Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

The old gun bar, the table opposite the gate was moved to the center of the hall, which was filled with various foods, aromatic meat, fresh vegetables, and steaming Soup, as well as exquisite pastries and steamed rice.

It looks like a normal family dinner, but the amount is scary.

Cyber ​​sat at the front of the table, holding a pair of chopsticks he cut out last night, and slowly eating rice.

There is no doubt that these things are done by him. After being able to freely control the restorative energy in the body, his tolerance for hunger has also been strengthened. Of course, it is more because he is repairing the wound with the right energy. Not every time after pouring out of the nest, the energy stored in his body will not be consumed so quickly.

He was wearing a dark red armor. The blood stains on it had been wiped clean. The ghost mask that was also cleaned was put aside. Under the dim light, it looked very mysterious.

There were only chopsticks and chewing sounds in the whole hall. Judging from the frequency, this guy's appetite is absolutely good. As for why he is wearing this suit to eat, he naturally has no quirks. Cyber ​​is waiting. , Waiting for the arrival of unexpected guests.

He didn’t know who was coming, maybe it was Gordon, maybe some heavy policemen, or maybe someone else who knew his identity. Judging by Cyber’s previous experience, it’s definitely not such a big thing tonight. It's simple and easy to pass, there will inevitably be a lot of trouble.

Fortunately, Klein was dead, and Rachel was rescued. The result of all this was quite good. The big deal was to leave Gotham. Anyway, Dad, Catherine and Robin will not come back in the near future. There was a tall man standing down, and he was alone and happy.

Of course, he wouldn't think that he could break out of the encirclement with two knives by himself. On the left side of his chair, there was an automatic rifle. This was his loot in Arkham. There were two more on his chair. A magazine full of bullets, on the right side of the chair, is what he got when he first arrived in Gotham, a M9, ​​a Colt, and also two extra magazines.

With these things in hand, with this armor, as long as there are no more than 30 people, Cyber ​​feels that there is a high probability of leaving safely.

As he said, he is not Batman. When he kills, he is never soft, and once he wants to fight for freedom, Cyber ​​can definitely take that heart, no matter who it is, the moment he stands opposite him. , There is another name, the enemy!

Do we need kindness to the enemy?

When a firm enough person is ready to face everything, there is no need for the pale and weak things of language. He sits calmly at the table, picks up a dish of chopsticks, puts it in the mouth, and then a spoonful Rice, eating with relish, the warmth and comfort of the food entering the body, calmed the mood of Cyber ​​who had just experienced a massacre.

Like a man in the time of a sage, he even has a kind of almost philosophical thinking.

"Om"

The lights in the room were completely extinguished at this moment. The chopsticks and chewing motion in Cyber's hand stopped for a second, but he shook his head and ignored it. He continued to pick up a piece of beef and put it into his mouth.

Even the movement and frequency of eating have not changed.

A black shadow descended from the sky and landed on the front of the table. His armor style was very similar to that of Cyber, but it was black like the night, and it had a wide and soft cloak. When necessary, the cloak could be The style that swelled into the shape of a dragon wing, the most striking, was his helmet. The bat-shaped helmet looked special in the dark.

For those who are panicking, there may be a... fear.

"Have you nothing to say?"

Batman stood in front of a table full of food and waited for 2 minutes. Two people stood alone and one person sat. He looked at Cyber. For two minutes, he didn’t even change a bit, but he was alone. , Eat quietly.

This is definitely not a disguise of calmness. Bruce, who has been in the criminals for 6 years, can easily distinguish this. The guy in front of him is really calm.

Bruce even felt that if he didn't speak, the guy would sit there and eat the food at the table. He wore a bat costume in the middle of the night and walked across most of the city to come to this small bar. A man eats!

So he took the initiative to break the calm. "Two hours ago, you killed 27 people. Under the onlookers of at least 300 people, Gotham's most famous psychiatrist and psychologist was pushed down from the 5th floor. Cam, the smoke and flames, and the knife in your hand seriously wounded 33 other people. Tell me, Cyber, do I give you this armor to make you a butcher?"

Cyber ​​didn't answer immediately. He first swallowed the side dish in his mouth, drank the soup again, smashed his mouth, picked up the handkerchief from the table, wiped his mouth, and then picked up a cigar collected by his father. The blowtorch lighter ignited, and when the first plume of fume emanated, he raised his head and gave a soothing moan,

"But 2 hours ago, I also saved a dying lady, a justice prosecutor, your girlfriend, your dearest person, I also saved the last honest and brave Gotham Sergeant, as for Klein, come on, Bruce, don’t tell me you don’t know who he is... Those crazy people are neuropathy, they don’t stand in front of me, will I take the initiative to kill them?"

Cyber ​​pouted,

"I'm not a murderer and a neuropathy, and I bought this suit for money!"

He reached out and took the cigar off his mouth, straightened his body, propped his chin with his hands, and looked at Batman, who was glaring at him with a meaningful look,

"You see, they are the restless factors in this city, right? Even before they became lunatics, they were also Falconi's thugs and murderers, punishment is to promote goodness! Bruce, I am doing good deeds.. . And I did indeed do good things. In your mind, which of Rachel and Klein is more important?"

