American Comics: Multiverse of Madness.

Chapter 270 The Fall of Gotham
Gotham, which has been shrouded in dark clouds all year round and under the shadow, is now like a purgatory on earth.

The streets were already in chaos, with countless people fleeing in all directions, hoping to survive this horrific disaster. However, their fear would not affect any outcome, and would even attract more demonoids.

The sirens of police cars echoed throughout the neighborhood, but these lines of defense were nothing more than candles in the wind. Because the enemy invaded so suddenly, the Gotham Police Department was not prepared at all, and many police officers were mobilized temporarily. .

Under the attack of demonoids, the police's defense line is gradually disintegrating. Those bullets are okay against ordinary demonoids, but when facing the demonoids of the Doomsday, it is no different from burning fire sticks.

But even so, they still did not give up. The entire Gotham Police Department was empty, and all the members who took office were put into combat positions.

They shouted 'GCPD' and headed towards the block with the largest flow of people, where countless demonoids were slaughtering civilians, and that was the battlefield where they were needed most.

The gunfire roared endlessly, and the battle lasted less than half an hour. One-third of Gotham had already fallen. By the time people reacted, this isolated island outside the mainland was already isolated and helpless.

"Director, is there no news from Batman yet!?"

The bat warning light was lit again, and a bright bat logo hung on the sky above the thick dark clouds. However, at this time, this logo, which symbolized courage and hope, had no effect.

"There has been no response so far. I'm afraid we can only rely on ourselves." Director Gordon stood on the rooftop, looking at the western half of the area that was in flames, with a solemn expression.

Originally, whenever a crisis occurred, Batman would predict it in advance and step in to solve it. But now, Gotham has reached a point of life and death, and Batman and others have not responded at all. This is obviously unreasonable.

Commissioner Gordon had to prepare for the worst interruption. If Batman didn't show up at this point, there was only one possibility.
"Sanjiu Street has been lost. Three of our teams have lost contact. Director, what should we do?" A police officer couldn't help but shouted anxiously.

"Gather the people together!"

Director Gordon had no time to think about anything else. He loaded his pistol, turned around and spoke to the police detectives around him. "Our police force is not enough to support the entire city. At this point, establishing a safe zone is the top priority."

"What about those captured cities? There are still many civilians who have not escaped." The young police detective looked a little desperate.

"I can't control that much anymore. Contact all teams. How many more people do we have?"

Director Gordon waved, then looked at the older detective next to him and asked.

"Thirty, I guess." The old police detective sighed, feeling heavy.

"31, how about."

Suddenly, a strange voice appeared on the rooftop.

The police detectives turned their heads in surprise, only to see a being they could never believe walking up the stairs slowly with a ferocious smile on their face.

It was a man in a suit. He looked well-dressed like an elite, but when the scene shifted to his face, that face was enough to make anyone frown.

I saw that the left side of the man's face was completely disfigured, and the terrifying and ferocious flesh and blood was spread out of the skin, which was disgusting.

"Harvey!?"

Director Gordon's eyes widened and he looked at the man speechless for a long time.

"Hi James, are you surprised to see me?"

The two-faced man smiled slightly, his eyes filled with madness. "I guess now is not a good time to catch up on old times. It's time to get going."

After swallowing slowly, Director Gordon nodded slightly, and then nodded more and more solemnly.

"yes."

Looking around, seeing everyone's eyes focused on him, Director Gordon felt an indescribable power emerge from his heart, and he gritted his teeth.

"Gentlemen, it's time to set off!"

Smoke filled the air, gunfire shot into the sky, and all the gangs in Gotham became lively at this moment.

Although the fighting power and number of those demons were terrifying, this group of people did not hesitate at all and threw themselves into the battle completely spontaneously.

The sound of artillery shells continued to ring out from various places, and the explosions of submachine guns and howitzers came one after another, adding a fierce flame to the war.

The entire building of the Iceberg Restaurant was shaking under the gunfire.

But as the boss of the Cobot family, Penguin was sitting at the dining table, holding a knife and fork, wondering where to start decomposing the steak on the plate in front of him.

Suddenly, an old man with blood on his face rushed over. He stumbled all the way to the Penguin's dining table, and fell to the ground because he ran too fast. "Boss! Those monsters have rushed up again. Many people on the front line have died. Maximilian Zeus's stronghold has been breached, and our people may not be able to withstand it anymore."

Hearing this, Penguin finally took his eyes away from the steak.

The invasion of demonoids was sudden, but at first, the gangsters were not afraid, because for them, if the sky fell, the guys from the Justice League would still hold it up.

But after so long, not to mention the Justice League, even Batman didn't know where he was. Now, these godfathers gradually realized the seriousness of the problem.

Maximilian isn't the first gangster to join the war, and he won't be the first super criminal to die.

As early as 5 minutes ago, Penguin received the news that Deadshot covered the death of his daughter.

The corners of Penguin's mouth trembled slightly, his eyes were wild, and big beads of sweat fell from his forehead, but he still forced a smile.

"Maxi is nothing but trash. Send us all out. We must not let those monsters tarnish my kingdom."

"Yes, but all our communications have been cut off."

"What did you say?"

When the Penguin heard this, his eyes suddenly stared at the old man. He was breathing heavily, as if suppressing some uncontrollable power.

"Where are the others, where are the people here!?"

"The people here are here to protect you. They are our last armed force. We cannot send them out!"

The old man climbed up shivering, held the dining table with both hands, and spoke cautiously.

"We, we might be able to get out."

"Get out?"

Penguin roared loudly with a pale face.

"This is my city! (This is my city)!!"

He stood up suddenly, limped around the dining table and came to the old man.

Grabbing the old man's collar, Penguin pulled him forcefully in front of him, and spoke word by word with clenched teeth in a trembling and frantic voice.

"Gotham is a part of me. If those monsters outside want to take it away, they have to kill me first!"

The angry Penguin tensed his body, like a solid rock. He stared hard, with ferocious bloodshot eyes all over his pupils, and his cheeks were extremely pale.

After a pause, Penguin's voice suddenly weakened and he asked like a whisper.

"Understand."

The old man who was held tightly by him could only tremble uncontrollably. Apart from nodding, he could not say a word.

The next moment, Penguin roared with all his strength.

"Then get the damn gun!!"

The deafening roar made the old man tremble in fright, and then he rolled and crawled out.

Penguin was the only one left in the huge restaurant, and he was breathing heavily.

Hu-ha-huh-ha-

On his forehead, the tiny blood vessels became bulging like muscles and bones. The Penguin stared blankly at the direction the old man left, and did not recover for a long time.

His eyes were staring hard, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

After a long time, Penguin turned around, picked up the red wine glass from the dining table, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he picked up the assault rifle that had been prepared under the dining table and strode out.

Although his steps were limping, he was extremely determined!
(End of this chapter)