Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Life is very short. Many times you need to think twice about doing it, but if you spend too much time thinking about it, your life will become boring. Sometimes you still need to be refreshed. Just do it when you want to.

Similarly, everyone has their own persistence in their hearts. There are some things that you have to do. For example, now, the black Dodge rushes through 7 red lights all the way to the Third Avenue in Queens. The time Wen said is getting closer. For the Brotherhood of Mutants, the life or death of an ordinary person is no big deal, but for Cyber, Mei's life has special meaning.

It’s not because of love, but just because he doesn’t want to see the lives of the people he hurts, and he and Mei get along well these days... The most important thing is that he also wants to see, mutant What kind of stuff are in the Brotherhood.

The devilish girl Ruiwen is a strong enemy, but she is right at least in one point. With the acting style of the mutant brotherhood, even if Cyber ​​escapes this time, there will definitely be another time. The next time it may be the old man. It may be Catherine.

People, once you have concerns, you really have to do some things.

On the other side, 457 Third Avenue, Queens. This is a dilapidated warehouse, located at the forefront of the road, far away from the residential buildings. It seems to have been abandoned for a long time, but tonight, there is a faint light. There are noisy conversations.

The door of the warehouse is half-hidden, and it is already evening outside. In a big city like New York, night does not mean the end of entertainment activities. In fact, nightlife is just beginning, but for those people sitting at the old tables in the warehouse Generally speaking, the nightlife of ordinary people has little to do with them.

They looked like ordinary people, old and young, some carrying wine bottles, some smoking cigarettes, and some simply leaning on the side and slumbering, full of them on the big table in front of them. All kinds of food, and enough entertainment. The three guys were sitting on the table on the other side playing cards. They looked like a mob. It's hard to believe that these guys kidnapped a Level 7 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Some of their arms are engraved with messy tattoos, and some are simply non-mainstream moxi dry hair, dyed colorfully. At first glance, they look like a group of middle and second-year teenagers, but they are in this chaotic appearance. Below, there is another level of identity.

Mutants are hidden among ordinary people, but they exist differently from ordinary people.

A variety of abilities, each with its own characteristics, but they are not particularly powerful mutants. This is a test. The big figures hiding behind the scenes will not put their elite soldiers and powerful generals here and let them kill them. In fact, these are all For mutants who have recently joined the Brotherhood, loyalty is a problem, otherwise they would not be placed here.

But if they think they are easy to deal with because of their bad appearance, it is definitely a big loss. The combination of the various abilities of the mutants will definitely cause great, even fatal, troubles to the opponents who break into here. .

"boom"

A fist hit the table, and a half-drunk guy stood up swayingly. He turned and walked towards the depths of the warehouse. Everyone stopped what they were holding and looked at him until one The people sitting in the darkness stopped him.

"What do you want to do?"

The person standing in the dark asked aloud that his voice was not loud, but it was very clear into everyone’s ears, and the drunk said with a grin,

"There is a great woman there, I am a normal man, what do you say I want to do?"

These words with a special meaning immediately made everyone present burst into laughter. Some guys even blew their whistle and patted the table. Obviously, this drunk was not the only one who had this idea.

"Go back...for the sake of your poor life.

The figure in the dark walked out slowly. It was a man in a black plush trench coat. He was dressed just like a high-class figure. He had short, dry black hair, and neatly groomed beards all over his On his cheek, in the darkness, his hand was turned back behind him, and the other hand was rubbing his chin.

He didn't look up at the drunk man, he just said casually,

"May is a 7th-level agent. If she wasn't tied up, she could easily kill everyone here...Listen to me, go back and sit down, our guests will be here soon."

This sounded like persuasion, but the impatient tone of the black-clothed man abruptly changed the taste of persuasion into mockery, and the drunk man in front of him suddenly became furious.

"What are you TM, let me go!"

He stretched out his hand to poke the guy in front of him, but his arm fell on the guy's shoulder and pushed hard, but the man in black standing in front of him didn't move at all, even his movements did not change.

This situation made the drunk feel a little guilty, but when he thought of so many people looking at him, he gritted his teeth and swelled his fists in vain. It looked like his muscles were stretched, and he was a power-oriented mutant , But at the moment when his fist was raised, the left hand of the man in black slammed up, and besides his five fingers, the sharp nails that were curved like beasts' claws whizzed in the air. The wind.

In the eyes of others, it is like five blood-red lights flashing in the faint light, and it feels like a red afterimage, as if nothing has changed, but after 2 seconds, the drunkard His body shook, like a fallen tree, smashed on the floor of the warehouse, scratches like wild beasts tore his throat, leaving five terrifying wounds on his chest, blood four Splashing, almost completely stained his upper body red.

He is dead...no doubt.

"What is the difference between you and ordinary people?"

The man in black seemed to have done a trivial thing. He shook his left hand somewhat boredly, letting the blood and meat on the nails be thrown on the ground, and the nails slowly moved at a speed visible to the naked eye. Retracting, he took a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped it on his hand, and then threw the red-dyed handkerchief on the cold body of the drunkard.

