Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

In the end, Cyber ​​got his beer and a plate of macaroni, which was not too much.

The young man gobbled up food that was not very tasty, and the old man started to wipe his glasses again. On the ground behind them, three corpses were lying in different places. The old man opened the window and was in the small bar. The smell of blood has already been swept away by the night air.

In fact, it is hard to believe that people who have never seen bullets penetrate the human body will shed so much blood, like a small red pool, disgusting, pungent, and full of the smell of death.

"Huh... I feel like the whole person is alive! Thank you, father."

Saibo picked up the tissue at hand, wiped his mouth, then drank beer, and finally smashed the empty glass on the table, letting out a happy groan.

"Continued Cup!"

"No, you just shot and killed 2 people cruelly in my territory, just for some change. You are a real villain. You are still wearing clothes pulled from the dead, like an outright bad species. Look at you. Eyes, you have no regrets..."

A trace of disgust flashed in Father Christian’s eyes. Although he said no, he turned around and fetched a large glass of beer for Cyber. He cursed rudely, "Drink this glass and get out of here, yes. , Dispose of the body before leaving, I don’t want Jamie’s crap to trouble me."

"Jamie?"

Cyber's hand tapped gently on the handle of the cold wine glass, and his voice was somewhat tired. Everything that happened before was stuffed into his mind, making him look a little chaotic now, making him want to desperately now. About to sleep, he yawned, picked up his glass and said casually,

"It's a bad name, it sounds like a gay."

"Yeah, Jamie, the boss of this movie, the Russian gangster, cruel and cruel, is a cruel character. Among the 10 missing people, at least 7 are related to him."

The old man grinned with a malicious smile, "Guess who his new enemy is?"

Saibo glanced back at the three corpses, then tilted his head to look at the old man, "So these bastards with disgusting black devil tattoos on their arms belong to that gay guy? Isn't this quality too bad? The old man who can blow down can knock them down."

This malicious answer made the old man snorted coldly, and he turned his face and stopped paying attention to the laughing Cyber.

"Has anyone told you that when you speak, you are like a real bastard."

"A lot of people have said that..."

A complicated look flashed across Cyber's face buried in the smoke, and finally he flicked his fingers, "Forget it, it's boring to talk to you old man. I will leave after asking the last few questions. Now, it can be regarded as my reward for solving these troubles for you. It is fair, isn't it?

"Hey! Boy, I did the last trouble!"

The old man knocked on the table very dissatisfied, then took out a cigarette from Saibo’s cigarette case, took a puff, and squeezed it out, "Bah, what a woman smokes, and why do you say They are my trouble? Maybe they are my guests?"

After speaking, the old man took out a pipe from the counter, which looked like a corn pipe in MacArthur’s style. After lighting it, the pungent taste refreshed the bewildered Cyber ​​spirit, and he took the cigarette butt in his hand. Pinch it out, pick up a coin, and play with it constantly beating on the finger, while saying,

"At 2 o'clock in the night, three young gangsters with tattoos, armed with weapons, were sitting in a bar with only one old man. This bar is on the nearest street by the port. There are night workers on the dock. The place where business is booming is so deserted, so do you want me to continue talking?"

The old man let out a deep laugh,

"A smart person... there are not many people like Gotham, ask, what do you want to know?"

"Where is this place? What time is it now?"

The old man glanced at Saibo with his head down in surprise, and then said loudly, "This is Gotham. You should come from another city? This is not a good place, now..."

The old man looked back at the bell hanging on the wall, "2:37 in the evening."

"No, I mean which country is this? What's the date today?...Forget it, give me a copy of today's newspaper!"

Before Cyber’s words were finished, he saw the newspaper placed on the bar by his father, and he reached out and unfolded it. Thanks to the knowledge he had learned, English was not difficult for him, but reflected The bold words in the first line of the eyelids made Saber frown.

"Bruce Wayne is resurrected? The Son of Gotham has finally returned after missing 7 years!"

"The Stark Group has been split up. Can Tony, the 22-year-old son of a wealthy man, take on the big responsibility?"

"When the California riots were underway, the mutant militant group asked Congress to face up to the situation of the mutants being discriminated against!"

Below the last piece of news, there was also an oversized color picture. It was a young man with open arms and breathing flames. By his side, ordinary people fled everywhere in embarrassment.

Saibo's eyes quickly turned to the upper right corner of the newspaper. There, a black time stayed, letting the Buddha laugh at his hindsight.

"July 13, 2000...this is a really bad day."

