Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

In the old gun bar, the table opposite the door was moved to the center of the hall. It was filled with a variety of foods, fragrant meat, fresh vegetables, steaming soup, and delicate pastries and freshly steamed. Good rice.

It looked like a normal family dinner, but the amount was scary.

Cyber ​​was sitting at the front of the table, holding a pair of chopsticks he cut out last night in his hands, eating slowly.

There is no doubt that these things were made by him. After being able to freely control the restorative energy in the body, his tolerance for hunger has also been strengthened. Of course, it is more because he is repairing the wound with the right energy. Not every time after pouring out, the energy stored in his body will not be exhausted so quickly.

He was wearing a dark red armor, and the blood stains on it had been wiped clean. The ghost mask that was also wiped clean was put aside, under the dim light, it looked very mysterious.

There is only the sound of chopsticks and chewing in the entire hall. Judging from the frequency, this guy has a very good appetite. As for why he wears this suit of armor to eat, he naturally has no quirks. Cyber ​​is waiting. , Waiting for the arrival of uninvited guests.

He didn’t know who came, maybe it was Gordon, maybe it was some heavy-duty police, maybe it was someone else who knew his identity. Judging from Cyberspace’s previous experience, it’s definitely not that such a big thing happened tonight. It's simple and easy to pass. There will be a lot of trouble.

But fortunately, Klein is dead, and Rachel is rescued. The result of all this is pretty good. The big deal is to leave Gotham. Anyway, Dad, Catherine and Robin will not come back soon. The sky is falling. There was also a tall man who came down, he was happily clean and happy all alone.

Of course, he would not think that two knives could rush out of the encirclement on his own. On the left side of his chair was an automatic rifle. This was his trophy from Arkham, and there were two more on the chair. The magazine full of bullets, on the right side of the chair, is what he got when he first arrived in Gotham, an M9, a Colt, and two additional magazines.

With these things in hand, with this armor, as long as there are no more than 30 people, Cyber ​​feels that the possibility of leaving safely is very high.

As he said, he is not Batman. When he kills, he never relents, and once he wants to kill for freedom, Cyber ​​can definitely deal with that heart, no matter who it is, the moment he stands opposite him. , Has another name, enemy!

Do we need kindness to the enemy?

When a person who is firm enough is ready to face everything, there is no need for the pale and weak things like language. He sits calmly at the table, picks up a chopstick dish, and sends it to the mouth, and then a spoonful. The rice was eaten with relish, and the warm and cozy feeling of food entering the body naturally calmed the mood of Saibo, who had just experienced a massacre.

Just like a man in the time of a sage, he even has a kind of philosophical thinking.

"Om"

The light in the room was completely extinguished at this moment, and the chopsticks and chewing movements in Saibo's hand stopped for a second, but he shook his head, ignored it, and continued to pick up a piece of beef and put it into his mouth.

Even the movement and frequency of eating have not changed.

A black shadow fell from the sky and landed on the front of this table. His armor style was very similar to Cyber, but it was the same black as the night, and there was a generous and soft cloak. When necessary, the cloak can be used. The most eye-catching style of expanding into a dragon's wings is his helmet, the bat-shaped helmet, which looks a special feeling in the dark.

For a panicked person, there may be a... fear.

"Do you have nothing to say?"

Batman stood before a table full of food,

This is definitely not a disguised calmness. Bruce, who has been among criminals for 6 years, can easily tell this point. The guy in front of him is really calm.

Bruce even felt that if he didn't speak, the guy in front of him would sit there and eat the table of food completely. He wore a bat suit across most of the city in the middle of the night and came to this small bar instead of watching. A man eats!

So he took the initiative to break the calm, "Two hours ago, you killed 27 people. With at least 300 people onlookers, you pushed Gotham’s most famous psychiatrist and psychologist from the 5th floor and set it on fire. Cam, the smoke and flames and the knife in your hand hurt 33 others seriously. Tell me, Cyber, did I give you this armor just to make you a butcher?"

Saibo did not answer immediately. He first swallowed the side dishes in his mouth, drank the soup, smashed his mouth, took the handkerchief from the table, wiped his mouth, and then picked up a cigar treasured by his father. The blowtorch lighter ignited, and when the first mellow smoke came out, he raised his head and let out a comfortable groan.

"But two hours ago, I saved a dying lady, a righteous prosecutor, your girlfriend, and your dearest person. I also saved the last honest and brave man in Gotham. Sheriff, as for Klein, come on, Bruce, don't tell me you don't know who he is... Those lunatics are crazy, if they don't stand in front of me, will I take the initiative to kill them?"

Cyber ​​pouted,

"I'm not a murderer or a lunatic, and I bought this suit of armor!"

He stretched out his hand to remove the cigar from his mouth, straightened his body, propped his chin with his hands, and looked at Batman who was glaring at him with a meaningful look.

"Look, they are the instability factor in this city, aren't they? Even before they became lunatics, they were Falconi's thugs and murderers. Punishing evil means promoting good! Bruce, I'm doing good deeds... .And I did a good deed. In your heart, which is more important, Rachel or Klein?"

