Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Generally speaking, powerful hallucinogens will be made into pills or liquid form. The biggest problem with gas is that it is easy to volatilize in an open space, and the utilization rate is very poor, but some special hallucinations are not excluded. It can stay in the air for a long time.

The gas expelled from the wrist of the short man belongs to this special thing. After expelling it, it almost surrounds Cyber's breath and envelopes his body. After he expelled the gas, he quickly Lying on the floor, I seemed to be terrified of these things, for fear of even a little bit of it.

After Cyber ​​realized that he had been recruited, in less than a second, he only did two things. He hid heavily on the short man’s calf, then waved his pistol and hit it. Immediately after touching his head, the darkness before his eyes began to twist.

The wailing of the short man was also distorted together, like a ghost cry suddenly appeared in the dark night, which made the scalp numb, and the dark corridor in front of him was also infinitely extended and distorted. The front fan was in the light of the faint street lamp. In the eyes of Saibo, the lit windows became jagged teeth, the teeth of giant beasts!

It was like a big raised mouth, leaping towards Saibo, he couldn't help taking a step back, his breathing became rapid, not that he was afraid, but the effect of the gas!

It should have the effect of causing the respiratory system to spasm, and poor breathing will also project a dangerous signal in the brain, allowing a large amount of adrenal hormones to be secreted, and the severely strengthened sense organs will receive the wrong signal and look in the eyes. Everything is distorted, combined with imagination, it constitutes a kind of psychological and physical fear.

Cyber ​​is not afraid of ghosts and gods, but he cannot avoid the physical stimulation, so everything he sees is distorted and his breath becomes sweet and greasy, like being shrouded in a dark passage full of blood and death Among them, it was more like being in the stomach of some wild beast.

He smelled a moist and irritating fishy odor in his mouth, and that odor made every cell of Cyber ​​alive to face the coming danger.

"This is an illusion! Calm down!"

Saibo told himself that he kept shaking his head and wanted to escape from that illusion. He held the wall with one hand and tried to balance his body, but when his eyes turned to the wall, what he saw was nothing. It’s a painful face, that’s the old man’s, Robin’s, Rachel’s, Catherine’s, and Gordon’s face, full of blood, his palms are like being burned by flames. Retracted back.

However, his body lost his balance because of this, he staggered, and stood in place with difficulty. He didn't dare to move anymore. He forced himself to breathe, but the bloody smell became stronger and stronger, almost reaching a kind of lethargy. His whole body trembled.

And the dark ground also began to turn, like a black shadow, climbing up along his legs, the frightening scene seemed to be supported by a real feeling.

He closed his eyes and tried to get rid of this omnipresent illusion. When he couldn't do it... Hundreds of voices rang out in his ears when the Buddha was placed. The low-pitched whispering didn't understand and couldn't really hear him. Those voices combined with everything that was quickly distorted in front of him, completely disturbing his heart.

It was like a pool of muddy water. In the deepest part of the darkness, that touch of broken memories also resurfaced through this opportunity.

His eyes began to be confused.

The short man’s wailing has been reduced. He climbed to the window with difficulty, and stood up on the wall. His left leg seemed to be broken in the severe stomping of Saber, but it was actually not that serious. But the skin was also pierced, and the smell of blood that Saibo smelled was emitted from the wound, and then captured by the enlarged senses.

The short man wanted to escape, but he could be absorbed to the periphery of the organization, and it was destined to be bad stubble. He took a deep breath and suppressed the pain.

He stretched out his hand and drew a short knife from behind. It was longer than a dagger and looked like a special military stab. It was not the same as the cheap goods used by the gang members. It was also engraved with some scattered text, and it was sharpened. The other side is the same sharp saw thorn, the black handle is wrapped with a red rope to avoid the sweaty palm of the palm, even the blade itself is black.

He was holding the short knife, leaning on the wall little by little, and dragging the left leg that was no longer able to move normally, and walked towards Saibo with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

This gas is the newly developed top hallucinogen. The boss calls it “fear gas”. Yes, this thing is not only inducing fear, but also poisonous. Excessive inhalation can be poisoned, even if it withstands the fear outbreak. At that time, he would die tragically because of poisoning.

Of course, the point he just sprayed was not enough to poison Cyber, but it was enough for him to enjoy the deadly fear.

They have done experiments, even the most vicious villain, after inhaling a tiny amount of this gas, will be knocked down by the kind of fear that surges from the deepest heart, and some mentally fragile guys will even be frightened to death.

In his eyes, Cyber ​​is just a young man who is not strong. He can't resist this fear. All his ability to fight back has been deprived. Under the influence of that fear, he is dead!

The short man walked up to Saber, and he could even hear Saber’s strong breathing, which means that this guy is now immersed in that kind of volatile fear, but he can still maintain a standing posture, tusk, looks like Is a ruthless character.

"But so what?"

He licked his lips, raised his dagger, "Go to hell! Bastard!"

"puff"

Blood splattered.