Seeing Seber fell silent suddenly, Father Christian didn’t know how to continue this conversation, but luckily a few seconds later, Seber raised his head again, looked at the father, and asked him Quite a question.

He pointed to the enlarged and bold news in the newspaper and the handsome young man with sunglasses on the picture, and asked with some confusion,

"Is this Wayne Industry famous locally? Who is this young man?"

The old man looked at Cyber ​​as if he was watching an alien. He took off the pipe in his mouth and said, "You don't even know this? It looks like you really came from which poor country, could it be a stolen/traveled person? ?"

"Stop kidding, okay?"

Saibo rolled his eyes and saw that he is really not in a good mood right now. The old man pondered for a moment, and he said readily.

"That young man is Bruce Wayne, the successor of Wayne Industries, and Wayne Industries is the largest consortium in Gotham. More than one-tenth of Gotham people rely on it for food. No one in Gotham does not know him. He disappeared 7 years ago. We all thought he was dead, but we didn’t expect him to come back again. He was an authentic playboy, a celebrity. He had several banquets when he came back. He was very energetic and generous. Young man... well, how do you put it? He will soon be my boss too!"

"Ok?"

Cyber's eyes flickered, and he heard the old man continue to organize the glasses while saying,

"The bitch of Jamie thought I would stand firm to the end, so as to be a victim of his display of strength? No, no, I'm not stupid enough yet. This bar is very valuable! I always knew it, so I had to give it to me. The old man finds a decent successor. Bruce Wayne is pretty good, isn't it? His company is about to go public. They want to start to restore the business of Gotham Harbor. They need a vigorous port, they want to be vigorous, A place for recreation is always indispensable."

While speaking, the old man proudly put the pipe in his mouth again, and talked to a stranger who had only met for less than an hour.

"Jamie would never think of it. He thought he was just an old man standing in front of him, but after 3 days, he would know how outrageous he was. He was spending money with the richest in Gotham. The son is right, those big people only need to move their fingers, and the gang he is proud of will disappear, so that he can know that he is just a wild dog in the garbage dump!"

"Fur..."

The more and more excited dad leaned on the chair, stretched out his hand to undo his second button, revealing the corner of the tattoo on his chest, "I am old and can't hold a gun anymore, but it's not just any wild dog. Everyone can grab a piece of meat from me! Everyone thinks I will lose or die, but they don’t know why I stood firm for a month. I’m not the one who can’t fight back!”

When he heard the old man spit out the second puff of smoke, Saibo tapped his finger on the bar. He raised his head and looked at the old man who was also staring at him.

"You don't have to talk so much to a stranger of unknown origin, so let's be frank, what do you need me to do? And what can I get? For the sake of this glass of wine, I think we can be like before , Work together again."

"Hahaha, you villain who makes dead money!"

The old man leaned down and leaned on the table with his left hand. "Fortunately, I was also when I was young, but I am old. They have to deal with me as a bullet. You are right. Jamie's patience has arrived. At the end, if it weren’t for you tonight, I’m afraid it’s me who fell on the ground. One of my recent buddies stole me 500 dollars and ran away. So for the last 3 days and the days when the contract was transferred, I need someone who can fight again. The cruel new helper is standing with me, as for what you can get...let me think."

Father Christian tapped his finger on his forehead.

"US$10,000, plus an identity that allows you to integrate into Gotham. You have to know that although this ghost place is very poor, although the gangs are rampant, although more than a dozen people will die every day, although it is rotten, it still has Orderly, at least superficially orderly, an identity can save you a lot of trouble, especially for a completely black household like you."

"Oh, it sounds like a good place."

Saibo didn't murmur a word, his fingers kept beating on the somewhat shabby bar, and finally he stretched out a finger and shook it before his eyes.

"An identity, plus 50,000 U.S. dollars, I can guarantee that even a fly will never get close to you. You know, father, your life is very valuable, isn’t it? And there are people who can hit everywhere, but like me "Cruel", but hard to find."

"Hahahahaha, you really are an out-and-out bad species!"

Dad stood up, took out a bunch of keys from the bar and threw it to Cyber, and then said meaningfully, "Gotham will be heaven for you... Now, get rid of those unappetizing bodies. ! Then go to sleep on the third floor and start working at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning! And I hope you can really be a smart person, Cyber, at least until Jamie is killed, we are in the same group, remember this."

Cyber ​​took the key, then scratched his head.

"Is there a rope? Boss, and how do you usually deal with these things? My previous habit was to tie up rocks and throw them into the sea. It's a hundred, easy and happy."

"...Oh, that's a coincidence, and so are we!"