Anti-hero of a certain comic

108. Time to wake up from dream

"Artificial rainfall?"

Batman looked up and watched the cannonballs shoot into the clouds, making a thunderous sound.

The dark clouds shook, and the light after the explosion was vaguely visible.

"Thanks to you for letting Mr. Fox develop the antidote. You have to prepare for the worst in everything, right? Even if the Shadow Warriors Alliance completes its plan, I think this method will be enough to prevent Gotham from falling into a nightmare. "

Leo's relaxed voice with a smile sounded in the communication channel. Even in the face of such a severe situation, he could not feel the slightest tension.

He was currently on top of the Wayne Group building, with a middle-aged black male standing next to him.

Lucius Fox, who once served as the director of Wayne Group's applied science department, is also one of the company's shareholders.

After former CEO Earl stepped down, he was appointed as the new manager by Bruce Wayne.

While taking care of the Wayne Group, Fox often provided technical support to Batman, such as the invulnerable combat armor, grapple gun, and Batmobile.

The method of artificial rainfall was what he thought of.

Leo actually didn't stay at Falcone's mansion for long. He took a helicopter straight to Gotham and found Fox immediately.

Compared with stopping the Shadow Warrior Alliance or destroying the microwave transmitter, releasing the antidote on a large scale is obviously the key point.

"It will take about two to three minutes to wake up Gotham from this nightmare. Contact the Gotham Police Department and ask them to come out and wash the floor... ahem, clean up the mess."

Almost half of the entire city of Gotham was covered in fear gas, which had a huge impact.

Chaos and violence spread like wildfire, and if there is no force to stop it, it will trigger even greater riots.

At this time, you need to rely on the help provided by the government!

Although the Gotham Police Department dispatched a large number of police officers in order to hunt down Batman, riot police and SWAT teams were dispatched one after another.

But there are many remaining police officers in the branch. They just haven't reacted temporarily. In addition, they lack effective command and don't know what to do.

"Gordon, please reply and at least let me know that you are still alive."

Leo looked at Gotham in the night and called Gordon, who had already entered Naihe Island.

He thought that the police detective would not die easily. After all, after getting the scarecrow's fear gas, he handed him a tube of antidote.

At this time, a commander with leadership skills must step forward, and Detective Gordon, the gang's nemesis, is naturally the best candidate.

"Ahem, cough... I'm still alive."

Gordon's voice sounded intermittently on the communication channel.

After entering Naihe Island, the police detective first noticed that something was wrong.

The Central Station where they boarded the Skytrain was occupied by a group of guys wearing black armor and dressed like ninjas.

He originally wanted to lead the riot police over to check and divert attention from arresting Batman, but he and his partner Fleiss were directly subdued by several shadow warriors.

This also allowed Gordon to luckily avoid the attack of the fear gas, but he was hit on the back of the head, which still hurt a little.

"This...is really a nightmarish night."

Gordon staggered out of the station, cold rain pouring on his face.

The residents of Naihe Island were originally infected by the poisonous fear gas, screaming and running around, or allowing violence to dominate their bodies and minds.

Now the pouring rain is washing over Gotham, and the fog covering half of the city is slowly dissipating, and it seems that everything is over.

"Gordon, do what you have to do."

Leo said calmly, as most of Gotham was currently in chaos.

Even if the poison of fear dissipates, it will still take a certain amount of time to restore social order.

And there must be a police station to maintain law and order, otherwise more serious crimes will easily breed.

In this invasion of the Shadow Warrior Alliance, Naihe Island was the hardest hit area, followed by the Upper East Side and the Old City.

Even if some areas are not affected by fear gas, the broken order and incompetent police amplify the evil thoughts of criminals and villains, causing small-scale riots to occur frequently.

Robbery, vandalism, and violence continue to occur throughout the city.

Batman can save Gotham, but he can't stabilize the situation.

