Gotham, a crazy, quirky, dark city.

Its night sky is always cloudy, and the city's shrill sirens never stop.

It's like beneath its flashy surface, there is dirt and dirt hidden in the shadows.

It is a paradise for criminals and a paradise for madmen. There are nearly twenty crime families alone, and in addition, there are several secret gangs that are even more murderous and unscrupulous.

Such an environment has also allowed it to cultivate many famous supervillains.

For many years, there has been only one person fighting against these supervillains, and he is the detective of the Gotham Police Department, James Gordon.

As the only light of justice in Gotham, Gordon paid a huge price in order to maintain the justice in his heart and the justice of the law, and became the most tragic tragic hero in the city.

The days of no hope have been greatly improved in the three months after Yongqiang appeared.

Gotham has become the only world, and the Origin is no longer preyed upon by the reincarnations, and it can finally breathe a sigh of relief and begin to slowly repair the wounds it has suffered and reforge the world order.

This is reflected in the fact that the crime rate in the city continues to decrease, and the citizens' desire and voice for justice are getting higher and higher, and they are no longer silent about the atrocities of the criminals.

Some of our comrades, who also have justice in their hearts, have also stood up to fight the criminals together.

Among them, the most famous is the young successor of the Wayne Consortium.

Gordon was delighted to feel the change, thinking that the gloom that had hung over the city was finally about to dissipate.

But his vision lasted only three months.

Half a month ago, a portal glowing with a hazy starlight appeared out of thin air in the city.

In the panicked and confused eyes of the people, ten reincarnators with different images came out of it, they smiled cruelly, looking at the citizens around them, like looking at a herd of cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, dozens of policemen who surrounded them, and their heads were cut off almost instantly.

It also announced that the nightmare had once again befallen Gotham.

This time, it is not only a nightmare for ordinary citizens, but also a nightmare for supervillains who have always been unscrupulous.

In a ruined laboratory.

The cables were torn off, sparks were sparkling, beakers, test tubes and other utensils were shattered, and the delicate instruments had been turned into a lump of iron by inhuman forces.

Tick!

A drop of crystal water slid down the slanted top of the metal bench in the lab, and fell on a pale and puffy finger, splashing into a puff of mist.

The owner of the hand, called Victor.

He once changed the cellular structure of his body in an accident, and his whole body became cold-blooded, and his body temperature must be kept below zero at all times to survive, and he will die at normal room temperature.

Instead of defeating him, this ordeal led him to invent a set of cryogenic armor that provided super durability and super strength, and with the help of the Cryo Gun, he launched a series of death revenge, killing all the enemies who caused the accident, and became a well-known villain in Gotham City, nicknamed Mr. Freeze.

In Gotham City, everyone knows that Victor is almost invincible in the cold.

But five days ago, in this completely frozen laboratory, he lost a duel with a reincarnation.

The price of defeat is death.

Instead of killing him with their own hands, the enemy took his cryogenic armor......

In a damp, gloomy alley three blocks from Victor's lab, the penguin Wald Chesterfield Cobott lay weakly in the red stagnant water with his head bowed.

He had been hit by more than a dozen bullets in the chest, and the wound had long since rotted.

This Gotham's king of the underworld, like many of his rivals he has killed, is like an old dog, who has died silently in a remote and dark corner.

A fly went around the low-hanging brim of his hat and landed on his round shriveled eyes, probed with its mouthparts a few times, and then flew up to his hand, crawled along the tiger's mouth over the muddy black umbrella, rested for a few seconds on his high-end leather shoes, and then buzzed away as if attracted by something.

The fly flew higher and higher, and in a city full of rotting and stinking smells, it seemed to have infinite momentum, flying over the high roofs and down a wide street filled with countless corpses, to a garden on the southern outskirts of the city.

There were also many corpses lying in the garden, these corpses were dressed in the clothes of ordinary residents, there were no obvious external injuries, but their faces were still confused and painful before death, and most of them had begun to stink and rot, indicating that they had been dead for some time.

The flies breathed in the scent and flew to the middle of the garden.

There is a sculpture pool, and in front of the pool is a flagpole, and at the top of the flagpole hangs a monster with a human crocodile head more than two meters high.

Killer Crocodile, whose name has many stories in Gotham, attacks the ordinary residents of Gotham City like the famous urban legend of the Sewer Crocodile, but most of the time, he is just the vanguard or cannon fodder of other villains.

The fly spotted the big hanging dick and flew to his stomach with great encouragement, climbing up and down excitedly on his pulled intestines.

He was hanged by his own intestines.

Not far from the garden, is the Gotham Police Station.

For many years, this Gotham City place of justice has not imprisoned any important criminals, corruption and mediocrity are synonymous with it, there is nothing that cannot be solved with a bag of dollars, if there is, then two bags of dollars.

Now, it's more like a slaughterhouse.

Every few meters, there is a pile of minced meat mixed with clothes and bone chips, the size of the broken flesh, the small one the size of a fingernail, all as if cut by a master knife worker, like a Rubik's cube.

If you put these pieces together, you can even put together a whole person.

Outside the door of the police station, there was a string of bloody heads.

These dead heads are all big names in Gotham City, including the chief of police, the chief of finance, the minister of interior affairs, and the mayor......

