Chapter 479: The Shadow of the Owl
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Standing in the morgue of the Gotham Police Station, the Winged Knight looked at the corpse that Gordon had lifted the white cloth on, and it was none other than Al Dee Cardwell. But the last time they met, this guy was still full of energy, shouting some of the big boss's favorite slogans, and now he is dead miserably, covered in bruises, and with a hideous face.
Yes, with a hideous countenance. Al Dee Cardwell's last expression was like that of a crying kid who accidentally saw the scariest scene of a horror movie, and it's hard to imagine anything under Gotham that could scare such a strong, full-grown man hiding in an iron shell.
Roy crouched down, lifted one of the corpse's arms, and examined it carefully for a moment.
"Sword wounds, very sharp swords." As he spoke, his gaze moved to the crack in the deceased's waist, "The knife wound should have been caused by a dagger." β
"Wounded by a sword at the same time?"
"And it won't be any ordinary sword." Roy cupped his chin and said, "Although I knocked out his armor, it was only the system that was paralyzed. Cardwell's armor defense is still quite good, at least it can withstand the impact of a low-altitude fall. There are probably not many swords in the world that can pierce this layer of iron as far as I know. β
"In fact, his armor was torn down." Gordon handed Roy the documents including the autopsy report and the on-site investigation report, "Take a look." β
Roy looked through the documents and saw that in the photos of the scene investigation, Cardwell's armor was splashed with sparks, cracked in many places, almost every part of the joint was cocked, and many circuits were broken.
Ordinary people may not be able to see it, but Roy can see it at a glance. The man who attacked Cardwell looked rather unusual, his sword stabbing every joint of the armor with extreme precision, and then picking up the armor plates with great force and tenacity, piercing through these holes in the armor, injuring the wearer.
It may seem simple to say, but Caldwell in armor isn't wood. Although he has been seriously injured by Roy, he still has a lot of foundation there after all, and it is impossible for him to stand still and let you poke the crack in the armor - no, before that, the fact that the other party was able to pick out so many holes in his armor with his sword was already amazing.
"Looks like we've got company again." Gordon smiled wryly, "This city is really endless. β
"You should get used to it, and we should all do." Roy said lightly, "In short, what we have to face should be a martial artist with extraordinary skills, and his path is very unique. I could tell from the scars from his sword that he had a move that I had never seen before, but the style felt ancient...... Maybe it's some kind of ancient martial arts. β
"Anyway, let's make a conclusion first, and I also remind my people to be vigilant." Gordon said, pausing for a moment, then asked, "...... you Do you know anything about Cardwell's past? On the grounds for his hatred of the police? β
"Ah, got it. Batgirl hacks Cardwell Corporation's main server, and we find a file that he once erased. "Fifteen years ago, Mallory Cardwell was hunted for stealing gems, and the police shot him during the chase. However, the whereabouts of the diamonds he stole are still unknown, and police reports say that Cardwell hid or resold them. β
Gordon sighed: "That's about it...... But you have to note that that was 15 years ago. β
After a pause, he suddenly asked, "Are you from Gotham, Winged Knight?" You haven't been active for long, and my gut tells me that you're not a native of the city. β
"I'm not."
"That's it." "So you can't imagine what Gotham was like 15 years ago, arguably the heyday of police corruption." Maybe it wasn't just the shooting, maybe someone β or some cop β took the stolen goods for himself, which was a good reason for the son to resent the Gotham police. β
Gordon sighed again: "So, in the end, it's our own fault. We started over in this city, thinking we had left behind all of our past, but we were far from it. Not all the mistakes of the past will fade into the flow of time...... Sometimes, it's like they're brewing, waiting for a good moment, and then they suddenly catch up from behind, pat you on the shoulder, and catch you off guard...... In the end, you will find out that it is still your fault. β
"We're all like that, Director." "But at the very least, the past reminds us that we're on the right path right now." β
An hour later, the Earth's surface.
The silvery-white space station hovers over the surface of the azure earth, as if looking down on everything on the entire planet. Surrounded by a ring of gold rims, anyone looking at the facility from afar from outer space would be amazed at how much humanity could build such a great project.
This is the all-new Justice League Watchtower.
"This is your first time on the watchtower, try to take it easy."
Looking down at the window of Earth, Superman said to Roy.
After thinking about it, Superman asked, "Over there in Gotham...... Are things alright? β
"Not good." Roy said dryly and calmly, "Old ways. β
"Haha, that's what I said." Superhuman, "But to be honest, you're doing a great job. β
"Thanks, just doing my best." "It's also about protecting the most precious thing he's left behind." β
"yes." Superman couldn't help but feel sad, according to the Flash, Superman was very depressed for a long time after Batman's "death", "he ...... It used to be my best friend, and we used to talk about everything......"
He paused, suddenly laughed dryly, and changed his words: "No...... I guess I'm the only one who has nothing to say to him, haha! That's Batman, after all. β
"yes." Roy smiled and said.
"I'm probably going to go to Gotham in the near future." Superman said again.
Roy turned his head: "What's the matter?" β
"Don't worry, I have no intention of interfering in Gotham's affairs...... He had warned me before to leave his business alone. Superman spread his hands helplessly and said, "I'm just going to interview, work needs." β
Roy couldn't help but think of Bruce now, working in a children's welfare home as an ordinary person, living a normal life.
He might find out sooner or later, right? If it's Superman......
Let it be.
"Welcome to Gotham, then." (To be continued.) )