Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Gotham Harbor at night is always like this, quiet, dead, and unspeakable depression.

Day is the day for the successful, and night is the night for the mice. Order and chaos have never been so obvious in the same place. If you are an old resident of Gotham, then you should have known a rule: Don’t be here Running around at night.

You will lose not just your wallet, your first time, maybe you will lose your life.

It has never been a good place to live and work in peace, but desperate people flock here... Wait, I mean desperate, literally.

"Wow, wow"

The slightly dirty sea water was beating against the coast, adding a special feeling to the deep night. A fish was wagging its tail cautiously, trying to cross the surface of the sea to breathe the air. The weather tonight was very bad, probably It's raining.

suddenly.

"Puffing"

The heavy object from the sky smashed into the water, and the splashing water scared the poor fish to the bottom of the sea. The moment the heavy object hit the sea, the cold sea water followed his nostrils, ears and mouth. Into the body, he wakes up from the terrible chaos in the next moment.

"Ahem... Damn it, where is this?"

The man wearing only pajamas struggled to maintain his balance on the sea, trying hard to keep himself from sinking into the water, but his squishy brain could not complete this action. In the end, he could only observe the surroundings while taking a swim. The dark coast lined past.

In this not-so-warm weather, after soaking in the cold sea for 10 minutes, coupled with the light and soaked pajamas, when he went ashore, the exhausted man lay down on the beach, no longer thinking Woke up.

He looked breathlessly at the sky without a trace of starlight above his head, and then reached out his hand to touch his chest. That's right, there are three charred bullet holes in the pajamas, but what about blood?Where's the wound?

The heart that should have been broken was still beating vigorously, and his thoughts became chaotic. In the end, he gave up thinking. Now that these things he never believed before have appeared... just accept it.

"Hahaha"

The man who fell from the sky laughed twice, then gestured his middle finger to the sky, got up from the beach, and threw the blood-soaked pajamas full of bullet marks into the sea, naked, step by step He walked towards the light that was still lit in the distance of the port.

After bidding farewell to the past, he walked tired, um...maybe he still had a trace of luck to escape.

The "Old Gun" bar, the most lively place in the Gotham Port area 3 years ago, has been no one cares about after 3 years. Of course, it is not because of the decline of Daddy Christian's craftsmanship, but because the stubborn dad refused to take charge of it. The "friendship" of the Russian gangs in the area.

As a veteran, Dad did not allow those messy things to happen on his site. This persistence once won him a lot of praise, but now, he got into trouble. Not all dockers will be threatened by Jamie’s dog legs. Next, I insisted on coming here to drink.

After all, it's just a glass of wine, there is no need to risk your life to drink it, right?

Dad has been insisting for a month, no one knows how long he can hold on, but according to Jamie's character and his rules, if Dad continues to be tough, some bad things may happen.

At 2 o'clock in the night, a heavy rain fell, crackling the windows, and Christian with white hair and a worn leather jacket was standing behind a shabby bar, wiping the wine glasses. He shouldn't have done this work. But three days ago, after the last guy also took the $500 in the old father's bar counter and left without saying goodbye, he had to come by himself.

Three handsomely dressed young people are sitting in the corner gambling money,

This is just a small bar, no music, no singers, no messy decorations, full of a retro taste, and on a stormy night, probably no one will come here, so the old man is going to close the door in 10 minutes, maybe Also use his old spring field to drive away these little bastards.

At this moment, "Ding Dong"

The door of the bar was pushed open, and the daddy and the gangsters raised their heads at the same time, and then they saw a strangely dressed guy coming in. It was a yellow man, and he was wearing a dirty black sweater. It looked like it was picked up from which garbage dump, and he was wearing a pair of pajamas, barefoot, and looked like a downright tramp.

The old man instinctively wanted to scold him, however, the man raised his head, first glanced at the whole bar, and did not look at the old man. Instead, he focused on the three who have started playing dice again. With a grin on the corner of his mouth, he strode over.

The old man silently started wiping the glass again, and put his other hand on the wooden handle of the old Chuntian under the counter. He knew that smile...that's not the expression that should appear on the tramp, but why bother to say it. , Anyway, the bad luck is Jamie's crap.

When Daddy Christian put on a look of lively look, the dirty man also got in touch with the fancy little bastards.

"Hi guys, can I join you?"

This guy rubbed his hands and showed a very interested expression. He is very fluent in English and has a California accent. This should be a good rhythm to say hello, but his dirty appearance and liking The smell of not getting up, but it gave him a serious drop. The little bastard with his head dyed green glanced at him, and without looking back, he refocused his attention on the dice in his hand and gave him a cold sound,

"roll!"

The man was not annoyed, but continued to smile and said, "Don't be like this, guys, give me a chance, my dice-rolling technique is great!"

