Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Although Daddy scolded, he finally drove his broken pickup, carrying the body of a **** and three bastards, and drove towards Gotham Harbor in the late night rain.

It's not that Cyber ​​wouldn't drive, or that he couldn't handle this small scene by himself, just because the environment of Gotham Harbor was too dangerous for an outsider. This kind of weather is most suitable for some secret transactions. , Dad can’t think of a helper that he can find easily, so he sleeps under the sea of ​​Gotham so unclearly.

Cyber ​​is really capable of playing, but in this era, it is not an era when light energy can solve problems.

The rainy night in this season is a bit cold, especially when standing on the pier with wind and wind, Saiber moved three large black pockets from the car, and found some heavy stones from the side, using wire Wrap them neatly, and then push the three things into the sea under the watch of the dad sitting in the car, there is no moon in the rainy night, so this sad thing that just happened except God and these two No one knows except individuals.

"Next, kid."

Dad's hand stretched out of the car window and threw a cigar to Cyber, who held it to his mouth and lit it hard in the rain. The mellow smoke floated beside him. His upper body was shrouded in the mist of the rainy night.

The mellow smoke wafted in the cold night around Cyber. In the demise of the cigar, the chaotic thinking again involuntarily fell into the memories of the past.

The fragmented memory may not be because of this confusing journey, but because the life was once fragmented, and Cyber ​​vaguely remembers that he opened the envelope again and again, with various names written on it. English, Chinese, and some distorted text.

That used to be his goal and his life. He used a gun, a knife, a hand, a rope, a trap to let those who shouldn't survive to accept the ending they deserved, but at that time he , Should not be a bad guy in the traditional sense.

Because in that memory, there are still pictures of his oath, and that heavy mission.

From one city to another, from one country to another, from one continent to another, his life is never dominated by himself, his circle is also pale and terrible, there is no friendship, no love, no affection, What does it look like? That kind of life...

"arms!"

Cybermoon remembered the word that jumped into his mind, and then he shook his wet hair.

Yes, live like a weapon, don't even need to think, focus on your task, focus on... killing people.

Like a snake living in the dark, or a bulldog or the like, who only needs to polish his fangs, he used to adapt to this kind of life, but why did he break this kind of life?

Saber endured an increasingly severe headache. This body didn't seem to want him to recall too many things, but these were enough.

The last picture flashed in his mind was a scene in which he was wearing pajamas in front of a child holding a plush doll. It seemed to be a city in this country. He should be performing a task in a hotel On the street at the door, bullets like light and shadow flew towards him.

He closed his eyes, he knew he was going to die...

"There is an afterlife...live for yourself!"

That was probably the last sentence of his previous life, but ironically, if his biological clock did not go wrong, it should be what he said 2 hours ago. The result is that the fate is so magical, perhaps because the previous life killed and saved people, So at the last moment, the **** of heaven and heaven gave him a chance...

"cut"

Cyber ​​disgusted two smoke from his nostrils, then gestured his **** towards the sky. He never believed in God.

But he thought that sentence was awesome, he turned around holding a cigar that had burned to half, leaned on the cold railing, and lowered his head in the heavy rain, feeling the rain drop that became more and more violent, he Watching his own hands, watching the rain wet it, and then slowly **** in the raindrops.

"Live this life for yourself!"

"Boom"

A flash of thunder struck the sky, illuminating the dim Gotham Harbor at this moment, and the dad looked at Seber, who was walking down in the heavy rain, and the moment the lightning flashed through the sky, illuminating everything Only the figure of Cyber ​​is dark and ink in the light.

Looks...very Coolooool!

Cyber ​​stayed in the rain for five minutes before he was embarrassed to return to the car.

The dad started the car, looking at Cyber ​​with his head against the window curiously, and asked in a low voice, "What were you doing just now?"

Originally a lot of talking, Silber was very silent at this moment, until he re-answered the old gun bar and walked into the rattling wooden door, he threw the cigarette **** in his mouth to the rainy night outside the door, and then He grinned at his father and showed a big smile.

"I'm saying goodbye."

The dad looked at Cyber ​​as a neuropath, then tucked the mop in his palm and pointed to the floor covered with blood footprints,

"Very good, you are a sentimental villain, so clean this place for me, and then go to bed, there is food in the refrigerator on the second floor, remember, nine o'clock tomorrow... Jamie may be in trouble."

