Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

The old gun bar, in this rainy night, the atmosphere is condensed to the extreme.

The gray-haired young man had stood up, holding a gun in his left hand, pointing at the uninvited cyberhead. The people present knew that this gun was not meant to be scary. Bullets, and Bourne will really shoot. The missing person he said before is not bragging. Although the person was not killed by him, he also did an accomplice anyway.

You need to know that the difference between killed and never killed is very big. Cyber ​​raised his head and looked at the muzzle in front of him. There was a trembling. It seemed that the person holding the gun was a little excited. It’s no wonder, after all It was just a young man. He still had a trace of tenderness on his face, probably in his 20s, and had not shaved his beard.

What were you doing when you were in your 20s?

Cyber's eyes flicked, and then an indescribable headache rushed into his brain, causing him to give up the idea of ​​continuing to recall. The only thing that is certain is that at that time, he was holding the hand of the gun, but not Will shake.

"Hi! Asshole, don't make trouble in my bar! Get out!"

Father Christian saw that Berne took out the gun, his heart tightened, and he began to growl when he put down the glass, but Berne ignored him, but stared at Saber, Cole turned and scolded his father. With a sound,

"Shut up! Old man, nothing to do with you!"

"You said Cole's knife won't hurt you! What about this thing?"

Byrne gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence. In order to strengthen the momentum of this sentence, he put his finger on the trigger. He hoped to see a trace of expression on Saber's face, whether it was frightened or angry, if it was It’s best to beg for mercy, which can make Bourne, who is not so good at birth, feel a special sense of pleasure.

but no! Sayber's eyes didn't change much. Facing Byrne, he leaned on the chair, aimed the gun at his heart, and whispered,

"A gun? Not bad... This is a good weapon. You know, a good weapon needs good maintenance to give off its power and edge. The most important thing is that you have to learn how to be right. use it..."

"What do you mean? Bastard!"

Cole punched Saber in the face. The young man's head was swung to the side. When he lifted it again, there was already a trace of blood stains. Saber moved his mouth and felt the **** smell coming from his mouth. A familiar smell made every cell and every pore in his body sizzle and scream, but he had to suppress them... Soon he wouldn't use it...

"I mean, before you shoot, you first have to make sure you have insurance open!"

This sentence changed Bourne's eyes, maybe because he really didn't know this, maybe because of other messy things, in short, his eyes turned to the revolver in his hand, less than 1 second, he I realized that I was being fooled again, because the gun Jamie gave him was not insured at all!

"damn it..."

"boom"

Byrne hadn’t finished speaking, and Cobb was punched by Cole just now, but the unresponsive cyberber was like a tiger awakened suddenly. His jumped body opened to the side. Byrne's collar pulled down fiercely. The great force from the neck made the young man scream out in anger, but his body fell involuntarily towards the table. With one hand on the table, he lifted it high and slammed it down.

At the next moment, the cold light flashed over, the blood splattered, and there was one more thing on the palm that Bourne propped on the table.

Cole's dagger pierced Bourne's palm in Ziber's hand, and pierced into the table, Ziegen did not enter.

"Ah!"

A cry of pain resembling an injured beast rang through the bar. Under the urging of pain, Berne subconsciously shot, but there was no weapon in his hand! No more! Was taken away!

"Hybrid!"

Cole came over from the side and clenched his fists, and he would teach the yellow man a lesson, but the next moment, with the turn of Cyber, a cold thing pressed against his head, and that smile never The **** face that hadn't changed, the blood stains on the corner of his mouth that he just punched out, looked a little embarrassed.

However, the eyes are opposite, Cole's anger is still in his eyes, and in Cyber's eyes, there is only a wave of unwavering expression, with that gentle smile, twisted! Absolutely twisted!

And as he had thought before, his hand holding a gun was very stable.

Poor green-haired little bastard, his expression didn't have time to change, then...

"boom"

The gun shot and the man fell.

Cole's shattered head was raised high, and the whole person seemed to have lost all support and fell backwards on the floor. The blood was mixed with white things, like a faucet opened by a naughty child. Everywhere.

Father Christian, who was always concerned about this piece, was also taken aback. He subconsciously pulled his old spring field from the cabinet, aimed at Cyber, and yelled to

"Damn it! Put down the gun! Bastard!"

Cyber ​​didn't even care about the excited dad, but took off his **** black sweater with a trace of disgust and threw it aside. He was naked on the top, wearing a ridiculous, completely beaten by the sea and rain Wet pajamas, turning to look at the last guy with red hair.

The guy just pulled his dagger from his belt. He looked up and saw the whole process of Cole's falling to the ground. The poor child was scared to stand on the spot, even the ridiculous action of pulling the knife was stuck in the air.

Saber glanced at him, and set his eyes on Bourne, who was still wailing, blood flowing down his wounds all over the table, the pain made him not even notice the scene where his brother was shot. Until Saber wiped a little blood from his cheek with his finger, then wiped his clothes, and wiped the blood from that finger.

