Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Soft singing can heal the soul, fragrant wine can heal fatigue, long-lost friends can soothe the nerves, but often when these three are combined, the effect is not as good as we imagined...

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Saibo frowned and swallowed the wine in the glass. He felt the cold liquid in his mouth and swallowed it with difficulty. Finally, he took a deep breath, leaned on the very futuristic chair, stretched out his hand Picking up the wine bottle on the table, looking at it in front of my eyes,

"Is this thing really worth 100W dollars? Why do I feel that this tastes weird."

Tony Stark, who was busy, glanced at him. He took off the gold-rimmed glasses on his face, put on special experiment gloves on his hands, and put the dark red helmet that Seber brought in front of his eyes. on the bench.

"That's what you need. It's not like you swallow it in one gulp, or drink it like you. Vodka is the most suitable for you."

Tony's hands circled the helmet up and down in a circle, and a very delicate blue light structure diagram appeared on the top of the test platform. The seemingly ordinary structure diagram was accompanied by his fingers shaking up and down.

"This thing looks very ordinary, there is no technological content in it, Jarvis, 100 times magnification!"

Tony said something casually, Saber was taken aback for a moment, then looked around, "Who are you talking to?"

"Jarvis, electronics steward, lab assistant..."

The billionaire turned his head to look at him, seeing the bewildered expression on Saibo's face, he rubbed his forehead helplessly, "Artificial intelligence, genius..."

While talking, the internal structure diagram of the helmet composed of blue lines in front of the two people was quickly enlarged. Saibo couldn't help standing up from the chair, and Tony even supported the edge of the test bench with both hands, curiously showing the large model. turned it over again,

"Tsk tsk, 7 layers of construction, 7 different metals, even the outermost coating is weird, it seems that this thing really has a hole in the sky!"

Tony clicked his tongue in amazement, he held the cold helmet in his hand, looked over and over again, his eyes were full of special joy, as a real rich man, he has always been interested in these weird things, he tried Buckle the helmet on top of your head, walk around a few times, take it off and put it in your hand,

"It's close to a full-coverage defense, and its weight is much higher than that of ordinary helmets. It must be painful for people who wear this thing for a long time."

There was a mocking smile of disapproval on the playboy's face, "Perfect design idea, poor design product, this must be done by a layman, but its effect should be very strong."

Cyber ​​is not interested in these theories at all, he only cares about one thing,

"Hey buddy, can it be replicated?"

"Copy? Are you kidding me?"

Tony Stark glanced at Cyber ​​with contempt, and threw the helmet aside casually, "You're humiliating me, aren't you? Knowing the principle, we can definitely improve and make a more perfect product."

He spread his hands like a feverish research maniac,

"Thinner, more stable, better feel, add some other features... Make a better shape... Like, yes! Your mask..."

Tony snapped his fingers, "You can integrate this idea into that mask of yours, turning it into a generator with some kind of shielding force field. You only need to protect your head, and add a head ring at most, or Just design it as a full-face helmet! This kind of weapon will definitely be popular in the fight against mutants."

Seeing that Tony was about to fall into a research frenzy, Sable had to interrupt him with his hand,

"Hey, hey, buddy, calm down, this thing is here, you can study it at any time, I don't have time to be a test subject for you here recently... I'm going out, if nothing else, in When you come up with some results, I'll go back to New York or Gotham."

Tony Stark's frantic thoughts were interrupted, but he was not too angry. Instead, he walked to the table and poured himself a glass of wine. After punching a box, the TV screen opposite the two people lit up, and the screen was full of confrontations between marchers in New York and sporadic mutants.

Reporters are never afraid of making things big, so the images they shoot are always direct and violent.

"Look at this messed up world, I heard it was a guy called "Magneto" who detonated the EMP? He fought you all at the Statue of Liberty one night. It is said that 7 blocks around the battlefield were completely destroyed. Hundreds of people were killed and injured, and looking at the present, the whole of New York is in chaos."

Holding a wine glass, Tony leaned against the table beside him, and said with a strange expression,

"When I was young, I also came into contact with mutants. At that time, I felt that they were quite pitiful and lonely. Now it seems that I should thank them for not killing them..."

He picked up his glass again, sipped the amber liquid, looked at Saber,

"Why are mutants so dangerous? One person can paralyze a city? What is the origin of the mutant brotherhood? It looks like a group of violent elements."

"There is probably no third mutant in this world who is as strong as Eric."

Seber scratched his head, "I don't know much. A lot of information about mutants is blocked by S.H.I.E.L.D. As for the Brotherhood of Mutants, I don't want to say more about their philosophy, but their behavior style is too hateful... .”

He lit a cigarette, sat on the chair in a limp posture, stared at the gentle light above his head,

"Three hours ago, I should have been considered a moderate, and I was dedicated to fighting these radicals. Our leader is an old man who can fight Eric in the dark, with a big bald head, a wheelchair, and a ruthless character who can preach. It only takes one look to replace your thinking with that of a six-year-old girl..."

Seber winked maliciously at Tony, "Maybe you'll let your little pepper braid your hair for you..."

Tony glanced at him suspiciously. For these secrets that belonged to the world under the surface, he showed a kind of eagerness and enthusiasm unique to young people, but he was a smart person after all, and he quickly tasted the secrets of Saber. The meaning of the words,

"And now? You fell out with them?"

Tony drank the rest of the wine little by little, took out a box of exquisite cigars from the drawer with his backhand, threw it to Saber, and said in a low voice, "I smell the story from you, come on, tell me .”