Rumble!

A violent explosion broke the dead silence of the city.

In the woods on the southern outskirts of Gotham City, in the famous Arkham Asylum, James Gordon struggled to press the clown against the wall, and the force was so great that the rocket launcher on the latter's shoulder flew five or six meters away, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

"What do you want to do?" Gordon asked, glaring at the clown viciously.

The young clown sneered evilly: "Of course, we have taken out our common enemy." ”

", can you see that stealth killer?" Gordon asked.

"Of course I can't see it, but I know where it's going." The clown leaned weakly against the wall and grinned.

Gordon heard this and punched the clown hard: "So, you shoot at the blind master." ”

"Didn't he try to save us? If he sacrificed his life to kill his opponent, he wouldn't mind. Anyway, he didn't have much strength to fight. The clown laughed.

Gordon, as a decent and upright policeman, heard such a despicable and selfish remark from the clown, and he didn't know how to refute it.

He threw a heavy hook that knocked the clown to the ground, hurried to the window, and looked out.

When the smoke cleared, revealing the figure of the mysterious blind swordsman, Gordon finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although his origin is unknown, this powerful blind swordsman has extraordinary swordsmanship and seems to know many secrets.

Half a month ago, before the space door appeared, he came to the center of the city early to wait. As soon as the group of villains appeared, they slew one of them with their peerless swordsmanship.

But the strength of this group of invaders was extremely strong, and immediately a female ninja stood with the blind swordsman, and the others began to destroy the city.

In just fifteen days, they killed nearly a quarter of the people in Gotham City.

The blind swordsman fought the slender female ninja with plump breasts and buttocks for five days and five nights, killing the female ninja.

During this period, the other eight people continued to destroy the city, not only did they not have the slightest grief or sadness for the death of their comrades, but ridiculed the female ninja for losing face for the Hidden Squad, and after returning to deduct half of her reward for this operation, and then sent another person to fight the blind swordsman.

If the female ninja is flexible, good at ninjutsu, and there are still traces to follow, the blind swordsman's opponent this time is simply an invisible demon.

Only the claw marks and flashes of black shadows that appeared on the surrounding buildings from time to time made one realize that the blind swordsman's opponent did exist.

This battle, sometimes stopped, sometimes fierce, has continued to this day.

When the battle stopped, Gordon took the blind swordsman to move around to dodge, and rescued some locals who were unwilling to be ravaged by the reincarnation and chose to fight the reincarnation.

The Joker is one of them.

He doesn't have much of a reputation in Gotham City at the moment, but his perverse personality and unpredictable style of behavior have caused Gordon a headache.

For example, half a minute ago, he pulled out a bazooka out of nowhere and fired a shot at the blind swordsman.

Thick flames and smoke from debris enveloped blind swordsmen and invisible foes alongside.

Fortunately, the blind swordsman is still alive.

But soon, Gordon's brow furrowed.

He discovers that the blind swordsman survived the rocket attack because of an invisible barrier behind him.

This barrier blocked all attacks from rockets.

"He can't die until the main owner plays." A voice came from afar, followed by a string of eerie sneers.

A white-haired middle-aged man in a white shirt, jeans, and a peaked cap walked out from behind a tree not far away.

When Gordon saw him, his face changed suddenly.

This man is in league with the invisible enemy, and the invisible enemy does things according to his orders, and these days, Gordon and the Joker have also thought of many ways to try to kill him, and several times they obviously killed him, but it didn't take long for him to reappear intact, as if he had countless lives.

"You annoying rats, you can die."

The transparent wall, which loomed in the smoke, slowly shrank and gathered into a tall and slender black shadow of two meters and three.

This also made Gordon see his appearance clearly in an instant.

It was not a person at all, but a monster covered in black bandages, with a flat snake head and sharp claws.

The monster's figure appeared for less than half a second, and then disappeared again.

A fast, invisible sword light appeared from behind the monster's vanishing and slashed towards its waist, but after a string of sparks emerged, it was halfway through.

The blind swordsman clutched the wound in his abdomen with one hand and his sword in the other, trying to stab the sword out.

But his injuries were too severe, seriously affecting his strength and the speed of his sword.

"I can't help myself." The cap snorted coldly.

Click!

The long sword was broken, and the blind swordsman's abdomen once again broke several wounds, throwing out bright blood flowers and flying out.

The invisible monster followed as light as nothing, trying to penetrate the blind swordsman's abdomen with another claw, completely nullifying the latter's mobility, and suddenly, the space of its path seemed to be distorted by some strange force field, emitting a blue light, and then an extremely powerful fist pierced through the blue force field, and instead punched a huge hole in its abdomen.

The blue force field expands, revealing the pained expression of the invisible monster's mouth wide open.

The cap was distressed when he saw the alien monster injured, and hurriedly recalled it.

Then, I heard a voice that was even more arrogant than his tone sounded: "Bullying an injured old man can still be so high-spirited and confident, when the real king is angry." Why don't I accompany you on a two-trick walk? ”

The sound sounded from the top of the cap's head.

The cap's pupils shrank, and he didn't hesitate to rush forward.

A sword flash flashed, and his head was separated from his body as it flew away.

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