Although Gotham is not far from the metropolis, many people may not have visited the city next door several times in their lives. Their understanding of each other often comes from the news media or hearsay.

There are three ways to go to Gotham. One is to take a half-hour flight. This flight is one of the shortest flights in the United States, from Metropolitan Airport to Gotham Airport. The other is to take a boat from the ferry. However, because the city ports are mixed with people of all kinds, there are very few middle-class people who choose to do this. If you have to choose one of the ferries and driving, most of them prefer the third method, which is to pass the Bay Bridge.

Logically speaking, the Bay Bridge road is the most efficient and simplest, and it takes less time than the full set of security checks required to take a plane. However, as long as you can afford the air ticket, there are always more people willing to fly Gotham. The airport has a big goal and security checks cannot prevent any super criminals, but most Gotham criminals cannot fly, at least they are a little psychologically comforting.

As for the Bay Bridge, this bridge can be said to be one of the most unlucky landmarks in the United States, and the first place on this ranking is the Avengers Building.

On average, the Bay Bridge is tortured by various criminal organizations for at least ten or eight times a year with various names and purposes. The strafing of the bridge is a small fight. The more powerful ones can blow it up from the middle or simply sink it into the water. Most of the criminals here have no creativity, and the opening remarks always copy each other. Over time, it becomes a routine - "Batman! Come on! I'll wait for you here!" It can be seen that Batman's popularity in the Gotham villain dating world.

Freya never thought she was a bad person in the past, but since she came to Earth, she has become a huge accident.

When you go out, you encounter robbery, you will hit a murder in the alley, you will always chase cars at highways, and travel will change into a fight. From time to time, there will be super villains who will fight against the sky, the earth and the air.

She lived in Washington a year and a half ago. Once on her way back from a business trip to Boston, she met a man in a hooded hoodie and a large group of people who looked like gangsters chasing cars on an elevated road. The scene was bloody and terrible. She carried the family of three who had crashed into the van in front and walked one kilometer before getting off the bridge;

Three months later, he set out for a business trip to New York. This time he was almost shot away when he was on the highway. She slammed the steering wheel and rescued her beloved car. Steve, a neighbor who lives on the same building as her, fought with another black shaping madman with a fitness posture that normal people would never have. Almost accepting his fate, Freya got out of the car and kicked the gunman who was blocking the road off the viaduct and rescued the driver who had overturned the car in front.

I thought it was the limit to encountering two gangster revenge incidents within three months. I never expected that after arriving in New York that night, I had not heated up in the hotel. I could find strange scales and stains at the sewer entrance at the corner when I went out for a midnight snack. Not long after, she met the third man who liked to wear tights, and compared to the first two, this one could even spin silk...

hehe.

The first hundred times fuck this world.

After you go back, you must complain to the Propaganda Department.

This is what Freya thought when she was forced to stop halfway after she just stepped on the bridge.

Almost every car owner is honking the horn impatiently. The Bay Bridge is considerable in length and is just about to catch up with the work rush. Once it is delayed, many people will not be able to check in.

Freya did not join the crowd of honking. From the beginning, she focused her attention on her eyes and saw the real situation ahead.

On the section of the bridge near Gotham, a bus with the "LEXCORP" printed on the body seemed to be lifted up by external forces and blocked the road. The car was carrying a large number of children and several teachers. The children carried schoolbags, snacks and some toys around, and seemed to be on an organized trip. This should have been a very happy thing, but unfortunately this experience may leave a lifelong shadow on them.

"Stay still!"

With a gunshot, her pupils shrank.

The owners behind couldn't see what was going on, and did not know what danger they were in. Most of them did not hear the sound of gunfire sounds from the horns, and even those who heard them thought that some unlucky guy had a tire on the bridge. But as the car in front began to reverse wildly, the stuck people began to open the car door and run back, and everyone panicked for a moment.

Freya's car was stuck in the two cars in front, making an ominous creaking sound.

She saw a dozen men dressed in uninventive clothes and covered in "I'm not a good person, I'm a gangster" and walked out from the back of the bus with guns. The one who shot in the sky just now was the leader. He laughed loudly and kicked the bus wheel. The crying and screaming of the children came from through the glass.

Freya has always looked down on the person who had surgery on her children the most. Seeing this, she immediately turned over and carried the suitcase in the back seat of the car to her and took out a paper bag from it. The bag contained a wholesale cloth head cover. In the past, parents used to tease the children on Halloween. Freya grabbed one casually, but was not lucky. This time she touched a green dinosaur head cover. She shook in disgust, and finally put it on her head silently.