The green-haired bastard was disturbed twice, and was already a little impatient, but when he clenched his fist, the tall and thin young man sitting opposite him with gray hair stopped his companion, and then With a hint of mockery, looking at this uninvited man,

"Join? Yes...but what do you use as a bargaining chip? You don't even have a penny on you? So go back to the trash and pick up burgers. That's where you should stay, hahaha"

After speaking, the three little gangsters laughed at the same time, but the young man just shrugged, opened the chair and sat on it, putting his hands on the table naturally, and said solemnly,

"Look, I am a healthy adult. I have two hands, a pair of legs, and..."

"Hi, bastard, we are not interested in men!"

The last little bastard with dyed red hair felt insulted. He slapped the table with a very impatient slap and shook the beer all over the table, "Especially you! Get out of me! !"

Under the glare of the three people, the homeless man opened his hands calmly and finished the second half of his sentence.

"Um...I mean, I have a life, I'll bet with you with this thing, is it fair?"

After this sentence was spoken, the whole bar fell silent. The three little gangsters were speechless, but they weren't scared or shocked. Their first reaction was, isn't this guy a lunatic?

Afterwards, the second reaction was to rejoice!

It is not easy to discuss life under the boss of Jamie. He often arranges some not-so-important gang members to do some very "dangerous" things. For these three guys, it is very unfortunate that they belong to that kind. The peripheral members who are not very important, otherwise they would not be arranged at this time to threaten an unarmed old man.

Even more unfortunately, after 3 days, there was a very "dangerous" transaction... Then at this time, a madman who seemed to care nothing about his life was sent to the door. Is there anything better than this?

The three exchanged their eyes, and finally the guy with the silver-gray hair spoke. He tried to make his expression more fierce. He seemed to be imitating Big Jamie. He lowered his voice.

"Do you know what you mean by this sentence?"

"Hmm."

The dirty young man shrugged, obviously, he knew.

"Do you know the fate of failing to keep your promise? Just last month, a guy who lied to us was thrown into Gotham Harbor. Now the body has not been found, do you understand what I mean?"

"Well, no need to say more, give me a pair of dice, I lose, I will naturally do what you said."

The young man casually leaned on the chair, pointed to his disgusting sweater and said, "Look at my current state, do you think I will still be afraid of death?"

"Okay! Cole, give him a set of dice!"

The green-haired young man placed a set of dice in front of the young man. He reached out and took the dice and looked at it, then raised his head and grinned at the three punks with a big smile.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to say, what is my name... Forget it, call me Cyber, Cyber, um... Cyber ​​Hawke."

"No one wants to know what your name is, let's get started, trash guy."

Cole relentlessly mocked, and then began to shake the dice in his hand, and the other two people also started to shake. They played the simplest kind, with 3 dice and the smallest number of points. It was as simple as a 3-year-old kid would play. , But judging from the scattered banknotes and coins around them, these three guys are quite big.

Saibo likes this kind of occasion, likes this kind of opponent, three stunned people, the most important thing is what he needs most now, these three guys have on hand, and it is rainy night outside, there is thunder, witnesses There is only one old man who has been paying attention here.

"Fate is taking care of me!"

Saibo came out with an endless sentence, and then reached out and took the dice in front of him together with the outer wooden box, and slammed it on the table. Then, without waiting for other people's reaction, the first one opened the shield. box.

"18 o'clock! Look, I said it, fate is taking care of me!"

The three gangsters were dumbfounded, exchanged their eyes again, and then placed three banknotes next to Cyber, and started shaking again, and the second round began.

"Oh, it's 18 o'clock again, so lucky!"

The third game, "Look, it's 18 o'clock again, I'm really out of luck, right?"

The fourth game, "Tsk tsk, I don't know what to say."

"boom!"

Cole's fists hit the table, and he felt that he was humiliated again. Angrily, Cole's left hand was wiped on his belt, and then he slammed on the table, a sharp dagger stuck in it. At the side of Saibo, the black handle was still trembling slightly, and Cole stared at Saibo like an irritated bull, shouting,

"You smashed a thousand! Asshole! I'm going to kill you!"

"Hey, calm down, man!"

Saibo didn't even look at the dagger in his hand, but slowly picked up the bills in front of him, folded them together, and said casually, "Your knife that has never seen blood can harm no one. That’s it. If you lose, you will win. Instead of shouting at me, you might as well sit down and play a few more games. Maybe you’ll lose your money, right?”

At this point, a blind man can see that Cyber ​​is abnormal. Normal people don’t respond to the dagger next to him, but they are Jamie’s doglegs. Naturally, self-defense is not just a dagger, so When Saibo raised his head, a silver-colored metal hole pressed against his head.

That is... a gun.