Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Mexico is a typical mountainous country. The capital belongs to the plateau area, and the overall temperature does not change much. This makes the country's agriculture developed. Corn is the most important crop in this country. However, this country that should be rich has a bad fate. In fact, this land has hardly been quiet since the beginning of civilization.

It has been ruled by Spanish rulers for more than 300 years, so that the overall culture of this place is biased towards European civilization. Unfortunately, the invaders left, leaving behind a land where wars continued. The United States, France, internal dictatorship, these intricate wars The reason has been wiped out in history, and the only thing left is a land full of drugs, which can even be called one of the world's "sources of drugs".

During the heyday of this illegal trade, it even accounted for two-thirds of the demand of drug addicts in the United States. The money came in very quickly, and it raised a group of big drug lords who could even fight against the government. Don’t expect how powerful the drug lords are. Patriotic, the first thing they do when they make money is to recruit soldiers and horses to consolidate their strength, and then die in the hands of their opponents or their own people.

It's like a deformed circular event, from the moment it starts, it can never end.

But lately the drug addicts in the US are very anxious to get angry, because Mexico is at war again, and the price of those lovely crystal powders is going to rise again. They thought it was just a skirmish that lasted for more than half a month, but they didn't expect , This fight lasted for half a year, and the most terrible thing is that this time it is not a war between drug lords and drug lords. No matter who wins, it will not affect the price of drug X. One side of this war is completely rushing to build a country. Yes, and they have zero tolerance for drugs!

All of a sudden, the price of drug X in major cities in the United States has risen in a straight line like taking drugs, and all the addicts have complained, brother, this is a big problem!

Addicts can't take drugs, but they dare to kill themselves. Now someone cuts off their source of happiness, can this be tolerated?

So there were inexplicable parades in major cities in the United States, demanding that the government send troops to quell the war in Mexico. However, no one paid any attention to these clowns.

Because...they can't control it anymore.

"7th Reconnaissance Team! Come out!"

With the order of the veteran instructor with a harsh style, 10 guys in military uniforms and carrying rifles walked out of the queue. They looked like well-trained soldiers, but the problem was...

"Private Beckett! Put your damn tail back!"

The old mercenary from Hanmer Industries yelled helplessly, and the soldier whose name was called also put his rifle aside helplessly, stretched out his hand and stuffed his scaly tail back into his special pants, this action attracted The soldiers around laughed.

"What are you laughing at! You are also mutants! Damn!"

Holding the gun full of complaints, Beckett followed behind the captain, accepted today's mission, and then, together with his brothers, rushed out towards the endless Gobi beyond the barracks in a Zanxin Hummer military vehicle.

Private Beckett looked at the fleeting scenery outside the car window, and couldn't help wiping the cold rifle in his arms. Thinking of the past days, it seemed like a lifetime away.

Like many Ypsilon-level mutants, Beckett was born in a slum in remote London, England. Needless to say, his childhood life was spent in theft, starvation and beating, and Unlike the powerful and elegant Alpha Mutants, the weak Ipsilon Mutants have poor combat prowess, and most of them have mutated traits that cannot be concealed.

It is quite normal for someone like Beckett to have a slender tail. At least he only needs to cover up his tail so that he doesn't need to worry about being recognized as a mutant.

The scene that Beckett remembers most is that he was alone in his childhood hiding under the city's bridge piers, looking lonely at the rain that seemed to never stop outside. Those were really difficult days.

"I said, Beckett, how did you come to Mexico?"

Deputy captain Cromwell turned his head and asked, this guy is a strong black man, but he has two black horns growing on his head, just like the tauren in a certain legendary game. He comes from the countryside of Texas. There he has the nickname of "half bull", and Cromwell has inherited the optimistic nature of black people. Although he has been despised a lot in the past and was almost killed, he still lives happily every day, although occasionally I will patrol the edge of the battlefield with a gun in my hand, but at least I don’t have to worry about being robbed of the last hamburger.

Hearing the vice-captain's inquiry, Beckett shrugged lazily:

"I used to be a member of the European branch of the Fraternity. When the British excluded mutants, I went to Canada again. In the end, I was lucky enough to pick up my life on Alcatraz Island, and then I was thrown here. How about you? Cromwell, Don't everyone know why you came to Mexico?"

"me..."

Cromwell held his gun and leaned comfortably against the car window, occasionally looking back at the military vehicle behind him, he whispered:

"I admire Mr. Sable. I came to Mexico voluntarily. There is a recruiting office for the Devil Gang in Texas. The person in charge there is a very talkative gentleman. He has a resounding title, "Gambit". He is a A powerful Alpha, and his wife is also an Alpha. Anyway, one day, I saw Mr. Seber's speech on the street, and I ran to the conscription office. They told me that we planned to build a country and asked me if I would like to Come on, so I nodded."

"ah..."

Cromwell took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket, gave half of it to Beckett, and stuffed the remaining half into his mouth. While eating, he said:

"This is probably the best choice I made in the first half of my life. At least I won't be thrown rotten fruit here."

