Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Gotham Harbor at night is always like this, quiet, dead, and unspeakable depression.

Daytime belongs to the day of the successful, and night belongs to the night of the mice. Order and chaos have never been so obvious in the same place. If you are an old resident of Gotham, then you should have known a rule: do not Running around at night.

Not only will you lose your wallet, your first time, you may lose your life.

It has never been a good place to live and work in peace and contentment, but there are people who have nowhere to go...Wait, I mean literally.

"Wow, wow"

The slightly filthy sea water is beating on the coast, adding a special touch to the already deep night. A fish wagging its tail carefully, trying to swim across the sea and breathe the air. The weather tonight is terrible. It's raining.

suddenly.

"Poof"

The heavy object that fell from the sky hit the water, and the splashing water scared the poor fish towards the bottom of the sea, and the moment the heavy object hit the surface of the sea, the cold water was pouring down his nostrils, ears, and mouth. Into the body, let him wake up from the bad chaos the next moment.

"Cough... **** it, where is this?"

The man in pajamas struggled to maintain balance on the sea, trying hard to keep himself from sinking into the water, but still a muddy brain could not complete this action. Eventually, he could only observe the surroundings while swooping towards the water The dark coast lined past.

In this not-so-warm weather, immersed in icy sea water for 10 minutes, coupled with thin and lightly soaked pajamas, when waiting for the shore, the exhausted man lay down on the beach and never wanted to Woke up.

He gasped at the sky with no starlight above his head, and then reached out to touch his chest. Yes, there were three burnt bullet holes in his pajamas, but what about blood? What about the wound?

The already broken heart was still beating strong and powerful, and his thoughts became chaotic. Eventually, he gave up thinking. Since these things that he had never believed before have already appeared... then accept it.

"Hahaha"

The man who fell from the sky chuckled twice, then gestured towards the sky with his middle finger, climbed up from the beach, and threw the piece of pajamas soaked with blood and covered with bullet marks into the sea, bare upper body, step by step Walked towards the light that was still on in the distance from the port.

After saying goodbye to the past, he walked tired, um...maybe with a trace of luck in escaping from death.

The "Old Gun" bar, the most lively place in the Gotham port area three years ago, has no interest in three years later. Of course, it is not because the father’s craftsmanship has regressed, but because the father’s persistent character refused to take charge of it. "Friendship" of Russian gangsters in the region.

As a veteran, Dad did not allow those messy things to happen to his site. This insistence once won him praise, but now, he is in trouble. Not all dockers will be threatened by Jamie’s doglegs. Next, I still insisted on drinking here.

After all, just a glass of wine, there is no need to risk your life to drink, right?

Dad has been insisting for 1 month, no one knows how long he can persist, but according to Jamie's character and his rules, if Dad continues to be tough, some bad things may happen.

At 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, a heavy rain fell and cracked the window, white hair, and Christian wearing a worn leather jacket stood behind some worn bar and wiped the wine glass, which should not be done by him, But three days ago, after the last man took the $500 in the old bar counter without saying goodbye, he could only come by himself.

Three dressed-up bells and whistles are sitting in the corner betting money, the most rude dice game, you can't expect these guys who dropped out of school to play the blackjack on the tall, they are not customers, they are just sent by Jamie to harass Dad's dog legs.

This is just a small bar, no music, no singers, no messy decoration, full of a retro flavor, and on a stormy night, probably no one will come here, so the father is going to close after 10 minutes, maybe Also use his own old spring field to drive away these little bastards.

At this time, "Ding Dong"

The door of the bar was pushed open, and the dad and the **** looked up at the same time, and then saw a strangely dressed guy come in. It was a yellow man, wearing a dirty black sweater on his upper body. It seemed from which garbage dump it was picked up, and he was wearing a pair of pajamas with bare feet and bare feet. He looked like a downcast homeless man.

Dad instinctively wanted to scold him out, however, the man raised his head, first glanced at the whole bar without looking at Dad, but focused on the three who had restarted playing dice There was a grin on the corner of his mouth, and he strode over.

The dad silently started to wipe the glass again, and placed the other hand on the wooden handle of Lao Chuntian under the counter. He smiled like that... that’s not the expression that should appear on the tramp, but why break it? Anyway, it was Jamie’s shredded dog legs anyway.

When Father Christian put on a look of hilarious expression, the dirty man also dealt with the bells and whistles.

"Hi guys, can I join you?"

This guy rubbed his hands, showing a very interested expression, very fluent English, with a hint of California accent, this should be a good rhythm to say hello, but his dirty appearance and people like The smell of not getting it, but gave him a serious score, the green dye on the head glanced at him, and without looking back, he refocused on the dice in his hand and gave him a cold sound,

"roll!"

