Chapter 45: 9. The arrival of the Kuroshio

"You are willing to be deceived by a fool, and you are not willing to focus on what is really important. Gotham will be destroyed by you! Bastard!"
If you just listen to this sentence, then Secretary Lauber is definitely one of the characters who touched Gotham, but the fact is that he and his unreasonable arrogance and arrogance are affecting what really matters, so he Eventually was "invited" out.
"Lauber was not such a stubborn person." Alfred whispered, "It's just that Falconi's death put his status in jeopardy. He now urgently needs to do something to maintain his current position, only That's all."
"Oh oh! Listen to what you say, old man."
Cyber ​​said exaggeratedly, "So for the fat man's position, the whole city, including you, are going to have their heads cut off with their hands tied?"
He put his hands on the table, his head on the palm, he looked at the crowd in front of him, "I actually doubt how this kind of thing is sitting in the position of the chief of police, such a position does not need a heart of justice And is it done by someone with great ability? For example, Sheriff Jim Gordon, I think he is good, Mr. Nestor, what do you say?"
"Cough"
Of course Gordon knew who was behind the mask, but he was really embarrassed about such an ingenious "recommendation". He coughed a little and was preparing to speak, but was interrupted by the mayor’s assistant. The young and capable Nestor put it bluntly,
"That's a legacy problem, we can talk about it later, and now let me talk about you, Mr. Mystery, although I don't know the sign myself, from the opinion of Major Thomas, your message is trustworthy, so let us Let’s get to the point, who are they? Why are they attacking Gotham? And how are they going to attack Gotham?

Cyber ​​turned to look at Alfred, who nodded at him,
"This is for me to introduce. After receiving the warning from Mr. Mystery, the Wayne family spent a lot of effort to collect information about them. That organization is called the Shadow Warrior Alliance. Yes, it sounds stupid, but it is really Existence, and the history of existence far exceeds our imagination. The London Fire of 1666 was from their hands, including after the modernization, the several horrible massacres in Europe are related to them."
Alfred bite clearly, and in just a few words, the horror of the Shadow Warriors League was rendered, and then the tone increased, attracting the attention of everyone present,
"As for why they are staring at Gotham, it is a pity that we do not know the specific reasons, but according to their internal situation, this is likely to be an action related to evil beliefs, you can treat them as armed The cultists are fighting hard and carelessly. The most important thing is that they have undergone rigorous training, which is more difficult to deal with than ordinary soldiers, and their execution is extremely strong. That is why I found Battier!"
Alfred looked at Nestor, and his white-haired face revealed a dignity,
"Before the National Guard arrives, we cannot put all our hopes on the Gotham Police Station. I believe Mr. Gordon shares the same opinion!"
The two nodded slowly. The Gotham police station is no longer bad. Major Thomas is a soldier. He is more concerned about the other hand. After Alfred finished speaking, he knocked on the table. Low Asked,
"So what about their possible offensive mode of organization?"
"They can dispatch 300-500 people."
Alfred said at his discretion that this number was what he learned from his junior. The Shadow Warriors Alliance is a huge organization. Such an arm can even be called an army.
"As for the offensive mode, we have received confirmation that they are holding an instrument off the Atlantic Ocean to be sent to the Nevada Desert for military experimentation, which was designed by Wayne Industries for the US military’s desert combat plan. Quickly evaporate all liquids within 5 blocks."
"It doesn't sound threatening, can it evaporate body water?"
Major Thomas asked with a frown, and Alfred replied in a low voice, "Yes! But I don't think they will use it to evaporate anyone's blood."
The expressions of the people were puzzled, and Lucius, who was leaning on the door, stretched out a finger.
"Mr. Major, what if the evaporated water contains psychotoxins?"
"boom"
Thomas stood up from the chair in an instant, his hands on the table, and looked at Lucius and Alfred solemnly, "Are you sure?"
They did not answer, but the expression on their faces had proved everything. The major turned his attention to Nestor and Gordon. From their ugly complexion, the major already knew the answer to this question, yes, Nestor and Gore Deng immediately thought of the poisoning incident at the Arkham Asylum in Narrow Island a few days ago.
"I immediately contacted the Honshu National Guard Command!"
The major left the seat, and he hesitated.
But IMHO, it will take 3 hours for the National Guard Force unit closest to Gotham to come over, and with the time for communication and reporting, it will most likely exceed 4 hours. Is there enough time?"
"Of course...not enough!"
Cyber ​​stood up with his shoulders spread, his hands spread out, "Guys, don't be illusory, they have come! My assistant was attacked by them on the narrow island, yes, they have touched your house Now, maybe the next moment will lift the knife and cut it towards your neck."
"I immediately returned to the city hall and suggested to the mayor to evacuate the people."
Nestor is a real activist. He stood up, put his coat in his hand, and Gordon also stood up. "I...hey, I can call those police officers who are still willing to act, mount police And reinstall the police, but I don’t know where to take them?"
"Go to Narrow Island!"
Lucius, who had been standing at the door, took out a display from his pocket. It was a high-level bird's-eye view of Gotham. A red circle showed an unusually obvious view on that picture, which surrounded the center of Gotham.
"This is the only means of transportation that can cover the entire city center in the shortest time. If I were the shadow warrior, I would put the instrument on top of it, just walk around, 30 minutes, Gotham City 40 % Of the place will be completely covered by the fear gas rising into the air, and the center of the city’s water system is below the Wayne Building, where it is the end point, once they get there, the city’s water supply system is finished, this It will be the beginning of the second wave of chaos."
