Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

In the end, Cyber ​​was not as embarrassed to drive away the handsome silver-gray limited edition Lamborghini, which was the disguise tool of Playboy Status Blues. One of the reasons was that the design concept of the car was not based on practicality, and it was driven too cool , Cyber ​​doesn’t like this feeling

So what he drove away was a low-key Dodge SUV, his favorite black, full of power, and most importantly, there were two hidden compartments in the compartment, just enough to put away the armor and gun knives, and wait until he returned. When I arrived at the "Hawker Villa" in the dock area, it was noon, and there was still music from the white villa.

That was his little brother Kevin entertaining his two "girlfriends."

After the war, we need a relaxation. Regarding Kevin’s wandering appearance, Cyber ​​doesn’t mind. This kid has proven himself in previous battles. He has broken through the shackles of self-fear. At least on a spiritual level, he is already qualified. Warriors out.

The rest can be cultivated slowly, and Cyber’s travel is imminent. Kevin can take advantage of this period of time to heal his injuries. He also contacted two injured mercenaries who remained in Gotham to teach him some basic tactics. , At least learn to use firearms.

Cyber ​​drove the new car into the garage, he opened the door and walked out. He didn't know the use of letting Kevin learn these things, but he needed help, there is no doubt about it.

Saved Bruce Wayne, the Wayne family gave him a generous return. On the first night he entered Gotham, he read from his father’s newspaper about Wayne Industry’s capital injection for the Docklands and tried to revitalize it. Economic news, so the Wayne family simply gave 5% of the shares in the upcoming terminal company to Cyber. This is a lot of money, and most importantly, as long as Wayne Industry does not suddenly die, just relying on With these shares, Cyber ​​will be able to live without any worries.

Of course, this is still a long way from being rich, but at least it allowed him to escape from the duckweed-like life.

"Head, you are back, do you want to have a drink?"

Kevin was holding a can of wine and leaning against the garage. There was still a thick bandage on his arm, but it didn't affect his movement anymore, but judging from his slightly flushed face, this kid already had 3 points. Drunk, it looks like he was having fun with the two chicks he met at Bruce's birthday party.

Saibo shook his head, opened the back door of the car, and shouted while packing up,

"Kevin, take down the suitcase in my room and settle down with your friend. I have something to say to you."

"Okay, head, wait a minute!"

A few minutes later, the noisy music in the room ceased. Kevin walked into the garage carrying a large suitcase with one hand, and he handed it to Cyber, and then stood quietly aside.

For Cyber, Kevin’s senses are very complicated. At first they were enemies, then they were collaborators who exchanged intelligence with each other, and finally they became companions, especially after the war ended 4 days ago. There is also a mixed feeling of gratitude and fear for Cyber.

The gratitude is because Cyber ​​has avenged Ed, and the fear is because the longer he gets along with Cyber, the more complex and mysterious he can feel about this person, the already powerful oppression, just like a new employee. It feels like facing an unsmiling boss.

Saibo reached out his hand and lifted the big box and put it in the trunk of the car. It was the salute he prepared yesterday, a few pieces of clothes, the old TOAfore got his passport, etc., he pulled the trunk down, Then he took out his wallet and handed the black bank card that he got from Jamie to Kevin.

"In this case, during the period of time I left, your activity funds were not much, but they were enough to support my return."

Kevin took the card. He did not speak, but he instinctively felt that Cyber ​​had other things to tell him. A few seconds later, Cyber ​​lit up two cigarettes for himself and Kevin, and two smokers sat down. On the green wooden box in the corner,

"We killed Dukad, but we all know that we did not completely destroy the Shadow Warrior."

Cyber ​​flicked the soot in his hand, reached out and patted Kevin on the shoulder.

"This city is still there. According to those people's behavior and style, they will come again sooner or later. At that time, it is time for you to avenge your brother's blood and hatred. Others will avenge you. Where can you find your own revenge? "

"Head, don't shoot my wound next time, it hurts!"

Kevin clutched his arms and grinned, then he took the cigarette butt from the corner of his mouth and placed it on the ground to stamp it out, under his slightly long hair, a pair of slightly hazy eyes.

"I know, I will ask those two veterans well, next time, I will come personally!"

In just less than a week, Kevin’s mental state has undergone an earth-shaking change. Cyber, who quietly observed him, nodded. This is the change that real battles and victories can bring to a young man. After experiencing death and killing, he has truly grown up!

His inner child died when Ed was shot, and under the guidance of Saibo, on the corpse, a real man stood up.

"well!"

Saibo stood up, patted the non-existent dust on his body, and told Kevin, "We will also have a copy of us in the dock area in the future. You can find some trusted friends at this time and ask the two veterans for advice. The method of tactics, I don’t want to see another guy like Jamie appear in the quayside after I come back."

He swipes casually,

"You can use the weapons here, but don't cause big trouble. Director Gordon is not a good talker."

Kevin nodded and straightened his body.

"I understand, head, I will protect this place for you, no one can step into your territory!"

"It's us!"

Cyber ​​looked at him and threw him a cigarette.

"Remember, brother Kevin, you are a free person. We are all free. No one is worth everything. Not even me. I am not interested in these things, but if you operate well enough, You can also become one of the big bosses in the darkness of this city. There is a relationship with the Wayne family here. As long as you are not out of line, no one will come to us."

Saber put the sunglasses on his chest on his face, covering a small part of his face, and he waved to Kevin.