For God's sake, she thought happily that if it was for Batman this time, she would go to Batman for the appearance fee after she finished killing the Wayne group.

The only time out of a hundred times, God seemed to hear what she was thinking. This time the villain was not really for the bat.

The radio on the car was originally playing music, but when the style changed, a news suddenly broke out. The announcer explained the situation in a nervous tone: a group of militants occupied the Metropolitan Bank and the Museum at the same time, controlled hundreds of hostages, and demanded that the government release the leader of the detained terrorist organization. The leader was previously confirmed to be a superpower, and a government spokesman claimed that the Metropolitan was just a transit station, and the criminal was actually on the way to Washington. According to the plan, the Avengers and third-party personnel will take over in two days. That is to say, for anyone who wants to rescue him, the Metropolitan is their last chance.

In order to block the metropolis, militants who came to rescue bombed the police station, security bureau and airport, and blocked other paths to and from the metropolis. Now there is chaos everywhere. According to reports, due to the widespread involvement, government departments dare not act rashly. Superman appeared near the airport and worked with firefighters to rescue survivors in the fire and smoke. The spokesperson pleaded with the public not to panic and remain calm, and they have asked for help from outside.

Freya pursed her lips.

The Metropolitan Police Force is too busy to take care of themselves, and the security agency is in crisis. The only good thing is that Superman has arrived here, but he is also unable to do anything. Before the reinforcements arrive, the current crisis can no longer be expected.

Freya took off her garment, revealing the fighting vest inside and a simple emerald necklace on her neck. After doing this, she finally pulled out a quaint black and gray dagger from the interlayer of her handbag - it looked a little old, with a texture that looked like a bone, and a rippling golden light and a gem-like color, but no matter who it was, she would feel frightened at the first glance.

The scratches on the hilt and blade are filled with mottled colors that are unclear.

This dagger has been drunk with blood.

"There are multiple signs that mutants are related to this matter. The police warned all residents, huh... huh... huh..."

Accompanied by the harsh noises on the radio, a sharp metal twist sound came from above. Freya looked up and saw that the iron chain at the top of the bridge slowly lifted up as if it was affected by some external force. The iron chains broke one after another, and the entire bridge deck cracked like a spider web, gradually collapsed in violent shaking. The vehicles in the gap fell into the sea one after another like dumplings. People who had not yet gotten off the bus fell into the cold sea.

The sound of gunfire not far away declared the beginning of the massacre. Thanks to the hearing of ordinary people, her ears were filled with the laughter of gunmen when they committed violence.

Killing, and killing without honor.

The lines on Freya's face were tensed.

As his fingers rubbed the side of the dagger, it began to vibrate and beep, like a beast awakened from his sleep.

She inserted the dagger to her waist and opened the car door.

The entire bridge deck was in chaos, and the crowd pushed and screamed and ran for life. It was difficult to tell which ones were shot and who were injured and killed by trampling.

"Help! Save me!"

A man sat in a car with half of his body falling out of the bridge deck, screaming heart-wrenchingly. Freya pulled the car door and lifted it onto the bridge with one hand.

"Run!" she shouted, running forward against the crowd.

After a few steps, she kicked hard, and her whole person turned into a shadow and rushed towards the middle of the bridge.

There, among a circle of men in black, there was a strange-looking man wearing a helmet, tall and distinct cheek lines.

The iron chain flew around the man, like a tamed snake.

He seemed to be indifferent to the tragic phenomenon in front of him, and was even happy. When he saw someone rushing over, the man kept lifting one hand and pushed hard in the direction of her with the other hand.

Freya suddenly felt a resistance, as if someone was grabbing her hair and pulling it back. This power came from... her hair circle?

This was the one she grabbed from the dressing table in the morning. It was the most common black hair ring, and the connection was wrapped around the silver iron sheet.

I see.

She tore off the hair ring with one hand and threw it away at will, without reducing the castration.

The man's hand moved again, but it did not get any results, and a surprise appeared on his face.

Near, closer, a war cry overflowed from Freya's mouth, the sound was like thunder, and it was like a golden sword. She slammed heavily into the middle of the bridge, and gravel splashed, and a dark golden light jumped from below like a snake. The man reacted very quickly and retreated, leaving only three thugs who had not yet reacted with guns-

At first it was a chill.

Then there is pain and suffocation.

Blood gushed out from his soft throat like a waterfall.
Chapter completed!