Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Cyber ​​finally got his beer, and there was not a lot of macaroni, it was the supper the dad had left for himself.

The young man gorged on food that was not very tasty, and the dad started to wipe his glass again. On the ground behind them, the three bodies lay in different places. The dad opened the window and the small bar The **** smell has been swept away by the night air.

In fact, people who have never seen a bullet pierce the human body, it is difficult to believe that so much blood will flow out of the human body, just like a small red pool, disgusting, pungent, and full of the smell of death.

"Huh... I feel like the whole person is alive! Thank you, dad."

Cyber ​​picked up the tissue on his hand, wiped his mouth, then sipped beer, and finally smashed the empty glass on the table, groaning freely.

"Continued Cup!"

"No, you just killed two people in my cruel gun, just for some change, you are a real villain, and you are still wearing clothes pulled from the dead, like a downright bad, look at you Eyes, you have no regrets..."

There was a trace of disgust in Father Christian's eyes. Although he said no, he turned around and fetched a large glass of beer for Cyber. He rudely scolded, "Drink this cup and leave me, right , Dispose of the body before I leave, I don’t want Jamie’s debris to come to trouble me.”

"Jamie?"

Cyber's hand tapped gently on the handle of the cold wine glass. There was a trace of tiredness in his voice. Everything that happened before was stuffed in his head, making him look a little chaotic now, making him want to think now. To sleep, he yawned, picked up his glass and said casually,

"What a bad name, it sounds like a **** guy."

"Yes, Jamie, the boss of this film, the gangsters of the Russian gangster, cruel and hard-working, a ruthless character. Of the 10 missing people, at least 7 are related to him."

Dad's mouth grinned with a malicious smile, "Guess who his new enemy is?"

Cyber ​​looked back at the three bodies and then tilted his head to look at his father. "So these disgusting black devil **** are under the guy's hand? This quality is too bad, right? Old men who can blow down the wind can turn them over."

The malicious answer made Dad sneer, he turned his face away and ignored the sneering Siberian.

"Have anyone told you that when you speak, it's like a real jerk."

"A lot of people have said so..."

A complex look flashed on Saiber’s face buried in the smoke, and finally he flicked his fingers, “Forget it, it’s utterly boring to talk to your old man. I’ll just leave the last few questions. It’s fair to say that I’ve paid you the trouble, isn’t it fair?”

"Hey! Boy, I got rid of the last trouble!"

Dad knocked on the table with great dissatisfaction, and then took a cigarette from Saibo's cigarette case, took a sip, and wiped it out fiercely, "Bah, what a woman smokes, and what do you say Are they my trouble? Maybe they are my guests?"

After talking, the old man drew a pipe from the counter, like a corn pipe in the style of MacArthur. After it was clicked, a spicy smell revives the confused Zeber spirit. He smoothly took the cigarette **** in his hand. Strangled, picked up a coin, and kept beating on the finger to play, while saying,

"At 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, three little gangsters with tattoos, armed, sit in a bar with only one old man. This bar is on the nearest street by the port. There are night workers on the dock. The place where the business is booming is so deserted, so should I continue?

The dad let out a low laughter, the rain outside the window seemed to grow bigger, crackled on the window, the old-fashioned ceiling fan above his head creaked, he took a breath, and the red light on the top of the pipe lit up , In the smoke, he spoke,

"A smart person... There are not many people like this in Gotham. Ask, what do you want to know?"

"Where is this place? What time is it now?"

The dad looked at Cyber ​​with his head down in surprise, and then said aloud, "Here, it's Gotham, should you come from another city? Isn't this a good place, now..."

The old man looked back at the wall clock hanging on the wall, "2:37 at night."

"No, I mean which country is this? What's the date today?...Forget it, give me today's newspaper!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the newspaper put by his dad in the bar, and he reached out and started to expand. Thanks to the knowledge he had learned, English was not difficult for him, but it was reflected in The bold words on the first line of the eyelids make Cyber ​​frown.

"Bruce Wayne resurrected? The son of Gotham finally returned after seven years of missing!"

"The Stark Group has completed the functional spin-off. Can Tony, the son of the 22-year-old giant, take the lead?"

"During the California riots, the Mutant Radical Group asked Congress to look squarely at the situation of mutants being discriminated against!"

Below the last news, there is also a huge color picture, which is a young man with open arms and spitting flames, and beside him, ordinary people flee everywhere.

Cyber's eyes quickly turned to the upper right corner of the newspaper, where a black time remained, letting the Buddha laugh at his hindsight.

"July 13, 2000...this is a terrible day."

