Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

The news of the mysterious incident in Chinatown spread like wildfire, but before the fast-running reporters swarmed in, some other people came to the place where the incident happened earlier, and blocked the entire street in a special way. It has proved a truth, that is, it is best not to let ordinary people get too involved in the mysterious side of events.

A very mysterious secret service unit from S.H.I.E.L.D. has just left, and the entire residential building in Chinatown is as clean as if it had been washed with water. Any items related to the mysterious side have been cleared away, and the entire floor is very quiet, just As if the whole fell into a deep sleep.

The big bald man in a denim jacket held a cup of hot tea in his hand, and walked into the lobby while drinking as he was used to. He pressed the elevator and looked around vigilantly under the sunglasses that covered most of his face. His pair of eyes glowed red. His eyes looked at the residents who stood there dumbfounded.

There was still a dazed expression on their faces, as if they were immersed in something before, and they seemed to have stopped the time of the entire building at a certain point in time.

"Ding"

The dilapidated elevator opened, and Sergey threw the paper cup in his hand into the trash can, lit a cigarette, and walked into the elevator.

13 floors, a very unlucky number of floors.

"Even after processing, the residual magical energy here is still so clear."

Strange looked at the sacred church-like room in front of him with a headache. Beside him were two conjuration mages from the New York Sanctuary. Compared with Strange in a casual suit, they were dressed more like The mage in the traditional story wears a long robe, a magic wand in his waist, and a pointed mage hat.

Old-fashioned, indifferent, and only magic can interest them in the whole world.

"It is said that the girl who attracted the evil spirit here is so pitiful that she almost lost her life."

Strange looked at the girl sitting beside the bed with pity and a dull face. This was the child who had been exorcised by Constantine before. Like everyone else in this building, she was caught in a In that weird dullness, there was surprise and fear on his face that he had broken free from the possession of evil spirits.

"Evil spirits never take the initiative to possess someone. In fact, the protagonists of most possession incidents are self-inflicted, and they do not deserve mercy."

The old mage beside Strange picked up a hand-painted picture on the table with a cold expression. It was a very non-standard dark red picture that implied special rules. It should be drawn by this girl.

"Look, the summoning map of the Devil's Son, she should be thankful that her drawing is not standard, and she didn't inject magic power, otherwise, what we have to deal with now is a block completely destroyed by the devil, which is almost the same as the tsar 170 years ago The times are exactly the same, ordinary people always act recklessly!"

The old mage pinched the corner of the evil paper painting with disgust on his face, orange flames shot out from the palm of his hand, burning the piece of paper cleanly, Strange looked at the ashes flying all over the sky, thoughtfully say,

"So this is why Kama Taj forbids the circulation of magical knowledge among humans? Because ordinary people lack self-control?"

"I think it's because ordinary people lack a basic concept of the existence of power."

A deep voice came from the door, Strange turned his head and saw Sergey leaning against the door with a burning cigarette in the corner of his mouth,

"They don't know what to do and what not to do, what to mess with and what not to mess with, just like us before."

"Devil believer! How dare you appear in front of me!"

The moment the old mage saw Sergey, he pulled out the wand from his waist, and was about to release the attack magic, when Strange stopped him. The young mage whispered in the old mage's ear,

"Master Hognis! Calm down, this is a member of the Devil Gang! They are on our side!"

"kindness?"

The white-haired old mage glanced suspiciously at Strange, and after realizing that the young mage's expression did not seem fake, he frowned, "What's going on with Kama Taj now? Even the demon believers Are they all starting to gather?"

"In terms of time, the Devil Gang is not under the command of Karma Taj, we are only under the management of Master Gu Yi."

Sergey looked vigilantly at the old mage in front of him, he glanced at Strange, who shrugged helplessly, so Sergey stretched out his hands, took a step back,

"We are not enemies...you don't need to be like this, old sir!"

The old mage snorted contemptuously, and shook his head, "Then I'll leave it to you, Strange, stay with demon believers, I always subconsciously want to kill them, I'm waiting in the Sanctuary in New York you."

After speaking, he made a mysterious gesture, and disappeared into the broken space together with the mage around him.

"Who's that? Looks like a powder keg on fire."

Sergey asked softly, Strange breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his forehead and said,

"Hognis Leonid Ivanovich, an old fossil active 200 years ago, a Siberian magic lion, a glorious elder of the European Magic Association, the Dormammu invasion event put them these old Fossil woke up, the supreme mage welcomes anyone who can strengthen the world, but this old gentleman, what should I say? Probably because he slept for too long, and his thinking is as rigid as a stone."

After Strange finished speaking, he sighed again,

"The most troublesome thing is that he is powerful. Our two bundles are not enough for him to fight with one hand. By the way, why don't you check the news about Constantine?"

Sergey rubbed his chin and nodded,

"He took something from the Devil's Gang and wanted to leave like this. It's too simple to think. How is it? Did you find anything?"

"Hey man, the Book of Solomon belongs to Karma Taj, I want to stress that again!"

Strange stretched out his hand and patted Sergey's shoulder, and saw the eyes of the girl sitting by the bed move. His finger touched the air, and a layer of glass-like halo enveloped the two of them. stand up,

"They're about to wake up. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s method of erasing memory is really unreliable, and even the recovery time can't be determined...Let's talk about it elsewhere."