Lucius glanced at everyone and whispered, "Yes, I'm talking about the empty rail train. Its starting point is on the narrow island. What they want is not destruction, everyone, they want chaos! So this Is the path they are most likely to choose."
"understood!"
Gordon nodded. Under the black-framed glasses, there were a pair of firm eyes. "I will do my best to guard the road to the narrow island. I will not let them pass so easily!"
"Very good, then act, everyone!"
Alfred clenched his fists. "Time is no longer on our side. Grasp every minute and every second."
The crowd left, and Cyber ​​didn’t take off the black mask. He said in a stern voice,
"I told you the news last night. You didn't start acting until this evening. Father Afu, your efficiency is too bad!"
"This can't blame Afu, Cyber."
Lucius sat a little tired next to him, took off his gold-rimmed eyes, rubbed his eyes,
"Falconi has corroded the city’s conquest department into a sieve. We have to spend a long time to distinguish who is a friend and who is an opponent. You should not really think that the film warriors are not installed in the Gotham city government. Are you yourself? Haven’t you wondered why Klein became the most famous local doctor in only 2 years?"
"God, I feel more and more now that I am on a ship that is about to sink."
Cyberman said maliciously, "Maybe I'm still in the shadow warrior's camp, maybe I can still have a life. With such a teammate here, can we really win? Look at the outside, they are still brightly prepared. Carnival till dawn!"
"This is not their war."
Battier, who had never spoken, the one who was only wearing a training vest on this late autumn night, about 50 years old, and the spirited old man said, "Afu never expected them to help, Mr. Mysterious Man, Didn’t you ask how many mercenaries Lao Fu found?"
"Ok?"
Cyber ​​was instantly interested, and he turned to look at Alfred, who was sitting there. The latter noticed Cyber's gaze, and three fingers deep in his face shook in front of Cyber.
"300 people, the best kind we can hire!"
"what!"
Cyber ​​stood up suddenly, and he finally heard the good news, "I withdraw that sentence, I finally found a trusted teammate, Alfred. If we win, you will definitely be the biggest hero. .. wait, who are those people?"
Afu looked out of the window with Saber’s finger, where an orange pick-up truck with some old Daddy’s old pickup was parked in front of Wayne Castle, and a black dress was walking out of it. Elderly gentlemen carrying a walking stick, and five or six other people dressed in various colors, they walked into the castle and seemed to be blocked, but soon the security guards at the door let them in.
"I'm not very familiar with Gotham's high society. Father Afu, have you seen them?"
Cyber ​​turned his head to look at the old butler, the expression on the latter's face became difficult to see, he shook his head,
"Something is wrong! Battier, prepare your people!"
The mercenary leader grabbed the baseball cap from the table, put it on his head, and strode out. Saber also took out his mobile phone and dialed Kevin's phone. After 1 minute, the call was smooth, and then Saber Hearing the girl's coquettish sound and Kevin's violent gasp,
"What... what? I'm busy..."
This sound almost immediately attracted the eyes of Afu and Lucius, looking at the strange eyes of the two old guys, and Saber's face under the mask also became awkward, but the mask was not removed.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his roaring desire, and said indifferently,
"Go drive, get things, Kevin, the opportunity you want is here!"
"......it is good!"
On the other side of the microphone came the sound of a jiggle, and after a few seconds, Kevin's voice came again,
"Head, I will go right away!"
On the other side, Bruce Wayne, who was standing in the hall and talking to those who could not even remember his name, felt bored again and again. When the war was about to come, he had to be distracted to deal with it. These troublesome people made him feel helpless.
But his other layer of identity is doomed that he cannot join the small meeting that is being held, he can only stay here and play his role as a playboy, life is already troubled enough, if another layer is added The identity that needs to be disguised, life is really no fun.
Bruce drank the sweet and greasy wine in his hand, set the wine glass aside, and then the sweet voice of the maid rang behind him,
"Master Wayne, there is a visitor who has not made an appointment. He says he is your old friend."
"Oh?"
Wayne eased his shoulder, and he turned around, "My friend is..."
He saw the tall man who looked at him indifferently. His beard was trimmed like a tiger's beard, gray and spread to his mouth. Bruce's second sentence didn't say it, and that figure was superb. The maid is still introducing,
"He said his name was Lars..."
"Lals. Al Gore."
Bruce's left hand rested on the shoulder of the maid he had never seen before, and whispered, "Come on, let Afu prepare to "entertain the guests."
The maid gave Wayne a wink, but Wayne did not notice her, but locked her eyes on the silent tall man in front of her, so the maid could only helplessly turn around and leave.
"No! You are not him! You are not Lars Al Gore! I killed him myself!"
Bruce stared at the tall guy, and he whispered that the next moment, another familiar voice rang behind him,
"But isn't Lars Al Gore immortal?"
"Isn't his will beyond reality?"
When Bruce Wayne heard the voice, his whole body shook like a lightning strike. He gritted his teeth and looked at the familiar and respectful figure behind him.
"Of course, one of the most famous sons of Gotham who went out in the middle of the night to do the chivalrous justice has double identity. You should not complain about the double identity of an old friend."
"Ducard! It's you!!!"
The old gentleman put down the cane in his hand and leaned it in front of him. His hawk-like eyes were on Bruce. His moustache was white, separated on both sides, spreading around his mouth, and decorated like a real one. The tiger's beard is average, which makes him look like a very majestic character.
"Call me Lars Al Gore, Bruce Wayne, my best disciple! Are you happy to see me?"