Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Let's take our eyes off Cyber ​​for a moment, because right after he received his "last round" of experimental injections, he's locked away in that dark little house until he's next shown up. What's the situation?

And now, when Cyber ​​is screaming in pain because of the genetic collapse, another thing is happening in the deep forest farm in Quebec, Canada. I can't skip it, and I don't want to miss it either.

The deep mountain forest farm is almost isolated from the world. With the support of Canada's rich forestry resources, this occupation that appeared hundreds of years ago has not been eliminated until now. Frankly speaking, doing this industry earns very little , and the risk is very high, except for local people and some people who don't have many opportunities, no one will work in the logger industry for a long time.

Unless some people have to do this job.

"Hey, Logan, let me tell you, you should take your wife to the big city. With your beast-like body, you can definitely live a good life. Why don't you give it a try?"

The old foreman in his 40s sat on the felled logs, drank local wine, and took the roughest cigar from Logan with a smile. It seemed that he made it himself. It sucks to smoke, but for an old smoker, there's nothing like it.

"Kayla doesn't really like big cities, and neither do I, it's nice here."

Logan chuckled. This typical white man is nearly 2 meters tall. Even wearing a dirty lumberjack uniform, he can't hide the rough aura on his body, as well as the bulging muscles. The side of the face is long and looks very manly, especially the eyes, even when they are peaceful, it will make people feel a little depressed... But everyone around knows that this fierce-looking guy is a good tempered person.

He even saved 4 children from wild bears 3 years ago. For this reason, this guy is very popular in this generation, and others will come to him for anything.

And his mantra is...

"Be a clean person and make money cleanly."

"Okay, okay, you guy, you look like people from the previous era, my father's generation."

The old foreman said drunkenly, "They are also reluctant to part with this mountain. Unfortunately, they left here in the end... Hey, who are they? You can't see people wearing such nice clothes locally."

The words of the old foreman made Logan, who was building logs, stop his work. His nose moved, like a beast sniffing. A second later, a look of depression and irritability appeared on his face.

"Logan!"

A voice sounded behind him, but Logan didn't turn his head. The old foreman glanced drunkenly at the two people who got out of the car. He removed the bottle from his hand and looked at Logan.

"Need help, kid"

"No, no need, I can handle it!"

Logan smiled at him, then turned around, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, he threw aside the carpentry gloves in his hand, lit his cigar, and walked towards the middle-aged man in black windbreaker and gold-rimmed glasses. Young man, Stryker...the bastard he didn't want to see the last time, and the guy who was following Stryker, in a sharp suit, and pretending to have headsets on his ears.

Hell, the place doesn't get those waves at all.

"I have a job for you, Captain."

Stryker opened his arms towards Logan with a kind face, like an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, but Logan ignored him, brushed his body with the ax, and threw the ax into an old pickup truck, He leaned against the car and said impatiently,

"I have a job now, Stryker, get out before I do."

"Come on, kid."

Stryker didn't care about Logan's indifference. He pointed to the cold young man behind him and said, "Do you still remember him? Zero, your former comrade-in-arms and old friend meet, shouldn't you celebrate? "

Logan glanced at Number Zero, curled his lips,

"I have very few friends, and definitely not a single jerk who shoots first and talks later."

"boom"

There was a weak gunshot, Zero's left hand reached into the pocket of the windbreaker, took out a special pistol, aimed, fired, and then retracted the pistol, the bullet accurately smashed the cigar in Logan's mouth into two halves , There is actually nothing to say about this process. Many veterans can do it, but the problem lies in the time... This series of processes did not even take 1 second, which is basically the level of other people's eyes.

Obviously, this is no ordinary person... Mutant, Zero, deadly sharpshooter, Logan's comrade in arms more than ten years ago, a nasty, self-important bastard.

"Bad cigars, 1W8 thousand a year, living with a rural teacher and playing kissing games, Logan, I have to say, your taste is still so bad!"

Zero spoke, his voice was as cold as his appearance, but at the same time he was pretending to be handsome, Logan's eyes were already dangerous, Stryker saw that the situation was not good, he waved his hand,

"Okay, get back in the car, number zero, Logan and I have something to talk about!"

There was also a fierce fighting intent in Zero's eyes, but under Stryker's stern gaze, he still turned around, while Logan jumped out with a mocking smile at this moment,

"Tsk tsk, good dog."

"What did you say?"

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Stryker slammed the front of the car, "Enough! You two! I came here today to watch you fight? You bastard!"

Zero grunted reluctantly. He turned and left, standing 20 meters away. Stryker shook his head, took out a newspaper from his pocket, and slapped it on Logan's hand. His tone also became impolite,

"You really think I'm here to work for you? I'm here to save your life! You ungrateful bastard!"

Logan looked at Stryker suspiciously. As a veteran who has fought with Stryker for more than ten years and participated in countless wars before that, he is very clear about the nature of people like Stryker, but when he When he unfolded the newspaper, he understood what Stryker meant.

"Bradley was killed three days ago... Wayans before him, you know what I mean?"

