Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

The old gun bar, in this rainy night, the atmosphere stagnated to the extreme.

The gray-haired young man has stood up, holding a gun in his left hand and pointing at the head of the uninvited Saibo. Everyone at the scene knows that this gun is not used to scare people, it really contains Bullets, and Byrne would really shoot. The missing person he said before was not bragging. Although he could not kill the person, he was also an accomplice.

You have to know that there is a big difference between killing someone and not killing someone. Saibo raised his head and looked at the muzzle in front of him. There was a tremor. It seemed that the person holding the gun was a bit agitated. No wonder, after all, He was just a young man, with a hint of immature on his face, probably in his 20s, and an unshaven beard.

What were you doing when you were in your 20s?

Saibo's eyes jumped, and then an indescribable headache rushed to his brain, causing him to give up the idea of ​​continuing to remember. The only thing that is certain is that at that time, he was holding a gun in his hand. Will shake.

"Hi! Bastard, don't cause trouble in my bar! Get out!"

Father Christian saw that Byrne took out the gun, his heart was tense, and he put down the glass and began to growl, but Berne ignored him, just stared at Cyber ​​firmly, and Cole turned and cursed at his father. Soon,

"Shut up! Old man, nothing to do with you!"

"You said Cole's knife can't hurt you! What about this thing?"

Byrne gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence. In order to strengthen the momentum of the sentence, he put his finger on the trigger. He hoped to see a trace of expression on Saibo’s face, whether it was frightened or angry, if it was It's best to beg for mercy, which can make Burne feel a special pleasure from a not-so-good background.

but no!Saibo's eyes did not change. Facing Berne, he leaned on the chair, aimed the gunpoint at his heart, and whispered,

"A gun? Not bad, not bad... It's a good weapon, you know, a good weapon needs to be well maintained in order to be powerful and sharp. The most important thing is that you have to learn how to do it right. use it..."

"What do you mean? Bastard!"

Cole slammed Saber’s face, the young man’s head was beaten to one side, and when he lifted it up, there was already a trace of blood stains. Saber moved his mouth, feeling the smell of blood coming from his mouth. This familiar smell made every cell and every pore in his body scream and scream, but he had to suppress them...Soon it won’t be necessary...

"I mean, before shooting, you have to make sure that you open the insurance!"

This sentence made Byrne’s eyes change, maybe because he really didn’t know this, maybe because of other messy things, in short, his gaze turned to the revolver in his hand, less than a second, he I realized that I was being tricked again, because there was no insurance for the gun that Jamie gave him!

"damn it..."

"boom"

Byrne’s words of curse were not finished yet. Saibo, who was punched by Cole just now and didn’t respond, was like a tiger that was awakened suddenly. He jumped to the side and grabbed the distracted one with his left hand like a claw. Byrne's collar was pulled down severely, and the huge force coming from the collar made the young man let out an angry exclaim, but his body still fell involuntarily toward the poker table. Saibo's other One hand touched the table, raised it high, and stabbed it down.

The next moment, cold light flashed, blood splashed, and there was something more on the palm of Byrne's hand on the table.

Cole's dagger, Qigan pierced Bourne's palm in Saibo's hand, pierced directly into the tabletop, Qigan sank.

"Ah!"

The painful cry like a wounded beast resounded through the bar. Under the painful urging, Byrne was about to shoot subconsciously, but there was no weapon in his hand!No more!Taken away!

"Mongrel!"

Cole came from the side,

But the eyes were facing each other, Cole's anger still remained in his eyes, and in Saibo's eyes, there was only an unwavering expression, matched with that gentle smile, twisted!Absolutely twisted!

And as he had thought before, his gun hand is very stable.

The poor green-haired bastard, his expression didn't have time to change, and then...

"boom"

The gunshot, the man fell.

Cole's shattered head was raised high, and the whole person seemed to have lost all support, and fell back on the floor. The blood was mixed with white things, like a faucet opened by a naughty child, sprinkled Everywhere.

Father Christian, who always pays attention to this area, was also taken aback. He subconsciously pulled out his old spring field from the cabinet, pointed it at Saibo, and shouted

"Damn it! Put down your gun! Bastard!"

Saibo paid no attention to the excited father, but took off his blood-stained black sweater with a look of disgust, and threw it aside. He was naked and dressed in a ridiculous outfit, completely beaten by the sea and rain. Wet pajamas, turned to look at the last red-haired guy.

The guy had just pulled the dagger from his belt. He raised his head and saw the whole process of Cole falling to the ground. The poor child was so scared that he stood there, and even the ridiculous action of drawing the knife stopped in the air.

Saibo glanced at him, then set his eyes on Byrne, who was still wailing, blood was flowing down his wounds all over the table, and the pain made him not even notice the scene where his brother was headshot. , Until Saibo wiped off a little blood from his cheeks with his fingers, then wiped his clothes and wiped the blood off his fingers.

"You know, you can have this kind of problem if you shoot too close."