"You have been thrown fruit, hahaha, you unlucky bastard!"

Beckett laughed, he touched his head, there was a terrible scar there: "I was just beaten, with a steel rod...The group of human bastards got too drunk and blocked me in the alley, they Beat me with a stick, they thought I would not resist, but I did not make them feel better!"

"Come on, Beckett, it's only a stick!"

Cromwell lifted his clothes up, revealing the terrifying vertical and horizontal knife marks on his waist. He grinned and said, "Have you ever been stabbed with a knife? It was still the group of damned lunatics when I was young. They said I was Wizard, if it wasn't for another mutant passing by to save me, I'd be dead...I hate them! Beckett, I hate those humans!"

A gleam of hatred flickered in Cromwell's eyes, and then he heaved a sigh of relief and returned to his smiling face:

"Mexico is such a good place. Do you still remember the army we defeated the day before yesterday? The real frontal smash! That feeling is great! Maybe it's called glory, and even if you die, you still have a pension..."

Cromwell snorted: "No one gave us pensions before. This country will definitely be built. When we go to fight those arrogant Yankees, we must teach them a lesson sooner or later!"

"By the way, Beckett, have you seen Magneto before?"

The conversation between Corporal Cromwell and the private quickly attracted the attention of the captain. The middle-aged man with a hideous bone spur on his back threw two cigarettes and joined the discussion. He looked at Beckett and asked with a smile:

"I heard that Magneto is also a good leader. I used to belong to Professor Charles's school. I often go to parades with some weird people. It's useless."

"Captain Gore, speaking of which, I have actually seen Magneto."

Beckett took a puff of cigarette and said happily: "That was when we were still in Canada, and Mr. Seber rescued an Alpha on our side. My boss at that time was Riptide, who was also an Alpha. They were in Toronto. After a big battle, half of the city was destroyed, and then Magneto personally went to our base and selected people to pursue Mr. Sable."

He frowned, reached out and wiped his face:

"Magneto has wrinkles on his face, his hair is white, and he wasn't so haggard at that time. When I met him later on Alcatraz, he was already very vicissitudes, but anyway, Magneto is a good leader. Or, at least in Canada at the time, but no one dared to publicly humiliate mutants, of course, it is still incomparable with Mr. Seber now, after all, we all accounted for a quarter of Mexico."

"Hey, I think so too. Mr. Seber is the boss who only won Magneto in a 1V1 single challenge. He must be even stronger!"

Cromwell chuckled, probably because he thought the topic was a bit weird, so the black man coughed and changed the subject: "Brother Gore, what are we going to investigate this time? Is it the camp of those drug dealers again?"

"no."

Old Gore smoked a cigarette and waved his hands:

"The superiors said that we will not fight in the next 3 months, and we need to leave time for recruits to train. The four new commanders are very strict. Some of the recruits who have just been sent over have suffered. Choose the barracks for them, and then re-demarcate the isolation zone...Maybe there will be a one-month vacation, you can go to Gotham or Star City, that is the territory of the devil gang, no one will discriminate against us."

"I want to go home..."

Beckett yawned: "The place where we just landed is now managed by mutants. I bought a house there. It's very cheap. Why don't you go to my place to rest when you're on vacation? Some unhappy mutant babes who lived in Europe settled there, hehe...”

As soon as Beckett's words fell, a thunder sounded above everyone's heads, startling everyone.

Cromwell subconsciously stuck his head out of the car window and looked up at the sky. The next moment, the bull-headed black man shouted:

"Gore, Beckett, look! The sky! The sky is cracked!"

"click"

The military vehicle stopped in place, and the second military vehicle behind also stopped. They jumped out of the vehicle, raised their heads, and looked at the sky. In the endless sky, the original blue sky and white clouds had disappeared, replaced by a dark red cloud The storm, it is circling, like a split eye in the sky, looking at the world mercilessly and indifferently.

Moreover, in the dark clouds, there were lightning flashes and thunder, and in the center of the sky, there was a colorful light shining, and in the surrounding clouds, there were shining runes of light. Looking at the mountains was like a legendary scenery, or like The gods are about to fall from the sky.

"My God! What the hell is going on here?"

Old Gore supported the helmet on his head and shouted. He took out the car phone, but there was only a busy tone in his ears. Everyone looked up helplessly at the changing situation in the sky. When it was the most violent, everyone could even It felt as if the sky had been suppressed that day.

"My God! My God!"

Beckett felt parched, and he tightly hugged the rifle in his arms. This cold weapon could bring him some peace at this moment, but the rare weather changes come and go faster, probably It lasted for about 30 seconds, everything in front of me suddenly disappeared, and the blue sky and white clouds hung in the sky again, as if the previous scene had never appeared before.

"Gore, Gore, are we going to keep going?"

Cromwell yelled, Old Gore didn't speak, but Beckett shook his head vigorously:

"No! Let's go back! Those runes... I've seen those runes... We have to report to the officer! I hope I'm not mistaken... Odin is here."