Stryker lowered his voice, "Someone is chasing and killing our former team members, and he is definitely not an ordinary person. I need you, Logan, to put on the military uniform again. We have challengers. I know you are not willing to die for the rest of your life." In a small place like this, especially when you..."

The old general glanced at Logan playfully, "Your wife will always be old, but you, you won't be old, you will leave this place eventually, you don't belong here, Logan, I have always known you very well , you're a born fighter, not a...fucking lumberjack!"

After Logan saw the news of the tragic death of his former comrade-in-arms, his eyes became fierce for a moment, so Stryker thought there was something wrong with it, but the next moment, he re-stuffed the newspaper into Stryker. hands,

"You think you know me well? Forget it, Stryker, don't say it so high-sounding, you're afraid...but I'm not!"

Logan turned around and opened the car door, and got into the broken car that was buzzing after ignition. He glanced at Stryker, and took out the smelly inferior cigar from his pocket again. He snorted,

"Worry about yourself, General Stryker, I can protect myself."

"Don't forget your identity! Captain!"

Stryker leaned on the car window with an extremely serious tone, "Now your country needs you!"

"Do mutants have a country?"

Logan glanced at him, "Even a bastard like you who uses us as a weapon can become a general in that country. Is that country really worth my life for it? It's the same sentence... Good luck, Shi Trek, after you die, I will go and give you flowers."

"Logan! Logan! Bastard! Come back to me!"

Stryker watched Logan drive away in a broken car, he threw the newspaper in his hand on the ground angrily, he thought he could persuade Logan, but...

"Phew... it's okay, you asked for it!"

A cold light flickered on the rim of Stryker's gold-rimmed glasses. He sat back in the car and said to Zero who was driving, "Notify Victor...he can do it!"

Logan's wife, Kayla, is a teacher of the local rural primary school, a well-known beauty. After Logan returned home angrily, she hurriedly put down what she was doing, walked up, stroked Logan's arm, and said softly Asked,

"What's the matter? Honey."

"Hoo...nothing."

Logan breathed a sigh of relief and stroked his wife's golden hair. He held her in his arms and said softly, "We're moving, honey."

"Um?"

Keira grabbed his arm nervously, "Did they find out who you are?"

Yes, Keira knew Logan's mutant identity, Logan shook his head, he didn't want his wife to worry too much, so he said casually, "It's just some troublesome things, let's move tomorrow, after I come back , we went to Toronto and stayed in this small mountain village for several years, so it's time for us to go back to the city."

"Well, it's up to you! My Wolverine."

Keira gently let Logan hold her up. She looked at the man with unconcealable love in her eyes, and Wolverine, which is the name of the moon in her ancient belief, represented her deep love. Strong, unfeigned love, but when Logan wasn't paying attention, a faint blue light shone in her eyes... that's obviously not what ordinary people should have.

The worse thing than falling into a trick is that before you know it, you have already entered another trick. The freedom you thought, the love you thought... are just the cloak of a trick, the happiest time, Maybe it is also a memory that is deeply trapped in lies. Unfortunately, not everyone is wise enough to discover this.

Early the next morning, Logan got up early and went to the lumberyard to settle his wages. After Dezhi was about to leave, the old foreman held Logan's hand and chatted for ten minutes with a look of reluctance. After Dezhi and the others went to Toronto, the old foreman generously counted one month's salary to Logan, and Logan changed hands and spent this month's salary on the lumberjacks and the small country bar they frequented, treating everyone to a drink After drinking a glass of wine, with their blessings, they drove towards home.

But when he was driving halfway, he smelled a familiar smell, and he looked out the window... There, a ferocious bear's head was caught on a branch, as if its neck had been severed by some sharp weapon , and the scratch marks on the trunk.

Like the claws of a real beast.

Logan's face changed drastically. He drove the broken car to the highest speed, but when he rushed back to the house, everything was over.

Blood...was everywhere, on the ground, on the walls, on the torn furniture, in the middle of the bed that was completely stained red, the beautiful Keira seemed to be sleeping peacefully, but the hideous belly on her abdomen The scratch made Logan's body tremble, death had already taken possession of the room, and he was one step too late in the end, and he failed to fulfill his promise to leave Stryker's special forces.

Another woman died for him, he was like a fool, he moved to the bed step by step, stretched out his hand, the trembling fingers were placed on Keira's already cold cheeks, hot tears welled up in his eyes, he Gently hugging Kaila, kneeling on the ground, suppressing the pain, more of a self-condemnation, the pain derived from love, a tearing feeling surged in his heart.

I don't know how many times this is...every time when he wants to immerse himself in a relationship, he will encounter this kind of disaster. This world seems to not allow an outstanding fighter to become an ordinary person. It seemed to be reminding Logan in this cruel way.

Who are you...you don't belong here in the end, nor is your destiny here!

"Ah, ah..."

Logan's last tear dripped into the blood on the ground, he hugged the corpse in his arms tightly, a burst of anger that could not be vented almost exploded in his chest,

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Like a steppen wolf howling, fighting, never ending...