Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Five minutes later, two people who were still able to move sullenly carried their seriously injured boss and hapless companion, and drove out of the bar quickly. Before leaving, they also left all their money and weapons. So Cyber ​​added another 700 dollars, two daggers, a pistol that seemed to have been used for a long time, and a magazine full of bullets.

Saibo stood at the door and waved goodbye to the black SUV, and then blew a whistle. He said to the old man and the young police officer who was sitting across from him, "Jamie is very good to his subordinates. Can be equipped with guns, tusk tusk, this treatment is really absolute."

The police officer's expression was very solemn.

"That's Jamie's brother Poshkin... It is said that they are real brothers. You almost killed Boshkin, and Jamie won't let it go."

Regarding this, Cyber ​​shrugged. Obviously, Dad didn't tell this guy about selling the bar, but now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, Cyber ​​would not be awkward with this police officer who spoke coldly to him.

Everyone is an adult anyway, right?

And because the old man's "good son" returned early, the old man closed off early today, saying that he was going to cook his own son to entertain his son.

When the old man was busy, the boring Saibo sat with this young, promising, tall and handsome police officer on the bar table and stared.

"I said, Robin, don't look at me with the eyes of criminals... I'm just protecting the safety of Dad. He hired me, and I have to help him clean the bar and organize those damn glasses."

Saber supported his chin with his left hand, while playing with the coins in his hand, he said to Robin, the handsome young police officer with short black hair, "Actually, I helped him solve a few problems last night. Look, we are in a group, do you understand?"

"Call me John! Thank you"

Robin put his hands on the table with an indifferent expression. He looked at Saibo's right hand. The blood stains on the Buddha had not been cleaned. Detective Robin was a young man with very sensitive senses, otherwise he would not be young. Easily became a police officer. In the words of Chief Gordon, the supervisor of the trainee police officer, "Robin is a natural criminal terminator."

And now, even across a table, this keen criminal terminator can smell the blood on the young man named Cyber ​​Hawke... even more so than the murderers in the Blackwater Prison. Be strong.

This is a truly ruthless character. He shouldn't be unknown in Gotham. More importantly, people like him shouldn't appear next to Dad, especially now when he is enmity with Jamie.

"Okay, okay, let's talk frankly, Robin!"

Saibo put down his left hand supporting his chin, spread his hands on the table, and said in a very sincere voice,

"I really won't cause trouble, do you understand? At least until the old man pays me the salary I deserve, and clearly says that he doesn't need my help, I won't cause any trouble to you and him. This is yours. On the site, I’m just a poor temporary resident. When my father gets rich, I’ll leave, and then go to the city center to find a job as a cleaner or a dishwashing machine. I will live a lifeless life, and we will never meet again. Yes, OK?"

Robin’s reaction to this was, “I’ll stare at you, and you’d better do what you say, otherwise I don’t mind throwing you in jail, or worse, the Arkham run by Dr. Klein Insane asylum, I heard there are all your kind."

In response to this threat, Cyber ​​shrugged. Now he does not know what the Arkham Asylum means. On the contrary, his interest quickly shifted to Robin. He moved his own chair and sat on Robin. Next to Bin, ignoring the sharp sound of the chair rubbing on the floor, he asked in a sneaky low voice.

"I’m actually very curious. My father said that your name is Robin, but I just saw "John Blake" on your police officer’s ID.

In the face of Cyber’s approach and this sensitive matter, Robin is obviously not interested in answering, but it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t answer. Cyber ​​is like a machine gun, constantly talking about his guesses.

"Then let's play a game like you guess I guess. Well, you are definitely not the father's son, unless the old man is strong enough to be able to give birth to children at the age of 60, so in combination with your current situation, I guess you should be a Orphan, the last name Blake, including the stupid name John, should have been given to you by your adoptive parents, and your real name is Robin..."

Hearing Saber’s guess, Robin’s left hand on the table was clenched into a fist at this moment, so Saber knew that he had guessed correctly. This did not make him more proud. Instead, he frowned and stood up and hugged him. With his arms, rubbing his chin with his thumb, he walked around Robin, muttering in his mouth.

"Daddy is not your adoptive parents, but he calls you a good son. You have a feeling for him similar to that of a father. Obviously, there are stories about the encounter between you and him. I can't guess the specific story. But I think it should be related to abuse and running away from home...So after you are lucky enough to meet your father, you have to make a career to prove yourself. Now it seems that you are probably influenced by the other side of your father. Now, what you pursue is some kind of justice... want to be a decent person, or an idealist. You hope that there is no crime in this world, or do your best to end crime, am I right?"

Robin's fist clenched tighter, but the next moment, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a low voice, "Why do you think so?"

Saibo smiled and stopped talking. It was also at the same moment that the old man in an apron came over with two plates of cut beef, greeted Robin and Saibo to serve food together, which interrupted him. "Friendly" exchanges between Cyber ​​and Robin, but it doesn't matter. Cyber's information has been collected.

When Dad took Robin’s hand to pray before the meal, Saibo held a glass of wine with a playful smile and looked at Robin sitting across from him. This young man is very unusual and has a special talent. Sensitive and vigorous, but he will not affect his life, so there is no threat.

Hmm...no threat, it means you can be friends.

But what makes Cyber ​​depressed and novel is that during the meal, the old father and his good son communicated things that he didn't understand, such as Star City, mutants, superheroes and so on.

Saibo skillfully ate the meat steaks with a knife and fork, while holding his ears to collect the information he needed from their conversations. He soon realized that this strange world really seemed to exist similar to superpowers and magic. It seems that there are strange creatures called mutants that are active all over the world. They are the same as humans but possess superpowers of this kind.

