slowly subsided, it regained its composure, and was now standing alone under the street lamp, as if looking for its owner.

It's a house on the edge of the Narrow Island, and it's supposed to be home to a thriving little gang, but after the attack by the Shadow Warriors ends, there's a dead silence here.

"Ha, haha..."

The guy started to laugh nervously, and he laughed as he waved the switchblade in his hand, not knowing what he was laughing at, but after a few seconds, he suddenly stopped, and he pulled a chair past him, oblivious to the unpleasant sound of the bulky chair slashing across the floor.

He sat down in his chair, supported his chin with his left hand and began to think, like a philosopher, he suddenly stuck the switchblade in his hand on the table, and then carefully pulled off his purple coat, tiptoed out a playing card with blood from his lined pocket, he did it very carefully, as if he was afraid of disturbing anyone, he closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

After a few seconds, he jerked out the card and threw it on the table, and by the dim light he saw the appearance of the clown on the card.

"Ah, I'm lucky!"

He pursed his lips, his mood became cheerful at a speed visible to the naked eye, he stood up humming a song, kicked down the stool he was sitting on, and accidentally pulled the wound, he grinned in pain, he looked back at the two guys who had long lost their lives lying in the dark room, and he said with a trace of sadness,

"It's a pity, we actually get along well, but we will always be separated, I'm used to it!"

With that, he pressed his whole face to the glass in front of him, opened his mouth, and breathed on it, and then drew a clown pattern on the glass with his clumsy painting skills, and then left contentedly covering his wounds, and when he turned around for the last time, he stared at the only mirror in the house.

Reflected on it was a face covered in white paint, with a high abnormal right hairline, and a mess of blond hair, dark circles under the eyes deliberately made with black dye, and a mouth painted with bright red paint on the mouth and sides of the mouth.

The skin at the corner of the mouth torn and stitched by sharp objects is clearly visible, which makes this originally comical look have a trace of abnormal distortion and madness, this combination is called fear!

He took a deep breath, and the gas, still faintly poisonous, was breathed into his mouth and nose, and the sensory world in front of him distorted again, and he saw in the mirror that he was talking to him and smiling at him.

He stood in front of the mirror in a daze, and finally grinned, revealing a bitter grin,

"Hey, that's me..."

"That's it, joker!

"Bang"

The door to the room was shut, and after the last survivor left, the hellish place was dominated by the silence of death, and it would be days before anyone noticed it, and the corpses here.

But in any case, the narrow island was destroyed, and this invasion was finally over.