Cyber ​​felt that he had returned to that cold, pale and boring world, but he did not return in a physical form, like a passer-by, sitting in a special movie theater, and all his past experiences shined before him.

It's like watching a silent film with no sound, still in that black and white tone, cold and without a hint of temperature.

He saw himself at the beginning. The first memory probably started from a falling snow. He was curled up, dirty and thin, hiding in a corner of the world, no one cared about it. He thought he would be frozen to death. Because at that time, it was really cold in my memory.

But he didn't... that person appeared in front of his eyes, his face was not remembered clearly, he could only barely remember, he was wearing a military uniform, thin, but his eyes were serious and energetic, with a cold majesty, he stretched out towards himself Shot, did you respond?Or escaped?

No...I don’t know. The second picture jumped a long time later. He has grown up. In a special classroom, there are children of his size, but their eyes do not have the joy and happiness that children should have. Innocent, what are they learning?

Forgot...Syber only remembered that they were wearing exactly the same clothes, learning all kinds of things that children shouldn’t learn, and strict tests. He even looked at those who were unqualified because they failed the test with envy. The children who were sent away, they all said that those children were free.

What is freedom?

Cyber's chaotic brain couldn't sort out this problem, and then the picture quickly jumped to a long time later. He was wearing an elegant black suit and seemed to be attending a banquet, but the environment around him was a terrible warehouse. A man was tied to a chair with a rope and a burlap pocket on his head. He was struggling, but he could not speak.

Holding a gun in his hand, that was probably the first time he killed a person with a gun and took away a living soul. It felt like Cyber ​​didn’t like it at first. He still remembered that he didn’t like that kind of life. The feeling of killing is very uncomfortable. He doesn't even know what the guy in front of him is called, but that is his task!

Yes, mission!A name written on the envelope. He doesn’t care what crime he committed or whether he is a bad guy. He has to get rid of it. Cyber ​​even feels that his existence is no different from the gun in his hand. He can think, but he is It is required to think in terms of weapons, and completing tasks is always the first thing.

He watched as he walked up to the person, raised his arm, and pointed the muzzle at the person's head. Cyber ​​hoped that he could pause for a moment to think, but there was no... bang, gunshots, and people fall.

He turned and left without even taking a second look at the fallen corpse. Was that the first person he killed, a man or a woman?

Cyber ​​left the warehouse and walked into the darkness. He knew that part of his soul and existence would stay there forever. The next scene was that one by one people fell in front of him, bullets, blades or Poison, penetration, assassination or trap, everywhere, every experience, the memories that have been messed up because of the travel through time and space gather together.

His faint headache was also cured at this moment. All the threads were connected together, completely awakening the spirit and soul of Saibo. He is still the same, but between the laughter, there is a heavier thing. .

He even remembered the last time he communicated with the man from young to old. The two were yelling at each other like beasts.

"That's a task!!! Enough! That's just your job! Everyone has his own job. You can think of yourself as a cleaner, as a gardener, and someone must take care of those who shouldn't be by others in the dark You know the job, you are removing those dross, you are doing good deeds!"

"How can it be the same! That is human life, not a mouse, not a bug! The blood on my hands is not clean! I am afraid of myself!"

"Then adapt! Adapt to be a person who walks forward in the dark, adapt to a person who supports them in the dark, no one knows your name, no one knows everything you do, but that's right Yes, that is correct, you are a hero!"

"I... I don't want to be a hero..."

The roar in the darkness was indifferent at this moment. He felt that everything around him was enveloped and swallowed by endless darkness. It was fear like the ocean. He was also fearing once, not fearing death, but fearing himself.

How can a person who lives with a weapon fear his opponent?How can one fear the fate that weapons will inevitably accept?

Do not!will not!Either be broken or abandoned. The former Cyber ​​feared the latter, and being forgotten was equal to death, and what he expected was the former!

How can the will of steel casting be defeated by mere fear?

"puff"

Pain, the pain of being pierced into the body by a sharp blade awakened Saibo from that thinking. He raised his head, and his bloodshot eyes and some kind of cruel killing intent stared at the scared short man.

The blade did not pierce his heart or his chest, but was held in his hand. The pain, the scorching pain and blood flowed out of his palm, and the heat flow appeared again. In the body, and this time, he probably finally got used to everything, and remembered the forgotten past again. This time the heat flow was activated by his desire to wake up from that torture.

the first time!Actively activated by him!

It's like the eyes opened by a beast in the night, like the first cry of death!

"Ahem... I have to thank you..."

Saibo whispered that the short man was already shocked. He had never seen even a person who could voluntarily break away from that fear, and Cyber ​​was the first.

He was the first guy to overcome his fears.

"You remind me of something I have forgotten, as a thank you..."

Saber’s right hand slammed out and flicked it on the edge of the short man’s arm. His palm was numb, and the knife appeared in Saber’s bloody left hand, jumping between fingers like a butterfly through a flower. After a few times, he held it firmly, as a black light that was deeper than darkness passed between the short man's neck.

"This death is for you."