The man was not annoyed, but continued to grin and said, "Don't be like this, guys, give me a chance, my dice roll technique is great!"

The green-haired **** was disturbed twice, already a little impatient, but just as he clenched his fists, the tall, thin young man with his hair dyed off-white sitting opposite him stopped his companion, and then With a trace of ridicule, looking at this uninvited man,

"To join? Yes...but what do you use as a bargaining chip? You don't even have a penny? So go back to the garbage dump and pick up a burger, that's where you should stay, hahaha"

After talking, the three little **** laughed at the same time, but the young man just shrugged his shoulders, opened the chair, and sat on his hand. His hands rested naturally on the table and said seriously,

"Look, I am a healthy adult. I have hands, legs, and..."

"Hi, bastard, we are not interested in men!"

The last little boy with red hair felt insulted. He slapped the table impatiently on the table, shaking the beer on his table. "Especially you are like this! Get out of here!" !"

Under the glare of the three people, the tramp spread his hands unhurriedly and finished his second sentence,

"Um... I mean, I have a life. I bet you with this stuff, fair?"

After this sentence was spoken, the entire bar was quiet, and the three little **** were speechless, but they were not scared or shocked. Their first reaction was, is this guy a lunatic?

Then, the second reaction was to be lucky!

It’s not easy to ask for life under Brother Jamie. He often arranges some less important gang members to do something “dangerous”. For these three guys, unfortunately, they belong to the kind Peripheral members who are not very important, otherwise they will not be scheduled to threaten an unarmed old man at this time.

More unfortunately, after 3 days, there was a "dangerous" deal... Then at this time, a madman who didn't seem to care about his life was sent to the door. Is there anything better than this?

The three men exchanged glances, and finally the silver-gray-haired guy opened his mouth. He tried to make his expression fierce. It seemed to be imitating Jamie, he lowered his voice,

"Do you know what your words mean?"

"Huh."

The dirty young man shrugged, obviously, he knew.

"Do you know the end if you don't keep your promise? A guy who cheated us just last month was thrown into Gotham Harbor. Now that the body has not been found, do you understand what I mean?"

"Okay, no need to say more, give me a pair of dice, I lose, and I will naturally do what you say."

The young man leaned back casually on the chair, pointing at his disgusting hoodie and saying, "Look at my current state, do you think I'm still afraid of death?"

"Okay! Cole, give him a pair of dice!"

The young man with green hair put a pair of dice in front of the young man. He reached up and took a look at the dice, then raised his head and grinned a big smile towards the three little bastards.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to say, my name is...forget it, call me Cyber, Cyber, um... Cyber? Hawke."

"No one wants to know what your name is, let's get started, trash man."

Cole taunted relentlessly, and then began to shake the dice in his hand, the other two also started to shake, they played the simplest kind, 3 dice, the smallest point to give money, as simple as 3 years old children will play However, judging from the scattered banknotes and coins that were placed beside them, these three guys played quite a bit.

Cyber ​​loves such occasions, likes such opponents, three stunned heads, the most important thing is what he needs most now, these three guys have it on hand, and it is still rainy night outside, and there is thunder, sightings There is only one old man who has been paying attention to this side.

"Fate is looking after me!"

Cyber ​​said a word without a head and a tail, and then reached out and picked up the dice in front of him together with the outer wooden box, smashed it on the table, and then waited for the others to react, the first one uncovered the cover box.

"18 o'clock! Look, I said that, destiny cares for me!"

The three little **** were stunned and exchanged glances with each other. Then they placed the three bills next to Cyber ​​and started shaking again. The second game began.

"Oh, it's 18 o'clock again, so lucky!"

The third game, "Look, it's 18 o'clock again, am I really **** off, am I right?"

The fourth game, "Huh, I don't know what to say."

"boom!"

Cole's fists hit the table, he felt himself humiliated again, angered, Cole's left hand on the belt, and then slammed **** the table, a sharp dagger stuck in Towards Cyber, the black handle was still trembling slightly. Cole stared at Cyber ​​with a scream like a irritated bull.

"Thousands of your TM! Bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

"Hey, calm down, man!"

Cyber ​​did not look at the dagger in his hand, but slowly took the banknotes in front of him and stacked them together, said casually, "Your knife that has not seen blood can't hurt anyone, betting on the table That’s it. If you lose, you have a win. Instead of shouting at me, you might as well sit down and play a few more. Maybe you will turn your book, right?"

At this point, a blind man can also see that this cyber is not normal. Normal people will not respond to the dagger beside them, but they are Jamie’s dog legs anyway. The self-defense thing is not just a dagger, so When Cyber ​​raised his head, a silvery metal hole pressed against his head.

That's... a gun.