"I'm James Gordon! Call the dispatch center, call the dispatch center, please send all police forces to reinforce Naihe Island and maintain law and order in the surrounding areas."

Gordon has always been very responsible, or someone like him,

Born with a sense of mission and responsibility, he can always stand up at critical moments.

"There are many injured here and they need ambulances and emergency medical treatment!"

In the following time, Gordon completely became a commander-like role.

The lights of ambulances shuttled back and forth across the city. Due to the real shortage of manpower, in order to maintain law and order in various neighborhoods, the Gotham Police Department even dispatched mounted police officers.

They ride on tall horses, carry riot shields and electric batons, and patrol the streets and urban areas to enforce the law.

When the white mist slowly dissipated, people looked around blankly. What they saw were the ruins with thick smoke, and the sounds of crying and shouting one after another.

The cold rain extinguished the fear in their hearts, as if they had finally woken up from a terrible dream.

Several hours later, Gordon still stood on Naihe Island.

He breathed a long sigh of relief as he looked at the injured people who were being loaded onto stretchers and put into ambulances.

The bad situation was finally brought under control and did not get worse.

The detective fumbled in his coat pockets several times, but found nothing.

Just as he was shaking his head and sighing, a cigarette was handed to him.

"The nightmare is over, Detective Gordon."

The person who spoke was Deadshot, who didn't know when he appeared on Naihe Island.

"Thank you. Are you... Mr. Lawton?"

Gordon took the cigarette and lit it with the other person's lighter.

Taking a deep breath, the nicotine penetrates down the throat and into the lungs, slightly relieving the tired spirit.

He knew this man in a red and black uniform. He always followed Leo, and he should be a bodyguard-like figure.

"It's really like a nightmare. Even if you wake up, you will still feel lingering fears about this terrible disaster."

Gordon murmured in a low voice as he looked at the devastated Naihe Island. How many innocent people would die in the chaos spreading tonight?

The string of numbers that kept beating in the back of his mind, like bloody unfamiliar faces, made Mr. Detective afraid to think about it any more.

"Where's your boss and Batman?"

Gordon asked softly, holding a lit cigarette between his fingers.

Although he was not directly involved in this disaster, the reason why Gotham can still survive should be attributed to Leo and Batman.

"Just like in the movie, at the end, the real protagonists always have to chat with each other for a few words before the 'End' subtitles are released."

Deadshot smiled and looked up at the towering building in the distance.

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"You called in the National Guard?"

On top of the Wayne Group building, Batman stands like a statue.

The cold night wind stirred the cloak, and the rain hit the black armor, turning into finer water droplets and sliding down.

He looked down at the city below. Although the Shadow Warrior Alliance had been eliminated, it was not that simple to restore order.

A few minutes ago, the National Guard began to move into Gotham and set up sentries in various streets to form a complete line of defense.

The ambulances shuttled back and forth and the police maintaining order brought a sense of security to the innocent citizens who were suffering from fear.

"It's easy to create chaos, but it's hard to restore order."

Leo lowered his head and said, as if full of profound meaning.

"The pain this disaster has brought to Gotham is far more than that. Those who have faced their inner fears in the dark, those whose hands are stained with blood that cannot be washed away... they will be there for countless nights in the future. , recalling this moment.”

"Violence, killing, madness... Once the inner beast breaks out of the cage, it will be difficult to lock it back in."

Batman was speechless, he knew Leo was right.

It is far more difficult to restrain anger and stick to the bottom line than to indulge yourself and become a slave to desire.

It is easy to let go of your inner moral shackles, kill coldly, and fight violence with violence.

But there are only a few people who can always stick to their inner principles and never waver no matter what.

Batman can't guarantee that he won't fall. Once he crosses that line, he is likely to become just like a real violent person.

"But this long night is finally over, isn't it?"

Leo raised his head and took a deep breath, and the moist air hit his face.

When he turned around again, Batman was gone.

"Depend on!"