Batman was concealed in the darkness and did not immediately answer. Saber leaned back in his chair comfortably and held out a finger.

"Bruce, have you really figured out this? Did you really figure out why you came to me? Just because I killed the scum and villains who should go to hell?"

"You think I shouldn't kill them, right? I should throw them at the ineffective police, I should turn a blind eye to Rachel's cry for help, I should watch the desperate Gordon coldly, and then leave it to you. Showy, right?"

Saibo held the cigar in his mouth, he got up from the chair, put his hands on the table, and leaned forward.

"Do you really think I'm willing to take care of these bad things?"

"Do you really think I am willing to get involved in your affairs?"

"Bruce! I saved your favorite woman, I saved someone with a conscience, I punished the real sin, you guys ran over most of the night and asked me what I thought?"

"My idea is..."

Cyber ​​took off his cigar and threw it on the ground, looking at the tall figure indifferently,

"Are you crazy? Do you really know what you are doing? In my opinion, you are as naive as a child!"

"boom"

Bruce’s fist hit the table and shook the soup everywhere. Cyber’s provocative words successfully aroused his anger. He stepped forward and said,

"You did those things with kindness, but you could have not killed them! What is the difference between you doing this and those criminal mobs? You are even more hateful than them! The mob will only take away money, what you take is Their lives!!!"

"What have you experienced? How can you be so dismissive of life? Ask yourself, are you really qualified to judge them and take their lives?"

"Cyber, you could have done better, instead of becoming a villain who wielded massacres in the name of justice! You did not make good use of your power!"

"boom"

Saber grabbed his hands on the edge of the table and pushed it outward. The entire table full of food flew to the side. The soup, the plates and chopsticks, and the food containers smashed on the floor. Ping pong is like a destructive concert.

"You exercise justice to avenge the crime that killed your parents. You just want to satisfy your inner anger and put a high-sounding coat on it. I don’t need to hide it. I will not exercise damned justice for revenge and anger. !"

"Go to the justice of TM! What I do is my justice!"

"Don't use your standards to measure me. You have lost your parents. You are very pitiful. You are psychologically traumatized. You are afraid of bats, but you are a neurotic. I am not! I am a normal person. I have my emotions. , It’s my own business who I am willing to kill. I think they deserve to die! I think their existence is unfair to other people!"

"Whoever moves me, I will kill anyone! Whoever moves my cheese, I will chop off his hand!"

Saber strode to Bruce, he looked up at him, reached out and grabbed the neckline of his armor.

"Tell me, Bruce, as someone who is also trying to solve problems with violence and fear, why do you manage to control me?"

"I will not kill!"

Batman stretched out his hand and opened the hand that Seber grabbed at the neckline. "I won't let myself become a murderer! I know all the darkness and evil, I walk among them, but I will never become them! Me! Compassionate, you don’t! It makes you and me different!"

"So, this is the difference between us... I don't understand why, as two big men, why not deal with disputes in a more straightforward, more manly way?"

Saibo slowly buttoned the dark red ghost face in his left hand on his face. In the dark hall, a trace of cold flashed in his eyes under the lenses, his hands stretched out behind him, two slender hands without guards. The straight bladed knife fell on both sides of the body,

"I thought it would be a group of heavily armed police... But you can do, come, Bruce, let me see, what step your compassion can make you do? Can your compassion help you? Conquer me! Let me see how far you can implement your creed."

"Let me see if you are strong enough to make you talk nonsense in front of me!"

Bruce also flashed a trace of indifference in his eyes under the bat helmet, his arms drooped, and with a light flick, six L-shaped sharp blades appeared outside the arm armor.

"Come on then, defeated!"

"boom"

The long knife in his left hand cut horizontally and was blocked by Bruce's armband. He kicked Bruce's left leg with a kick, Batman's other fist also hit his chest.

The two snorted at the same time, and backed away.

Nothing fancy, both are masters of fighting, and going straight is their fighting style.

"I've seen too many people like you in that organization, Cyber. They think they can do whatever they want by relying on their strength, but they can't!"

Bruce rushed to the opponent, his low voice rang in the lobby of the Old Gun Bar.

"Power must be limited by rules. You can never get rid of this kind of rules. You have to respect your power instead of casually using it to bring death."

"boom"

The sharp blades that he waved in both hands were blocked by the double knives crossed in front by Cyber. The young man took two steps back, moved his wrists, and a smirk appeared under his visor.

"I do! Can you control it?"

"Then you will bleed and you will feel pain!"

"puff"

The left arm with increased strength broke through the blade and made a blood mark on Saibo’s neck. If it was a little bit too far, it would directly pierce the trachea, but with sufficient energy, the heat flow quickly surging throughout the body, blood Stopped at this moment.

"puff"

Tooth for tooth, the sharp blade brushed Bruce’s arm, the fast-moving blade tore the armor, the same blood stain appeared, under the visor, Cyber ​​licked his lips.

"Sorry, I have never been afraid of pain since I was a child!"