"You know, there is such a problem when shooting too close."

Cyber ​​complained, "When the bullet passes through the head, those things will splash everywhere, so I generally don't pursue this precision too much. You have to know that killing a person, hitting the heart is always better than hitting the head. Easier... did you hear what I said?"

Responding to him was Bourne's wailing.

"Ah! Shit! Shit!"

"I said, be quiet!"

"Ahhhh! I'm going to kill you! Bastard!"

Cyber ​​shrugged his shoulders and focused his gaze on the last young man with red hair. The muzzle also moved behind Berne, and then showed a playful smile.

"Actually, you also think he is annoying, right? He always orders you like a big man, even if he is not different from you! You also want to teach this shit-like guy, right? Restraint, I know you want to do the same, I will help you."

"No...I didn't...No!"

"boom"

There was another gunshot, and warm liquid splashed on the already scared little bastard’s face. His expression was completely dulled at this moment, and Cyber ​​was relieved, sniffing the **** smell in the air. , Which made him feel a little sleepy before soaking in the cold sea water. He moved his shoulders, threw a pistol with a trace of smoke in his hand on the table, and took the three guys' smoke from the side. Take the box and put it on the side of the mouth to ignite.

"Fu...I came here for three things, some money enough for me to eat, a weapon that can protect me, and a body that won't be hated by others, but also in this **** weather Clothes that keep me warm..."

Cyber ​​sitting in a chair, leaning back slightly, let his face buried in the rising smoke, which made his face a little blurred, he put his feet covered with mud and water stains on the already been On the table full of blood, but those eyes were tightly placed on the young man's body, he flicked his fingers, "You know what I mean, right."

It was a command to release the Buddha, and it was like reopening a switch on the body of this dull young man. His trembling hand placed the dagger on the table, and then quickly put his black leather jacket and inner The lined sweater took off, took off his pants and shoes, and finally placed them on the chair beside Cyber, like a quail, wearing a pair of shorts and white socks, standing in front of Cyber ​​with trembling , Begging,

"Don't kill me, please, I won't tell you what happened tonight, please! Don't kill me, for God's sake!"

Cyber ​​looked at the clothes and shoes at hand, and his face showed a satisfied expression. He nodded, spread his hands, and muttered his mouth,

"Don't do this, kid... you see I put the gun aside, is this a friendly sign, isn't it? Well, go home and be a good person, you know?"

"Uh huh, I know, I know... Thanks."

The young man was reluctant to find a way, only wearing a pair of shorts and socks, and ran towards the door of the bar. If he stumbled, he stayed here for a second, and he would be entangled with something terrible. Instead, he picked up the sweater with **** and looked closely to make sure it was not too dirty before putting it on.

And at the moment when he put on the sweater, behind him, the young man had just ran to the door of the bar. He opened his hands and his face was full of the joy of rebirth and the happiness of escape from hell. Prisoner embracing freedom.

"boom"

The third shot, the bullet coming from himself hit his back, his expression always solidified on his face, and his body running forward fell to the ground, rolled forward two times, and was lost. All life.

It wasn't the gun that Cyber ​​fired, but he was wearing pants, but his face did not fluctuate.

One bar, two people, three bodies.

In the slightly sultry air of rainy night, the pungent **** smell quickly spilled everywhere, but no one spoke, and Cyber ​​struggled to put his feet into the unsuitable shoes, and then put that A pretty good black leather jacket was put on the gray sweater, and finally patted the body, letting the Buddha want to pat the non-existent dust clean.

After doing all this, he smoothly put away the change on the table, shook a dozen coins up and down in his heart, put the pistol with 4 bullets in his pocket, and pulled out the hand The dagger soaked in blood, wiped on Berne's clothes, and found another 13 bullets in his pocket, and finally put the box of cigarettes that didn't taste so good into the pants pocket and wiped his hair. Turn around and walk towards the bar.

The blood-stained shoes left conspicuous footprints on the ground. Father Christian has thrown his old Springfield on the bar at this time, the first solution of the neat buttons. Open, he sat there, looking at Cyber ​​sitting outside the bar, holding his chin with his hands. The latter smoothly threw the coin in his hand on some old wooden table and said softly,

"Come a glass of wine, Dad, if you have some, you will have some by the way."

The old father who had been in his seventies looked at him, and the wrinkles on his face wrinkled like an old lion. He did not get up to get the wine, but asked a question, "In what name? Cyber, Drinking with me is not enough money, and you just let go of a guy, that will cause me trouble!"

"As an old man, I hate trouble!"

Cyber ​​took the burnt cigarette **** out of his mouth, extinguished it in the ashtray at his hand, and spit out the last smoke.

"But the trouble has been solved and solved by your own hands, so... in the name of friendship, have a glass of wine, dad, and open the window again, the **** smell is really disgusting." --End of Chapter Content-->