Seeing that Cyber ​​was suddenly silent, Father Christian did not know how to continue the conversation, but for a few seconds, Cyber ​​raised his head again, looked at the father, and asked him It's a ridiculous question.

He pointed to the thickened news in the newspaper and the handsome young man with sunglasses on the picture, and asked with some doubt,

"Is this Wayne Industries famous locally? Who is this young man?"

Daddy looked at Siberian like an alien. He took off the pipe in his mouth. "You don't even know this? It seems that you came from a backcountry, shouldn't it be a stolen/passed over bar? ?"

"Don't be kidding?"

Cyber's eyes rolled over, and he could see that he was really in a bad mood now. The dad pondered for a while and then said readily,

"That young man is Bruce Wayne, heir to Wayne Industries, and Wayne Industries is Gotham’s largest consortium. More than one-tenth of Gotham people rely on it to eat. No one in Gotham knows him. He disappeared seven years ago, and we all thought he was dead, but we didn’t expect him to come back again. It was an authentic playboy, a celebrity, and he had several banquets when he came back. A very energetic and generous Young man... well, how to say? He is almost my boss too!"

"Ok?"

Cyber's eyes flickered, and he heard Daddy saying,

"Jamie’s **** thought I would stand firm to the point of being a victim of his strength? No, no, I’m not that stupid. That bar is very valuable! I always know, so I have to give it to me Old man finds a decent successor, Bruce Wayne is quite good, isn't he? His company is about to go public, they want to start to restore the business of Gotham Port, they need a vibrant port, want to be dynamic, Places for recreation are always indispensable."

Speaking, Dad proudly put his pipe in his mouth again and talked to a stranger who had just met for less than an hour.

"Jamie can never think of it. He thought it was just a droopy old man who stood in front of him, but after 3 days, he would know how ridiculous he was wrong, and he was the richest flower with the entire Gotham. The son is right, those big men only need to move their fingers, and his proud gang will disappear, so that he knows that he is just a wild dog picking up food in the garbage dump!"

"Fur..."

The daddy who became more and more excited leaned on the chair and reached out to untie his second button, revealing the corner of the tattoo on his chest, “I’m old and can’t hold the gun, but it’s not just a wild dog. I can grab a piece of meat from me! Everyone thought I would lose and I would die, but they didn’t know why I was stiff for a month. I’m not the one who can’t fight back!”

When he heard his dad spitting out the second smoke ring, Cyber ​​tapped his finger on the bar, he raised his head and looked at his dad who was also staring at him,

"You don't have to say so much to a stranger of unknown origin, so let's be frank, what do you need me to do? And what can I get? For the sake of this glass of wine, I think we can be just like before , Cooperate again."

"Hahaha, you villain who makes money!"

Daddy leaned down and propped it on the table with his left hand. "Fortunately, when I was young, but I was old. They had to deal with me as a bullet. You're right. Jamie's patience has arrived. At the end, if it weren’t you tonight, I’m probably the one who fell to the ground. My latest guy stole my $500 and ran away, so in the last three days and the days when the contract was transferred, I need someone who can fight again The cruel new helper stood with me, as for what you can get... let me think about it."

Father Christian’s finger tapped on his forehead,

"Ten thousand dollars, plus an identity that will allow you to integrate into Gotham, you know, although the security of this ghost place is very bad, although the gang is rampant, although more than a dozen people will die every day, although it is already rotten, it still has Orderly, at least orderly on the surface, an identity can save you a lot of trouble, especially for a completely black person like you."

"Oh, it sounds like a good place."

Cyber ​​didn't murmur, his fingers kept beating on some dilapidated bar, and finally stretched out a finger before his eyes,

"An identity, plus 50,000 US dollars, I can guarantee that even a fly doesn't want to be close to you, you know, daddy, your life is very valuable, isn't it? And there are people who can fight everywhere, but like me "It's cruel, it's hard to find."

"Ha ha ha ha ha, you really are a real bad kind!"

Dad stood up, took a bunch of keys from the bar and threw it to Cyber, and then said meaningfully, "Gotham will be a paradise for you... Now, let me dispose of those unappetizing bodies. ！ Then go to the 3rd floor to sleep, start work at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning! And I hope you can really be a smart person, Cyber, at least until Jamie is killed, we are a gang, remember this."

Cyber ​​took the key and scratched his head,

"Is there a rope? Boss, and how do you deal with these things in general? My previous habit was to tie a stone and throw it into the sea. It was a hundred, and it was easy and happy."

"...Oh, that's too coincidental, and so are we!"