Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Early the next morning, Boshkin, the big Russian gangster, came out of his room rubbing his hangover head. As a result, he hadn’t finished a good breakfast, and his younger brother ran over and told him something bad. news.

"What? Byrne is missing? Bastard!"

Boshkin slammed a punch on the table, and he yelled at his little brother, "Where can Bourne go in the rain last night? It must have something to do with the old bastard Christian!"

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and thinking about the things that Boss Jamie said to him last night, Boshkin's face suddenly showed a trademark grin.

"You guys follow me, let's kill that old bastard!"

After a while, a black SUV drove out of the mansion and galloped towards the old gun bar.

The weather after rain is always sunny, with a touch of warmth and fragrance that washes everything.

Cyber ​​opened his eyes in direct sunlight and looked at the height of the sun. It is conservatively estimated that it must have been over 9 o’clock. This guy sat up from the bed and saw a stack of neatly arranged clothes on the opposite side at first glance. On the table.

It’s old clothes, but they’re very clean. It’s obviously that the old man put them here. Saibo grinned. After 5 minutes, after he finished freshening up, Saibo put on new clothes and walked down from the third floor. .

The bar is very deserted. This is not when the retro-style bar is busy. In addition to Jamie’s recent events, it’s still pretty good here. Daddy sits behind the bar and uses a radio to put what Cyber ​​is not interested in. The old-fashioned song, with a few cards in his hand, looks quite entertaining.

Cyber ​​is a very eye-catching person. He didn't bother him when he watched his father enjoying the time. Instead, he found a table, sat on a chair, and held the dagger he got last night. Playing my own game boringly, putting the blade of the Buddha, butterfly and flower in the palm of my hand, is dazzling. This dangerous game requires a lot of energy and is obviously a good way to kill time.

The boring time is always short. When the clock on the wall pointed to 11:15, a black SUV appeared at the door of the old gun bar in a rampage, the door opened, and one was only wearing a black sports vest. The brawny man with his shaved head took three guys dressed like last night, but with a more jerk-like temperament, walked out of the car. He kicked open the wooden door of the bar with a brutal kick, with a vicious look. The imposing manner walked into the bar.

The trembling sound made Saibo who was immersed in his game abruptly regained his consciousness, but the brawny man did not look at him at all, but strode to the front of the bar, punching his fists on the wooden table... Cut off his father's self-entertainment.

"Old dog, where are the three of them, Byrne?"

The strong man’s voice is full of anger and irritability. Obviously, this is a guy who does not suppress his emotions. The first response to any problem is to solve it with fists. It may be a big trouble for ordinary people, but for real For the villains, this kind of opponent is their favorite.

"Father, do you need help?"

Saibo’s voice almost followed the strong man’s curse, which naturally attracted firepower for the old man. The strong man turned to look at Saibo as if looking at a pile of rubbish, but he ignored the game. Uncle, instead turned his head to the old man leaning on the chair,

"Where did they go, Byrne? Tell me!"

"Who knows, Poshkin, aren't they your subordinates? We all know that there are people missing in Gotham every day, or is it that Jamie Dalian's own subordinates can't manage it?"

The old man took the pipe in his hand, folded his hands on his chest, and the chair slightly raised his back. His voice was full of sarcasm, "If I had to say it, maybe the three bastards think Gotham is too dangerous and they ran elsewhere. Pursue a better life."

"For example, heaven! Well, maybe it's hell.

Saibo took another sentence, it was like singing a peace with a confident dad, but his voice had a hint of irritation.

This tone directly detonated the brawny's anger. He suddenly turned his head, pushed away the background-like subordinates behind him, strode towards Cyber, and Poshkin looked at him condescendingly. With a vicious look in his bloodshot eyes, he stretched out a finger and pointed it at Saibo’s chest.

"Tell me, monkey, what did you mean by that sentence?"

Saibo tilted his head and looked at him. Because he was sitting in a chair, the tall and magnificent Poshkin looked like a mountain in front of him, but Boshkin's grin hadn't dissipated yet, Saibo's left hand He grabbed Poshkin's finger lowered on his chest and pushed it backwards.

Poshkin's body was bent downward under the sudden pain, but this instinctive protection of the body could not prevent him from suffering.

"Click"

"Your parents didn't teach you, don't you swear casually?"

"what!"

The pain of a broken finger spread to every nerve in his brain in an instant. The ten fingers connected to the heart. It is said that this kind of pain is second only to broken eggs and childbirth. This sudden attack even made Boshkin completely unresponsive. Kneeled to the ground.

When that kind of painful pain came, the gangster from Siberia was black in front of his eyes, but as soon as he wailed out of his throat, he felt that his big bald head was held by his hands. Knee approaching quickly.

"boom"

The blow hit the bridge of the nose, and the blood sprayed against Saibo's new pants, which made him a little dissatisfied. He took the thick glass ashtray on the table and rounded it toward the swaying bright big bald head. Smashed up.

"boom"

The brawny man who was knocked out fell to the ground, blood flowing down the back of his head, looking extra strange and bloody.