"As long as you don’t forget why you came to me, don’t forget the vows you swore to Ed, okay, I’m leaving, don’t forget to go to the old gun bar, the workers are redecorating there , Don’t let it go wrong again, otherwise Dad will really kill me."

This remark made Kevin stunned, until the black SUV in front of him drove out of the garage and disappeared at the end of the road, he breathed out, Kevin sniffed, then scratched his head, and finally reached out and turned him away. In the green wooden box beside him, there are 10 brand-new black pistols neatly arranged.

He took out a handful from it, placed it on the lid, rubbed it with his fingers, feeling the cold temperature of the weapon in his hand, and a touch of flame appeared in his eyes. It was a thought, and it was also a thought inspired by Saibo’s words, Pu Once it appears, it can no longer be eradicated.

That kind of flame is called ambition.

Gotham's dark boss?

Kevin pursed his mouth. The young man thought this idea was cool. Saibo also said that he couldn't live just for revenge. He finally became the assistant of the "red devil" and fought against the difficult shadow warrior. With blood on his hands, he also needs to have his own life and future, right?

And just as Cyber ​​was happily humming, driving on the intercontinental highway to Star City, another existence that he had almost forgotten, also stood in front of another door, ready to welcome The fate of the future is uncertain.

"boom"

The exquisite mahogany door was pushed open, and a guy with a sack on his head was dragged into the house by two well-trained soldiers and threw them on the gorgeous carpet. The soldiers then left, so this was the only thing left in the room. The guy on the floor struggling to remove the linen pocket, and a middle-aged man sitting behind the desk in front.

Jamie, with a bruised face and swollen face, took the burlap pocket off his head with difficulty. He was gasping for breath, and there were beating scars and blood stains on his face. This gangster had left Gotham a week ago on the way. It's troublesome.

He took his younger brother Poshkin, who was still in treatment, to Canada all the way to Canada, ready to join the powerful Russian gang here, but the night he just settled, he was rushed into the room by a group of soldiers in black with live ammunition. Kidnapped with his unconscious brother.

In the next 3 days, there were continuous interrogations. In the completely dark house, there was only a bright lamp. After the continuous and messy questions and interrogations, Jamie had completely lost his sense of time, but for those things Regarding the biggest secret question in his heart, the Siberian who grew up in the ice and snow chose silence.

For this, he almost paid the price of his life.

Jamie, who had escaped from the dead, lay on the ground, looking at the middle-aged man who was slowly sorting out documents in front of him. The guy was wearing a brown coat with a black sweater underneath. He had short brown hair scattered on top of his head. A pair of rimless glasses was driving on the bridge of his nose, matched with the wrinkled face, and the increasingly serious beard, giving him an aura of self-confidence.

This should be a soldier.

"So, Mr. Jamie Crovin, right?"

The man asked in a gentle tone, and Jamie took a deep breath. The gangster who had been in the United States for more than ten years tried to calm himself down. After a few seconds, he nodded hard.

"Yes, it's me, you are?"

"Let’s meet first, I’m the person in charge here, you can call me General Stryker."

The middle-aged man sitting behind the wooden table took off his glasses and put his hands on his chin. He looked at Jamie, without much tactfulness, and said his purpose.

"I'm sorry to invite you to come here in this way, but it's an urgent matter. Let me tell you the story about this letter!"

Stryker gently flung out a yellowed letter in his hand and dropped it on the stall. Jamie knew what Stryker really wanted to ask without even looking at it. He took another deep breath. In a tone, he stared at Stryker, who seemed to talk very well, and said every word.

"What you want is about the origin of this letter, right?"

"This is when Poshkin and I were 27 years ago when we were teenage children. At that time we were still living in the deepest mountain village in the Siberian Great Plain. During an unexpected hunt, we were near our hometown. It was found on a cliff. It is very valuable. We tried to find the "base" mentioned in this letter, but we found nothing, but I can be sure that it was hidden near the cliff that year. You want to find it, yes. Right?"

Stryker looked at the terrible Russian in front of him with cold eyes. He heard a trace of firmness in Jamie's tone. After weighing the weight of the two in his heart, a smile appeared on the corner of Stryker's mouth. He was honest. Said,

"Of course, I'm really curious about the base of the former Soviet Union's "Super Soldier Project", so let's talk about it, Mr. Jamie, how can you tell me the location of the cliff?"

"Cure my brother Poshkin. He is still young. He shouldn't live in that pathetic and cowardly posture. I only have this one request!"

Jamie struggled to stand up, his body pain made him tremble, but he gritted his teeth and said, "The day I see Boshkin getting better, I will take you to that place right away, and I can guarantee that even You have found the hometown of Poshkin and I. It is also difficult for you to find the cliff accurately in the vast snowfields, but I can... When I left there, I left some signs that only I could understand."

Stryker nodded non-committal. He reached out and put on his glasses, then stood up and reached out to Jamie.

"I just looked at Mr. Poshkin’s injury report. Gee, severe concussion, comminuted finger fracture, spinal contusion, and the most terrible thing is the damage to the brain tissue. This does not seem to be a fall... if necessary, I can use a little "means" to avenge this poor Mr. Poshkin."

Jamie's eyes lit up and he reached out and took Stryker's hand.

"That couldn't be better!"

"Very well, Mr. Jamie! Congratulations then, for being a member of the "Weapon X" project!"