Christian, a veteran, put his hand around Cyber's neck and strangled it hard. This was probably his way of expressing goodwill, and then Cyber ​​heard the voice of his father suppressing his anger,

"Teach me a good lesson, let me see if you are really capable, or you will only bully those hooligans."

Cyber's face instantly turned into a bitter gourd, and he looked at his father, "Well, isn't it good to kill people during the day?"

Dad's eyes at this time really looked like a neuropathy, he cursed and loosened Cyber's neck,

"The way to solve the problem is not just to kill people, you crazy, Jamie may be difficult to deal with, but his men are just fools who can't get on the table, 3 days! I only need 3 days! Do you understand?"

After talking, Dad yawned and walked up to the second floor, leaving only a small empty bar and Cyber ​​who cleaned it. When there was no one, the words became quiet. After he came down, he hummed some kind of tune and started a pleasant job.

He seems to be very careful in any work, and even squats on the ground to wipe off a blood stain with a rag, so when he finished cleaning, the hands of the clock had already pointed at 4:30, really midnight .

Cyber's body shook a little, he locked the door, walked up the stairs, took a large red intestine in the refrigerator on the second floor, and chewed on the third floor while opening the one closest to the window The door of the room, without looking at the surrounding layout, just undressed the soaked jacket in the dark, threw it aside, and fell to the bed.

Soon, an even grunt sounded.

At the same time, in the darkness of this rainy night, in a mansion not far from the pier, two bald heads are gathering together to discuss things. This room is very beautifully and luxuriously furnished, but it is placed on the table. But it is a pile of photos, and a pistol placed on the photo, and there is also an open bottle of vodka next to it. This high-precision drink is generally far away.

But it is the favorite thing of the Russians.

The shortest bald head picked up the first of the photo and put it in front of her eyes. It was a woman with brown hair and a gentle smile. Looking at this photo, there was a trace of dim eyes in her bald head. Grinning,

"Huh, what a beautiful girl, what's her name?"

"Rachel Daus, assistant local prosecutor."

The other bald head picked up Vodka and took a sip. His collar was wide open, revealing strong muscles and lush chest hair. He murmured.

"It's a tricky little beauty who doesn't like money and is not afraid of threats, and at the bottom of Chafalcone's boss, the boss let us make a little "accident", Boshkin, to you."

The short bald head shook his head and grunted.

"Okay, Gotham's public security is getting worse and worse. These justice figures may encounter some accidents before and after work. Those poor island beggars who have no food are willing to exchange their lives for money, a bullet, Like the Wayne couple back then, ha ha ha."

Speaking of which, the short bald head named Poshkin threw the photo aside, he looked at his boss and lowered his voice,

"Brother, Bruce Wayne, who died seven years ago, is back. I heard that his company intends to buy the entire Gotham Harbor. Do you think he will... After all, the boss of Falconi made you 7 years ago? Killed Zili outside the courtroom..."

Hearing Poshkin’s question, Jamie’s bottle stopped, he took a deep breath, placed the bottle on the table, and sneered.

"Master Bruce should thank me for being right. I helped him kill his father and his enemies. Besides, Falconi let me do it... but what you said makes sense."

Jamie thought with his eyes closed for a few minutes, his body straightened from the sofa, and he tickled his finger at Poshkin.

"Christian, the old immortal is not planning to sell his shop?"

"Relax, elder brother, I have sent them to "handle."

Poshkin licked his lips, "It's just a bad old man, but I don't understand, brother, what are we going to do with the broken bar?"

"What do you know!"

Jamie glared at his younger brother, but he soon explained, "Wayne Industries is planning to revitalize Gotham Port. Once the port is prospering again, a place for fun will be indispensable. The old man will not do business. Let’s do it! Find some women and get a batch of goods from the boss of Falconi. Isn’t it much more profitable than our killing? Poshkin, our brothers and two Americans from Siberia, we didn’t Who's here to sell your life! Once Bruce Wayne and Falcony meet, it's time for us to harvest!"

"Wait, no matter who it is, don't want to take Gotham Harbor from me!"