Saibo complained, "When the bullet passes through the head, those things will splash everywhere, so I generally don’t pursue this kind of precision too much. You know, to kill a person, beating the heart is always better than beating the head Easier...Did you hear what I said?"

What responded to him was Bourne's wailing.

"Ahhh! Shit! Shit!"

"I said, be quiet!"

"Ahhhhh! I'm going to kill you! Bastard!"

Saber shrugged his shoulders and fixed his gaze on the last young man with red hair. The muzzle was moved behind Berne, and then he showed a playful smile.

"Actually, you also think he is very annoying, right? He always gives orders to you like a big man, even if he is no different from you! You also want to teach this shit-like guy, right? It's okay, no need Restraint, I know you want to do the same, I will help you."

"No...I don't...no!"

"boom"

Another gunshot sounded, and the warm liquid splashed on the face of the stunned little bastard. His expression was completely sluggish at this moment, and Saibo let out a sigh of relief and sniffed the bloody smell in the air. , This made him regain a little bit of sleepy spirit from soaking in the cold sea water. He moved his shoulders, threw the pistol with a trace of gunpowder in his hand on the table, and took the cigarettes of these three guys from the side. Box, take one out and put it next to your mouth and light it.

"Fur...I came here for three things, some money enough for my meal, a weapon that can protect me, and a body that won’t be hated by other people, and can be in this damn weather The clothes that keep me warm..."

Saibo sat on the chair, leaned back slightly, buried his face in the rising smoke, which made the outline of his face a little blurred. He put his feet covered with mud and water stains on the already On the blood-filled table, but those eyes were tightly on the young man's body. He flicked his fingers, "You know what I mean, right."

This release of the Buddha was an order, and it was like turning on a switch on the sluggish young man’s body again. He tremblingly placed the dagger in his hand on the table, and then quickly put his black leather jacket and inner The sweater was taken off, and he took off his pants and shoes, and finally put them on the chair beside Cyber, like a quail, wearing shorts and white socks, standing tremblingly in front of Cyber , Begging,

"Don't kill me, please, I won't tell you what happened tonight, please! Don't kill me, for God's sake!"

Cyber ​​looked at the clothes and shoes at hand with a satisfied expression on his face. He nodded, opened his hands, and grumbled his mouth.

"Don't do that, kid... You see that I put the gun aside. It's a friendly gesture, isn't it? Okay, let's go home and be a good person, you know?"

"Hmm, I know, I know...Thank you."

The young man panicked, wearing only a pair of floral shorts and socks, ran towards the door of the bar, stumbled, and let the Buddha stay here for a second, and he would be entangled in something terrible. Saibo simply ignored it. Instead, he picked up the sweater with two fingers, took a closer look, and confirmed that the dress was not too dirty before putting it on.

And at the moment he put his sweater on, behind him, the young man just ran to the door of the bar. He opened his hands and his face was full of joy of renewed life and the joy of escaping from hell, like a wish Embrace the prisoner of freedom.

"boom"

With the third gunshot, the bullet coming from behind hit his back, his expression was frozen on his face forever, and the body that was still running forward fell to the ground, rolled forward two times, and lost it. All vitality.

It wasn't the gun shot by Cyber, but he was wearing pants, but there was no wave in his face. All this was in his expectation.

One bar, two people, three bodies.

In the slightly sultry air on a rainy night, the pungent bloody smell soon spilled everywhere, but no one spoke. Saibo had some difficulty putting his feet in inappropriate shoes, and then A pretty good black leather jacket was put over the gray sweater, and finally he patted the body, and put the Buddha to clean the non-existent dust.

After doing all this, he easily put away the change on the table, flicked a dozen coins up and down in his heart, put the pistol with 4 bullets in his pocket, and then pulled out the handgun The blood-soaked dagger wiped Bourne's clothes and found another 13 bullets in his pocket. Finally, he put the box of cigarettes that didn't taste very good into his trouser pocket and wiped his hair. Turned and walked towards the bar.

The blood-stained shoes left conspicuous footprints one after another on the ground. At this time, Father Christian had thrown the old spring field in his hand on the bar, and the first button of the neatly tied button Open, he sat there, looking at Saibo, who was sitting outside the bar with his chin on his chin. The latter dropped the coin in his hand on the old wooden table and said softly,

"A glass of wine, daddy, if you have something to eat, come by the way."

The old man who was over 70 years old looked at him, wrinkles on his face wrinkled like an old lion. Instead of getting up to get the wine, he asked a question, "In what name? Saibo, Drinking with me, this money is not enough, and you just let go of a guy, that will cause me trouble!"

"As an old man, I hate trouble!"

Saibo took the burnt cigarette butt from his mouth, extinguished it in the ashtray beside him, and exhaled the last puff of smoke.

"But the trouble has been solved, you solved it by yourself, so...just in the name of friendship, let's have a glass of wine, daddy, and open the window again. This damn smell is really disgusting.