Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

The Old Gun Bar, a place where my father has been operating for decades, was once known as the pub in the entire Gotham Wharf area. Because of a staid and serious owner, this place can definitely be called the "cleanest" bar in Gotham. There won't be those messy poison Xs, and there won't be those strippers who are barely dressed. Everyone is here to drink some wine and pass the time.

So Dad’s business has always been tepid, but recently due to some incidents, this bar has been closed for almost half a month, and now, inside the bar that was just packed into a large construction site by the workers, there is a faint light. In, four people are having a special conversation.

Saibo looked around, and two black muzzles pointed firmly at his head. On the left was a tall, indifferent man, and on the right was an indifferent woman with the same skin color as him, with short black hair. The slightly tight-fitting combat uniform looked heroic.

The most important thing is that from these two people, Cyber ​​smelled a familiar taste...that belonged to the one who used to be, that was the same person as him, at least the same as the one who used to be.

"Gotham's bad law and order really makes me hate it to the extreme!"

Saber murmured. He raised his hands and threw Colt on the ground, but if you look closely, you can see that Saber's eyes have been narrowed in the dark, "Now go home. Can you meet two well-trained gunmen and an uninvited guest I have never seen?"

The not-tall man who came to him shrugged and even reached out and patted him on the shoulder, as if to comfort him.

"Okay! You and I know we will come, don't you?"

Saibo frowned upon hearing these familiar words.

"Damn it, I have never seen you!"

The man did not answer the question, he waved his hands to the sides.

"Well, May, Rumlow, let go of your weapons, Mr. Hawke is a smart man and doesn't need to be like this."

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Saibo and asked kindly.

"Right?"

Saibo barked his teeth. He took a deep breath. The guy in front of him is definitely the most difficult one of the three people to deal with, but there is no way. Now he is inferior, and his opponent does not seem to intend to use violence, so he Nodded.

"Of course, I'm smart, so I won't do anything that threatens my safety. By the way, can I turn on the lights? I want to see who my guests are. This is also a gesture of kindness, right? Mr. Who?"

"okay."

The very gentle man in a black suit in front of him smiled. He waved his hand and the frosty woman walked to the wall and lit the lamp.

With the lights on, Cyber ​​saw the black man in front of him. He was not tall and could stand face to face with Cyber. This guy was very capable of cleaning up. He was wearing a gray-blue suit and a white shirt. With a pair of large sunglasses in his face, his expression is gentle, and his eyes are full of wisdom and affinity. The hairline on both sides of him is high, and it looks like he is a little bald.

In general, this is a person who can easily become friends with others, but the more so, the more vigilant Cyber ​​is. This guy in front of him reminds him of some "colleagues" who can be used in a few hours. Open the secret "jackals" in the most vicious criminals.

"Phil Coleson, I am from New York, I came here specially for you."

Coleson stretched out his hand, and Cyber ​​looked at the left hand, his hands raised above his head, and his face was indifferent. This made Coleson a little embarrassed, but the embarrassment was fleeting, his hand turned to the other side.

"Sit down then, Cyber, we have something to talk about."

For this invitation, Cyber ​​did not refuse.

Those are two very difficult guys...very difficult one.

He was sitting on the bar, with his left arm leaning on the wooden cabinet full of knife marks, facing Colson who was sitting opposite him, that guy always had a smile on his face, and until then, Cyber ​​had no time. Look at the other two people.

The first is the brawny black-haired man standing by his side. He is 1.9 in height. He looks like a mixed race. He has deep eyes and long hair. He is wearing a black combat uniform. Standing standing in the middle of the hall, he has two gun clips wrapped around his legs and a communicator on his ears. If Cyber ​​is correct, this guy has at least hidden weapons besides the apparent weapons. 3 daggers, maybe there is something like a small grenade.

But he...to be honest, it’s not that difficult to deal with. Such a military-style guy will not be a good agent even if he becomes an agent. They are born without a kind of flexible autonomy and will be good subordinates, but in 3 Personally, this guy poses the least threat to Cyber, especially after stimulating the self-healing ability in the body, Cyber ​​is 60% sure that he can get rid of him in 1V1.

But that woman, who looks similar to his former compatriots, between 1.7-1.8, has black hair that is half length and not short, and looks very in line with Western aesthetics. She must look good when she smiles, but she always With a cold face, she stood behind Coleson and looked at the big boy in front of her with a scrutinizing gaze.