After the teleportation flashed, Strange and Sergey appeared on the roof. The young mage who called himself "Doctor Strange" leaned against the wall, spread his hands and said to Sergey,

"At present, it can be confirmed that this matter was handled by Constantine, but after dealing with the evil spirit, he ran away, and we have no way to track him down. This guy is like a cunning fox, and the most troublesome thing is that Huo Mage Guinness sensed the aura of Solomon's Seal from the remaining magic energy, which is a powerful spell recorded in the "Book of Solomon", which is equivalent to a tactical missile in the magic world."

"From this point of view, he is indeed a genius of occultism, but this will cause him trouble. He is now like a lunatic wandering in the street with a weapon of mass destruction. Once Master Hogness thinks he has Threat, he will immediately kill him..."

Strange patted Sergey on the shoulder,

"I know that Seber captured Constantine to save his brother, so you better catch him before Constantine kills himself. I'm not joking. You haven't seen the battle scene of Master Hogness, I can only say that if Constantine is 10 times stronger, once he gets his eye on him, he will still die miserably."

Sergey scratched his big bald head with some headaches. A muscular man like him hates such terrible things the most. He took a deep breath,

"Forget it, leave this matter to the boss to worry about. By the way, what time is it?"

He turned his head to look at Strange, who froze for a moment, then looked at his watch, it was the one that was broken before he went to Karma Taj, Strange changed into a A very nostalgic person, he looked at the time,

"11:46, what's the matter?"

Sergey nodded, the brash man who was not afraid of the magic lion actually became a little nervous, he rubbed his hands in embarrassment, and said to Strange, "Then do me a favor , man, send me around midtown high school, today is my daughter's birthday, I owe her four birthdays, I don't want to be late."

Three minutes later, Sergey straightened his clothes and walked out of the alley next to Midtown High School. Like the past nine days, he stood like an iron tower at the gate of the school in Queens, waiting for his daughter After class, in the first few days, the new driver, Chandler, would always pick him up in a luxury car, but Mia thought it was too ostentatious, so Sergey took the bus home with his daughter every day these days.

For Mia, the return of her comatose father was obviously the happiest event. Four years ago, she almost lost her father at the age of 14 and was sent to school in New York alone. It was a difficult time. If Catherine, who was only 11 years old at the time, hadn't been with her all the time, she probably wouldn't have been able to survive.

Mia doesn't know how many things have happened in these seemingly peaceful four years, but in her opinion, everything is getting better now, and the return of her father obviously represents the arrival of all good things.

"Mia, dear Gwen, do you want to go to Hawaii with us? It's free?"

A few hippie smiling, coquettishly dressed, and somewhat handsome boys chattered to Mia and Gwen who walked out of school with books in their hands, but they didn't attract Mia's attention at all. The little Russian girl looked left and right, and soon found her father who was like a pillar in the crowd. She waved her hand happily, and Sergey pushed aside the students arbitrarily, and walked to her daughter.

Although it was not the first time we met, the ferocious aura emanating from Sergey still made Mia's best friend, Gwen Stacy, shrink her head, like a frightened The kitten shrank its head and greeted Sergey,

"Hello, Uncle Sergey."

Sergey scratched his big bald head and laughed, "Hello, little Gwen, by the way, today is Mia's birthday party, isn't your little boyfriend coming?"

Gwen waved the phone helplessly, "Parker is helping Professor Connors as an experimental assistant, and he is not off work yet, but I promise he will come on time!"

While speaking, little Gwen waved his fist in the air with a swearing expression on his face.

"Who is this? Mia, is this your new boyfriend?"

Those little ruffians stood not far away laughing, "Your taste is really bad."

"Huh? Little rascal? Are they your friends?"

When Sergey asked, Mia and Gwen shook their heads at the same time, and the boorish man stretched out a finger, "Then wait a moment, I'll go talk to them about etiquette."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards those ignorant little ruffians. Less than a minute later, he moved his arms and walked back. Behind him, 4 little ruffians were folded into a human-shaped arhat, like It is like an artistic act, which attracted a group of students to exclaim and take pictures,

"Okay girls, let's go home!"

He clapped his hands, put his arm around Mia's shoulders, and said gently, "Catherine and the others are here today, as well as Boss Seber and your Uncle Lewis, just in time to introduce your friends to little Gwen."

"Boss Cyber?"

Gwen's eyes sparkled immediately, "A real gangster?"

Mia shrugged.

"Probably, one-third of Gotham is under the control of Boss Cyber, but to be honest, you will know him when you meet him. He is no different from ordinary young people, just like a big brother. You are probably going to be disappointed, Gwen, he is not the super cool godfather you imagined."

On the other side, on the private plane from Gotham to New York, Catherine, Rascal, Emma, ​​and Clarice all dressed up and chatted together. These four girls belonged to the kind of scumbags who didn't study hard. , and Mia is the only existence among them who can be called a schoolmaster. They have a very good relationship. When they were in New York, they would often come out to eat together.

Sitting on the sidelines to close the curtain and meditate, Saibo always felt a little restless, as if going to New York this time, he would encounter many troublesome things again.

"Well... Maybe I will meet many old friends."