Saber glanced at him, and spent 3 minutes explaining the whole story. Finally, he re-lighted a cigar, leaned back on his chair, and said amidst the smoke,

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just a different idea... I don't think I'm suitable for this kind of thing that saves the world. It's enough to try this once. I think I'm more suitable for going alone, alone, without worries, Go where you want to go, do whatever you want.”

There was a trace of rare fatigue and determination in his eyes,

"Too much contact with those who have ideals and beliefs makes it easy to turn yourself into that hot-blooded look. I don't discriminate against them, but some people are destined to be heroes, and there are always others who must be unknown. There are too many constraints. , I don't like it...it would be nice to go straight."

"But you didn't realize that, are you worried about it now?"

As a bystander, Tony rationally helped Seber analyze,

"Those rambunctious kids you brought... I remember the last time Hogan told me there was only one girl with you and that was your sister right, but look at you now, wow, a bunch of kids are following you, if not I know who you are, I almost thought you'd switched careers to be a teen counselor..."

"You've changed, Seb, admit it, you're not what you used to be! Can we call it 'growing pains' if you don't take your age into account?"

Tony reached out and took out two apples from the nearby plate, threw one to Saber, picked up his own and took a bite, "You have become more like a normal person... The coldness of not being close to strangers has dissipated a lot , uh, except for those weird red lights in your eyes of course... Seriously, don't you need a full body check?"

What Tony said made Saber speechless, he didn't even know how to refute, but he had to admit that maybe Tony was right, he had never encountered this kind of problem before, which made him He was at a loss for a while, not knowing how to deal with this change. In the end, he raised his head and looked at Tony with a hint of help.

"Then...then what should I do?"

Tony looked at him, at this guy who might be murderous, at the look of confusion in Sable's eyes, he shrugged, took a bite of the apple,

"Well, when my parents died, I locked myself in my room for three full days, but not from grief..."

The playboy spread his hands, "I know I should be sad, I should feel the pain like a normal person, but... no, you know, I have a bad relationship with my parents since I was a child, I just feel Stuck, always feeling like something important is missing, but no sadness...none at all."

Tony turned his head and looked at the wall in the basement, where there was an abstract painting, as clumsy as a child's graffiti,

"My grief is 3 years late, and when I think about them recently, I realize they have never been a blur in my mind. This is probably what grief is, but life always changes..."

Playboy turned his head and saw Saibo looking at him in a dazed manner. The latter scratched his head and said doubtfully,

"Although I don't think I should interrupt you, but... what exactly are you trying to say?"

"Damn it!"

Tony scratched his hair fiercely, "What I want to say is, what does a change in life have to do with you? You can do whatever you want! If a change changes your character, you How miserable did you live the first 20 years of your life?"

After a few minutes, Saber shrugged,

"You're right, although it's useless to me, but I still want to thank you, Tony... well, I'm leaving, first send them back to Gotham, and then... a trip."

"Travel? Where are you going? If it were me, I could recommend several places to you. It's the best place to relax!"

Tony wanted to speak excitedly, but was interrupted by Seber's eyes. This guy stood up from the chair, stretched his arms, and stretched out his hand to hold the alloy knife on the side.

"I appreciate your kindness, but the destination has already been chosen...the western desert, and I'm going to meet someone there."

On the other side, on the 17th floor of the delta wing building, the circuit that had just been repaired was not very stable, and the flickering voltage made the atmosphere in the entire office weird.

Nick Fury was sitting behind the desk, and Coulson was sitting in front of him. Lv8 had scratches on the corners of his eyes, and his face was covered with bruises. He looked extremely miserable.

"What do you want from me, Coulson?"

While flipping through the documents, Fury glanced at his right-hand man, "You should go back to recuperate now."

A trace of hesitation flashed in Coulson's eyes, but soon, he gritted his teeth,

"Director, Project Weapon X, you really didn't send anyone to assist?"

"Um?"

The pen in Fury's hand stopped, and he looked at Coulson, "What did you find?"

"Serber told me that when he was hunting down Stryker's remnants, he found agents from SHIELD looking for living samples for this system!"

Coulson took out a data card from his pocket and placed it on Fury's desk,

"I re-read the file of Weapon X and found this. In November 2 years ago, you personally signed a document authorizing five Lv5 agents to enter the Ministry of National Defense's experimental project to assist... Bo is right, Commissioner Fury, it seems that you are hiding a lot of things."

Fury didn't answer, but inserted the data card into the computer next to him, knocked a few times, and saw the photocopy of the document. His one eye was fixed on the screen. After ten seconds, he reached out and walked to the computer. The edge of the office, lightly pressed on an inconspicuous wall, a layer of light blue light curtain swept across the entire office,

"Colson, tell me, this time you led a team to assist the X-Men in the battle against the Brotherhood, whose order did you receive..."

When Coulson heard this question, he was a little stunned. Finally, he pointed to Fury suspiciously, "It's you, Chief, who gave me the order yourself using the encrypted channel!"

"hehe..."

Nick Fury let out a deep laugh, "What if I told you that I didn't issue any orders at that time? I thought the world was peaceful, and when I received the news, it was when Magneto caught Hawkeye ...and the documents you brought were not signed by me, and there are fake Magneto top-secret information. I checked a personnel transfer in the past 15 years this morning, but I didn’t see more than 30% of the transfer documents. Yes, but with my approval, Coulson, there is an invisible hand manipulating all this, and our enemies are not just outside..."

"What?!"

Coulson sat up on the spot in shock, and Fury glanced at him,

"I need you to search around Greenland and Iceland now, and I'll give you 2 more months, at any cost! . . . Bring back the people we need! Coulson, this period before the danger is lifted Time, don't trust...anyone."