"Do you really think that you can do whatever you want by joining the Brotherhood of Mutants? Do you really think that everyone is a kind person like Eric who won't do anything to his kind? You really think that relying on your ability to make people laugh Can do whatever you want?"

"No, no, no... Remember, there is no brotherhood, you are nothing... you rubbish!"

He said lightly enough to irritate anyone, but no one at the scene dared to stand up to refute. The drunk's body and the bloody smell of the warehouse brought one thing to everyone.

That's fright...No, no, no, it's not an exaggeration or literary statement, it's really real, and it smells of fear...

The black man's nostrils moved. He suddenly raised his head to look at the top of the warehouse. The next moment, two silver-white objects were thrown into the warehouse. The moment they landed, the green gas was inside the small air pump. Under the squeeze of the squeeze, it moved quickly in all directions.

At the same time, the only three dim lights in the entire warehouse were also extinguished at the same time. In the darkness, the highly compressed green gas soon diffused, and the man in black standing still shook it vigorously. Head, even a powerful mutant like him, can't escape the poison gas of fear.

As long as he still needs to breathe, this infestation exists all the time... Victor felt a long-lost emotion. He turned to look around. The surrounding air and scene were slightly distorted, as a person who had experienced countless battles. The strong, Victor knows very well that this is because the senses have been deceived.

There is a problem with those green gases!

Victor covered his mouth and nose with his cuffs. Although this weakened version of the poison gas of fear could not completely affect his emotions, to be honest, knowing that there is danger and staying here is not in line with Victor's habit. Quickly rushed to the door of the warehouse, kicking away 2 bastards who were leaping towards him under the influence of the fear gas.

The magic girl asked him to observe Cyber's strength throughout the process and assess the threat of the red devil, but now it seems that only the few bits and pieces she found, there is no way to threaten Cyber...Victor It is clear that in this situation where their own senses have been distorted, they seem to be crazy, but in fact, in this situation where their basic mind is affected, they only need a calmer guy to be able to control one by one. They all kill.

The next moment he rushed out of the warehouse, he glanced back, a dark red shadow fell from the sky and landed on those whose movements were a bit deformed because of inhaling the poisonous gas of fear, or were simply completely destroyed by the fear that surged in his heart. Among the guys, they couldn't see clearly in the dark, but the moment after Cyber ​​fell, the two guys fell to the ground.

He didn't even use a gun...it should be some kind of cold weapon.

"ended..."

Victor no longer paid attention to this battlefield which was not of the same magnitude. He quickly stood on the ground outside the warehouse, breathing the slightly cold night air, trying to use his powerful self-healing ability. Suppress the gas pressure inhaled into the body.

In addition, he, who was originally uninterested, is now a little interested in this red devil. This kind of assault technique, coupled with a clean offensive, doesn’t look like what Ruiwen said, one has some meaning. Cyber ​​is obviously underestimated as the Ypsilon-class mutant of

"puff"

The black straight-bladed knife penetrated the heart of the mutant who turned his arms into worm-like claws in front of him, and Saibo's left hand was pumped outwards, and the guy who did not look like a normal person fell soft to the ground, fearing poison Under the ravages of, the will of these guys was severely weakened, and after their senses were amplified, it meant that it was difficult for them to block sharp and precise attacks.

Within 5 seconds after falling from the sky, he had killed 2 of them. This was the third one, plus the drunk who was killed by Victor, and now there were only 3 people left.

This is not to say how strong these three guys are, but just because at the moment when the fear of the poison gas erupted, a mutant dressed up as a middle-aged man waved his hands and called a breeze, blowing the poisonous gas around his body. Dispersed, this looked like a guy who could manipulate the flow of air, and he also protected the two people around him.

But when they recovered, the guy with a dark red ghost face, dark red armor and a black long knife in one hand had already killed everyone except them.

Under the exaggeration of this rapid killing, Cyber's shadow standing in the dark also became dangerous.

"You...who are you!"

The voice of the middle-aged man who manipulated the wind was trembling. It’s not to blame him. Before joining the mutant brothers, he was just a failed little businessman. After the California riots, his identity made him almost by everyone around him. Disgusted, where did he ever see such a character.

The other two are not much better than him. One is bent over, black hair pops from his skin, and a tail wagging in the dark, the other is holding a dagger and looking carefully. Go, on the blade of that dagger, there is still a beating electric light.

"Tsk tusk, it is indeed a strange ability..."

Cyber ​​kicked a corpse on the ground that had lost all its breath. Even after death, this guy's arms did not return to their normal form, but remained in the form of worm limbs.

It looks very deterrent, but in fact...the weakness is incredible.

"I heard you want to see the real Cyber ​​Hawke, so I'm here... But is the strength of the Brotherhood?"

"Are you... are you kidding me?"

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