Of course, in order not to cause trouble for himself and his father, Saibo controlled his strength and was only in a coma. Well, it may be accompanied by a concussion. Anyway, this kind of muscle training by eating cholesterol is not lacking. Money, so... it doesn't matter.

"Uh, so disgusting..."

Saibo looked at the blood-stained ashtray and his new pants with disgust. He got up from the chair, kicked the comatose man in the face, kicked him out and beat him several times. The guy who had just shot and wounded stretched his body. With a wave of his hand, he threw the cracked ashtray into the trash can. He wiped his left hand on his belt, and a dagger shining with cold light fell into the palm of his hand. .

The butterfly turned around in his hand like a flower. Saibo raised his head and grinned at the men who were stunned in place. He walked quickly toward the three men, and the fingers of his right hand were still There was blood dripping, and a dagger was copied in his left hand. This kind of posture combined with the power of killing the brawny almost instantly, making the three gang members who followed Boshkin fearful, but they also followed Jie. Boss Mi’s old brother, in terms of courage, is much better than those of Berne.

The tallest guy also took out the dagger from his pocket, he let out a howl, and rushed towards Saibo, his brothers followed him.

"what!"

"Hey, it makes no sense!"

Saibo swipes his left foot outwards, the whole person is sideways, and his right foot is lightly hooked. The first guy who rushes over loses his balance, but in the midst of staggering, he is supported by Saibo's right hand. Accompanied by the sound of the left hand dagger piercing into his abdomen, he flew up again and kicked off the lower abdomen of the second guy who leaped over. The guy staggered, clutching his stomach and lying on the ground.

The blood dripped on the ground along the left hand holding the knife. With a push of Saibo's right hand, the guy who had been frightened was thrown to the ground, holding his stomach and started howling.

"Mark, Ollie, come and save me, I was stabbed! I'm bleeding, I'm dying! Come and save me!"

The guy's voice was harsh, so Saibo gave him another kick, kicked off a few teeth, and the wailing became a low scream.

"Don't look at me like that, guys, I'm not crazy."

Saibo opened his arms, holding a blood-stained dagger in one hand, and dripping blood from the fingers of the other hand. With his innocent face, he was a living lunatic with a knife.

But he didn't lie. He put his thumb against the blade, and only pierced one third of it. Aside from bleeding, he won't get hurt at all, but the last one who has ever seen this kind of disagreement opens up. The human head also stabbed a guy's ruthless man.

When Saibo's gaze turned to him, the guy raised his hands tremblingly, thinking that he was robbed if he didn't understand, but in fact, they were the ones who really came to find the fault, and they planned to take it. It's a pity that they don't have this chance to die.

But at this moment, a piercing police siren suddenly sounded at the entrance of the bar. Less than a minute later, a young policeman with a detective hat and only a blue shirt pressed his holster with his left hand. , Rushed into the bar with the handle of the gun in his right hand.

But the confrontation scene that the young man imagined did not happen here, and everything seemed to be normal. His respected father was sitting at the bar and reading the newspaper. A young yellow man sat boringly on the other side playing with coins in his hand, and A brawny man in a black vest who fell in a pool of blood, who didn’t know his life or death, a man who fell on the ground constantly rolling, a black man holding his stomach and moaning on the ground, and finally a trembling bastard with a stick in his left hand. Bloody dagger, holding a bloody ashtray in his right hand.

It looks like gangster infighting.

"Squat down! Hold your head! Asshole, throw away the murder weapon in your hand!"

The police officer instinctively felt that something was not right. He caressed the handle of the gun cautiously, and then yelled at the trembling guy, who was docile like a lamb, and immediately threw away the guy with blood in his hand. Hugging his head and squatting in the corner.

The young police officer breathed a sigh of relief, then removed his hand from the handle of the gun, and turned his gaze to the old man. The expression on his face became richer, as if he saw his relatives.

"Hi, father, I heard about what happened in the bar. I came late... You know, I recently attended a police officer training in Star City. I just came back. How is everything here?"

The old man put down the newspaper, a happy smile appeared on his wrinkled old face, and then enthusiastically gave the young police officer a hug and patted his back vigorously.

"Just come back, my dear son, everything is fine with the bar and me, come, let me introduce to you..."

Then the police officer's gaze fell on Saibo, who was curiously looking at him with his right hand propped on his head, but the next moment, he drew the pistol in a standard and swift manner and aimed it at Saibo.

"Don't move... raise your hand!"

Saibo turned his head unclearly, and then saw his right hand holding his head. He patted his head and let out a frustrated moan.

There was still a trace of uncleaned blood on his right hand, and it was obviously because of this that he was discovered by this extremely sensitive police officer.

"They are in conflict, trainee police officer, I'm a real good person. If you don't believe me, ask Dad! He can testify!"

"Stop talking! Raise your hand!"

"It's really been too long since I didn't play, my hands were born."

Saibo grumbled, but didn't mean to raise his hand at all. He even spread his hand carelessly towards the police officer. He was leaning on the chair as if he had no bones. There was still the fierce force just now, being shot. In the case of pointing, he even was in the mood to joke.

"But you know what? Nosy guys, the most annoying."