Finally, it is about superheroes. It is said that they are a group of "voluntary police" who use their power to help the city in order to make society better. The counterpart is a group of guys called "super criminals."

In short, after listening to these chattering chats, Saibo's first reaction was:

This is really not the world that I used to be!

He can be sure that based on the conditions in his original world, it is impossible to give birth to superheroes and super criminals, let alone those mutants with super powers.

In this world, all kinds of super criminals are rampant, and those radical mutants are living by their side, ready to make big news, and there are wars in some countries that he does not know the place, the whole world looks like a piece The state of chaos and order.

Finally, Cyber ​​summed it up and came to a tragic conclusion:

It seems that ordinary people like him are better off looking for a job that doesn't require brains, and living a life of nothing.

To be honest, this very rich dinner is very boring, because Dad always talks to Robin about things that Cyber ​​is not interested in at all, but even a bastard like Cyber ​​can understand it from these two people. To a unique relationship, maybe that thing is called family affection.

This made Cyber, who was in the carriage in his mind, feel a touch of...jealous, but soon disappeared without a trace. He picked up a newspaper and collected all the news that was useful to him, turning his head to look outside the bar from time to time. He has not forgotten his responsibilities, nor has he forgotten what his father hired him for.

But fortunately, tonight seems to be very quiet, except for some drunk men sitting not far away drinking, um, the light spots from their smoking means that they have been there for 2 hours.

A smile appeared at the corner of Saibo's mouth, and he might have some fun tonight.

"Okay, old man, I'm going back to the police station. Mr. Gordon has suppressed a lot of cases. Falcone bought almost everyone in the police station. It's really bad! I have to deal with that damn Klein tomorrow , The gentle ruffian who always collects money to do things, there are a lot of things over there, I have to go back to busy, father."

The detective who had drunk a few glasses picked up his hat from the table, hugged his father a bit, and then looked at Cyber ​​with a hint of warning vigilantly. The latter was buried in the newspaper without reading it at all. he.

Dad sent his good son outside. A few minutes later, Cyber ​​heard the sound of the Mustang police car’s engine starting, and then Dad hummed a song and walked back to the bar and began to clean up the dishes on the table. Looking back at the window, the red light spot that was faintly lit just now has disappeared.

He put down the newspaper with a playful smile on his mouth.

"Father, you love your good son, I can tell..."

"Huh?"

With his corncob pipe in his mouth, the old man glanced condescendingly at Saibo, and snorted from his nostrils, "So what? My good son has a bright future. He is much better than you, a villain."

Saber made a grimace at Daddy Christian, then pointed out the window.

"Two hours ago, there were 5 drunks sitting there, and just after your good son left, the drunks were gone...you know what I mean?"

"boom"

The wine glass in his hand hit the ground, he was shocked, then looked at Saibo with a gloomy expression.

"Why didn't you say it earlier!"

Saibo showed an innocent expression, "You didn't ask me again!"

"Enough! Go and help! Did I hire you to watch the excitement? You go first, and I'll come later!"

Saibo shrugged and did not get up. Instead, he put the two guns in his pocket on the table. He looked at his father innocently, and then looked at the two civilian-type defense guns.

"I swear to God, I really want to go, father, but with these two toy guns, I guess I can only bury poor Robin. You know, this thing is more than 30 meters, and I can't even punch my arm. ."

"Asshole!"

The old man turned around and lay down on his bar, flipped his hands for a few seconds, then threw a wooden box to Cyber, who opened it and then blew a whistle.

"M9, I like this stuff, but unfortunately there is only one."

It was a silver-white, streamlined pistol with a slightly protruding barrel and black handle. It was obviously maintained with care by the user. Under the slightly dim light of the bar, it shone blurred and cold.

Cyber ​​took it in his hand and pulled out of the magazine, which was full of brass bullets.

"Kaka"

The murder weapon was turned around in Saibo's hand, and then disappeared in his pocket. He opened the door, made an OK gesture to the old man, and disappeared into the darkness.

He was wearing father’s old clothes, his black coat was floating backwards in the still cold dark night, and Saibo was jogging forward, the street in front of him looked a little fuzzy under the dim street lights, and Saibo entered a special kind of In both sense of sight.

At some point in the past, he seemed to do the same, running in the dark, what was he going to do at that time?

To kill?It seems so...Although the past memories are like fragments and irregular, but between those fragments, there is always a mixture of scattered blood and coldness. With a gun, a knife, and both hands, how many people did he kill?

Are there any idealists like Robin among those people?

Is there a guy like Dad who asks for life in a gray area?

Is there a guy like himself who has a chaotic past?

The heavy senses were pressed on Saibo’s shoulders, and at this moment he was even out of breath. His footsteps could not help but slowed down, but when he raised his head again, he saw a completely different scenery around him and in his memory. , There was a sudden shock in his brain.

Yes, this is not the world of the past!

This is a new world!

Yes, so the past things, let them pass, you have to have a new life!After taking care of the old man’s employment, two days later, he will be truly free. When the time comes... go where you want to go!

"Hey, bastard! Are you arrogant? Come on, hit me!"

A tyrannical shout, combined with the sound of a heavy object hitting the human body, awakened Cyber ​​from his vision of future life.

He stopped abruptly and walked quickly to the corner without making a sound. He looked at the Mustang police car that had been forced to a stop, not far from the street lamp, the broken window, the glass stained with blood, and There was the young man who was surrounded by five guys and fell to the ground.

Saber licked his lips, and smoothly touched the belt under his coat. Two daggers were cut into his hands. He took a deep breath and the cold air entered his lungs, causing the blood throughout his body to flow again. .

"Hey, good boy Robin...you owe me one time."