She and Coleson should be friends, they have a special kind of intimacy, and most importantly, this woman feels dangerous to Cyber!

The extraordinary danger does not come from her appearance, but a feeling that there should be other secrets in her.

"who are you?"

Saber glanced at the red drink beside Coulson, then raised his head to look at him. The latter reached out and turned over the lining of his suit, took out a piece of ID, and shook it in front of Saber. It was a black and white eagle, surrounded by circles of letters.

"Uh, we have many names, and now the most commonly used is "National Land Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau"..."

Coleson put the black ID on the table and said a series of complicated and slurred names. After seeing the impatience that flashed in his eyes, he coughed slightly.

"Well, you should have heard our name from Klein, SHIELD."

"Huh"

Saibo's squinted eyes opened instantly. When Klein was talking to him, he was sure that there was no one around him. How did this person know?Is this organization strong enough to be so pervasive?

His shock was fully captured by Coleson. The agent smiled at him, took the red drink on hand, and dipped it comfortably.

"Well, it seems you know who we are, so let's talk about business."

Coulson's expression became serious, "Give us the formula of the fear gas you got from Klein! This kind of thing that can cause a big chaos in an instant cannot be held in a serious violent tendency. , And in the hands of stowaways of unknown origin, you are a smart man, Cyber, you know what to do, right?"

"So Mr. Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., who likes to drink watermelon juice, do you think someone with a serious tendency to violence would give it to you so easily?"

Saibo pursed his mouth, propped his head with one hand, and looked at Coleson. His other hand touched the edge of the counter. As expected, a gun hidden there had disappeared.

"You are looking for this, right?"

Coleson's left hand shook, and a well-maintained M9 was turned around in the palm of his hand, and then placed on the table. Coleson pressed it with one finger and slid it to Cyber.

"Frankly speaking, this can’t protect you, you have to understand, Cyber, I’m not here just because of you, you’re lucky, I don’t usually care about such trivial things, and if it’s my other If my colleague comes over, maybe this place will become a battlefield for a gun battle. No one wants the thing that happened on the narrow island three days ago to happen again, it will not be good for you or me."

After speaking, Coulson took a deep breath and leaned forward, lowering his voice.

"And you give me that thing. I have another news that is closely related to you. You are absolutely interested in fair trade. Both you and I like this exchange method, don't you?"

Coleson’s voice is very sincere, giving people an unconsciously convincing taste, voice, expression, and even after the combination of Hu*Secret, you can change your first impression in other people's hearts recklessly. He has never done anything, but he has seen it more than once.

Colson couldn't fool him.

"Well, I promise you! The box is in the second drawer of the table in the first house on the left hand side on the third floor. I think you should be able to find it. Why didn't you do that?"

Cyber ​​took M9 over and put it on hand. He was not deceived by Coulson, but he would not refuse his proposal. He hated this kind of unchoice thing, but the matter is already here, he has to find a way to get it back. Initiative.

Coleson cracked his mouth and smiled. He slapped the strong man. He turned around and walked up to the third floor. Then Coleson said to Saibo in the tone of his old friends,

"We don't do that kind of thing, personal property is sacred, isn't it?"

He took a sip of watermelon juice and looked at Saibo with an expression of disbelief. He shrugged, "Especially a person who has something like poisonous fear in his hands. Experience tells us that it’s best not to flip through his things randomly. By the way, the suit of armor you put in the basement is not bad, it fits my aesthetics!"

Saber stopped tapping his fingers on the table, but then began to dance lightly.

"It's fine if you like it. By the way, do you want to intervene in the narrow island incident? Or come and arrest me? Or simply..."

"boom"

Saber put his two fingers together on his temples, and imitated a gunshot with his voice. Coleson has been creating an atmosphere of fair conversation. Saber did just what he wanted and asked plainly. Coulson was not surprised by this question. He put the watermelon juice in his hand aside and put his hands on his knees.

"How come? Those are bad guys, aren't they?"

The agent smiled like a child, and he blinked at Saibo, "There are many factors of instability in this world, and the Shadow Warrior Alliance is one of them. This country is so big that even S.H.I.E.L.D. cannot control the overall situation. , We welcome some heroes who stand up for justice against them, but how to say, the trouble they will cause is not our turn to deal with."

In the end, Coleson ended the question with one sentence.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. deals with events that are more complicated, worse, incomprehensible and inaccessible to ordinary people, such as you, the mutant Cyberhawk!"