Batman disappeared into the darkness, did not answer immediately, and Cyber ​​leaned comfortably on the chair, extending a finger,

"Bruce, did you really figure this out? Did you really figure out why you came to me? Just because I killed the scum and villains who were supposed to go to hell?"

"You don't think I should kill them, right? I should throw them to the police who did nothing, I should turn a blind eye to Rachel's cry for help, I should watch the cold of Gordon in desperation, and give it to you. Show the limelight, right?"

Cyber ​​held the cigar in his mouth. He stood up from the chair, leaned his hands on the table, leaned forward,

"Do you really think I'm willing to manage these broken things?"

"You TM really think I am willing to blend in your things?"

"Bruce! I rescued your favorite woman. I rescued people with conscience. I punished real sin. You TM ran over in the middle of the night and asked me what I thought?"

"My idea is..."

Cyber ​​took off his cigar, threw it on the ground, and looked at the tall figure indifferently,

"Are you TM neuropathy? Do you really know what you are doing? In my opinion, you are childish like a child!"

"boom"

Bruce's fist hit the table, slamming those soups and waters everywhere. When Cyber ​​challenged, he succeeded in angering his anger. He stepped forward and said,

"You do those things with kindness, but you can not kill them! What is the difference between you and the criminal mob? You are even more hateful than them! The mob will only steal money, what you take away is Their lives!!!"

"What the **** did you have to do to make you so dismissive of life? Ask yourself, are you really qualified to judge them and take their lives?"

"Saibo, you could have done better, instead of being a villain who exercised slaughter in the name of justice! You did not make good use of your power!"

"boom"

Cyber's hands grabbed the edge of the table and pushed hard outwards. The whole table full of food flew aside. Those soups and water, those plates and tableware, and the containers that held the food hit the floor. Ping pong is like a destructive concert.

"You exercise justice to avenge the crime that killed your parents. You are just to satisfy your inner anger and wear a sounding coat for it. I don't need to hide it. I won't exercise **** justice for revenge and anger. !"

"Justice to TM! What I do is my justice!"

"Don’t measure me by your standards, you have lost your parents, you are very poor, you have psychological trauma, you are afraid of bats, but you TM is a neuropathy, I am not! I am a normal person, I have my joys and sorrows , It’s my own business to kill who I am, I think they deserve to die! I think their existence is unfair to others!"

"Whoever moves me, I will kill! Whoever moves my cheese, I will cut off his hand!"

Saber strode in front of Bruce. He looked up at him and reached for the collar of his armor.

"Tell me, Bruce, as someone who is also trying to solve problems with violence and fear, why do you TM manage me?"

"I won't kill people!"

Batman reached out and opened Cyber’s hand that grabbed the neckline, “I’m not going to make myself a murderer! I know all the darkness and sin, I wander among them, but I will never become them! I Sympathy, you don’t! It makes you and me different!"

"So, that's the difference between us... I don't understand why, as two big men, why not use a more simple and manly way to deal with disputes?"

Cyber ​​held the dark red ghost face in his left hand slowly to his face. In the dark hall, a flash of cold flashed in his eyes under the lens, his hands stretched behind him, two slender handless hands The straight-edged knives fell on both sides of the body,

"I thought it would be a group of heavily armed police...but you can do it too, come, Bruce, let me see, what step can your compassion make you do? Can your compassion help you? Beat me! Let me see where you can carry out your creed."

"Let me see if your strength is enough to make you talk nonsense in front of me!"

Bruce also flashed a trace of indifference in his eyes under the bat helmet. His arms drooped and flicked gently, and the left and right L-shaped sharp blades appeared outside the armor.

"Then come, defeated!"

"boom"

The long knife in his left hand was cut across and was blocked by Bruce's armor. He kicked his foot to Bruce's left leg, and Batman's other fist also hit his chest.

The two men grunted at the same time and backed away.

There is nothing fancy, both are masters of fighting, and it is their fighting style that goes straight.

"I used to see too many people like you in that organization, Cyber. They thought that relying on power can be lawless and can do whatever they want, but they can't!"

Bruce rushed to the opponent, his deep voice rang in the hall of the old gun bar,

"Strength must be limited by rules. You can never get rid of this kind of rules. You have to be in awe of your power instead of using it casually to bring death."

"boom"

The sharp blade of his hands was blocked by Cyber's double knives crossed in front of him. The young man's body stepped back two steps, moved his wrist, and a slight smile appeared under his faceplate.

"I will! Can you control it?"

"Then you will bleed and you will feel pain!"

"puff"

The left arm that increased the power broke through the blade, and a blood mark was drawn on the neck of Cyber. If it was a little more, it would directly cut the trachea, but with the supplement of sufficient energy, the heat flow surged to the whole body, blood Stopped at this moment.

"puff"

With a tooth for a tooth, the sharp blade brushed Bruce's arm, and the fast-moving blade ripped through the armor. The same blood appeared. Under the armor, Saiber licked his lips.

"Sorry, I haven't been afraid of pain since I was a child!"