At this moment, under the high platform of Bat Castle,
In the past, they had only one purpose for coming here, which was to worship. But tonight, they came to demand killing.
"Hand over the bat!" "Kill that liar!" "Let him come out!" shouted one after another from the crowd.
They are angry, they are passionate, they are impulsive, they are crazy.
It all... started with that smiley face symbol in the sky. That smile seemed to have a magical power, implanting the rebellious emotion in everyone's heart. And Feng Bujue's outstanding speech became the final catalyst.
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"Sir, the situation is about to get out of control." On the high platform, a Robin quickly ran to Gordon's side and reported, "There are too many people surrounding the castle, and our troops are simply not enough..." He paused.
For a second, the expression on his face became very strange, "They haven't launched a frontal attack yet, but that is only a matter of time. Once they start to advance..."
"Okay, you don't need to go out of your way to report these things." The breast's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the Robin's narration.
The Robin was startled when he heard the sound. He hurriedly turned his head and found the breast standing two meters away from him: "Yes... I'm sorry, sir, I didn't see you..."
"I know." the_b breast said, "I'm testing the optical camouflage function of this suit of armor." He walked forward slowly, his tone as calm as ever, "It seems pretty good."
"You should go back to your post first." Gordon spoke only then, signaling the Robin to step back. After the latter left, Gordon turned to his boss and said, "It seems... we underestimated
That clown’s ability to incite.”
"Well... not necessarily." the_b breast pondered, "Actually, the tastes of this group of mobs have changed... After so many years of showing off, they have gradually forgotten my true strength. These people are tired of it.
The blood of those so-called super criminals... They want my blood."
"But we have an absolutely superior force in our hands." Gordon continued, "Those rabble-rousers don't have airships or armored vehicles, let alone heavy weapons..."
the_b breast replied: "Huh... superior strength? A total of more than a thousand troops. I don't know how many of them... have already had the idea of against me." He paused, "Although this city's
The population has declined and reversed growth due to years of war, but there are still nearly a million people. The signal soldier just said a lot, our troops are simply not enough. Even if we can exchange one for ten, or even more
One against a hundred is useless."
When Gordon heard this, a strange thought flashed through his mind, but he remained calm on the surface.
"Faith," the_b breast continued, "is the most solid barrier. If their faith collapses, then they will tear my 'god' into pieces and elect a new one - just like
That's what I did before." He snorted coldly, "Hmph... In this game, that 'clown' has the absolute upper hand. He is very powerful... and not only his skills, but also his strategy and courage.
The color surprised me even more. However..." He immediately changed the topic, "... no matter how strong the victory is, there is still the possibility of being overturned before it turns into a tangible victory."
At this point, the scheming King of Gotham has come up with a countermeasure.
"Gordon..." the_b breast said, "I thought of a plan..." He looked at the other person, "But I need your help."
Gordon's expression changed slightly, and after a moment's consideration he replied: "I will serve you, Master."
"You come and replace me." the_b breast said.
"What!" Gordon's first reaction was - this is a trap, "No...how dare I..."
"Of course I don't want you to really replace me." the_b breast immediately added, "I want you to pretend to be an uprising and swear to overthrow me. And I... will cooperate with you in a play..." He explained,
"Anyway, those mobs don't know my true appearance (according to the original setting of the comic, the_b breast's face has long been integrated with the bat mask. He can't take off the mask at all). When the time comes, we can find a scapegoat and give him
Just put on the bat mask and throw it out."
While Gordon was listening to the other party's words, he was thinking in his mind... In fact, he did have the idea of defecting. If possible, he didn't want to act, he wanted to throw the real one down and replace it as Gotham.
God.
But...he still lacks that kind of courage after all, because he is not "Gordon". The real Director Gordon died more than half a century ago. This Gordon, who acted as the number one minion of the_bce, was actually
A Robin…
He was the first Robin to follow B.C.E. When he was thirty years old, he underwent "plastic surgery" by Dr. Clipper and transformed into the legendary "Director Gordon", the god of bats.
The prophet, and the titular chief executive of Gotham City.
"Okay...I'll do it right now..." After Gordon made up his mind, he turned to the two soldiers ten meters away and said loudly, "You two, go and prepare a corpse that is close to the size of the Bat God.
And put him in a bat suit."
The two men looked at each other, hesitated for two seconds before replying in unison: "Yes! Sir."
After they left, Gordon walked to the edge of the platform, turned on his headphones, and began the last speech of his life: "My children! You have been cheated!" He shouted, "I have been cheated too! the_b
The breast is a hypocritical god, this is a hypocritical game, a hypocritical game!" He shouted and emphasized his tone, "the breast has gone crazy, but you don't have to worry, I have the situation under control!" He opened his arms.
, "People of the Bat, follow me! Support me! I have taken over the Bat Castle! Defeated the_beast!" He raised his arm and waved, "Now...let me take the blood of the false god,
Leave it to you...ah!"
His words stopped abruptly here, because the breasts had grasped his waist from behind and lifted him up horizontally.
At this moment, Gordon understood... there was no "plan" at all, there was just a trap, a trap that he failed to see through.
"Gordon is the hypocrite, a failed servant, and a liar." The_b breast is worthy of being a lifelong hero, and his strategy is not without its poison. "You see...he is crazy, he covets me.
He has held the position for many years and lied during the ceremony to deceive me. But now, he is talking nonsense... about replacing me."
"No! No! It was him... he made me..." Gordon tried to explain, but the breast's arm secretly increased strength and crushed a section of Gordon's spine, causing him to scream in pain. stand up.
"Look at this complete lunatic. There are only lies and roars in his mouth." the_b breast continued, "I...your bat god, I will hand him over to you now...for trial."
Before he finished speaking, he threw the number two figure in Gotham who had served him for many years... off the high platform. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
