Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Wayne Manor was burned in the "Narrow Island War". This is an entire complex, so its reconstruction will last for a year or even longer. During this period of time, Gotham’s son Bruce Wayne had to Live in the room of Wayne Mansion with his heart-warming old butler.

Frankly speaking, compared to the quiet and beautiful suburbs, Wayne Building, a building located in the city center, is indeed tall and gorgeous, but it is too noisy, and the traffic is not conducive to concealment. After being almost spotted several times, Bruce . Wayne finally made up his mind.

He rebuilt a bat cave in another hidden place, of course just a substitute.

At midnight, the Batmobile with the stealth mode turned on quietly traversed the remote streets that were already empty, and it seemed like a deeper shadow flowing through the air in the dark. It is hard to imagine that this armored vehicle looks like a tank. The huge tire that was tall for a man would run over the ground silently.

In fact, it is not silent, the movement is similar to an ordinary car, but for its unique body shape, this is equivalent to a perfect stealth mode.

"Crack"

The outer shell of the vehicle slid outwards, revealing a complex interface full of various buttons and displays. Bruce Wayne in a bat suit jumped out of it. His body staggered a bit. When he jumped off the ground, He reached out and covered his ribs.

There, there was a bloody wound, like being scratched by a sharp weapon. It is hard to imagine that he would be scratched to this point while wearing a second-generation bat suit with super protection. .

Seeing Bruce's injury, Alfred hurriedly put down the hot coffee in his hand, walked over quickly, and held Bruce's arm.

"What's going on here?"

The old butler asked in surprise. He carefully examined his wound and whispered, "I don't think anyone in this city can hurt you like this, or do you want to rush into their encirclement?"

"No, Afu, it's not."

Bruce took off the bat suit with difficulty, and the wounds on his ribs looked more hideous, while his back and chest were covered with various scars, just like a veteran of the Cold Weapon era. It looks shocking.

A hero is not so good, especially in a city like Gotham. The villains will grit their teeth and try to die with him in every way at the last moment, and the end of abiding by the rules is that he often needs to suffer a lot of avoidable things. hurt.

Within two months, his whole body was covered with wounds.

"I have treated the wound and sutured it for me, Afu."

Bruce was naked and leaning tiredly on the chair. Alfred took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and turned on the lights in the basement. Then he took the sutures and began to stitch the wound. In the process, Bruce's face remained constant. Somewhat bad.

While his wound was being stitched up, his mind was repeatedly thinking about another question.

"Afu, a new enemy has appeared in this city..."

He murmured to himself, "Mutants are still a gang. When I chased them, I heard that they were using mobile phones to communicate with each other. This may be a new criminal organization.

"Uh..."

The pain from under his ribs made him snorted, and then he saw Alfred taking off his glasses and let out a sigh of relief.

"Master, you know, the last step of stitching always hurts. By the way, you just said mutants?"

The old butler sat back in his seat and took a sip of hot coffee.

"No, mutants will not appear in Gotham. The base camp of radical mutants is in the south, and the moderates are near New York. Gotham lacks the basis for the formation of mutant organizations. The previous mayor also initiated secret expulsion operations. In short, this is probably a restricted area for mutants."

"But I met, Afu!"

Bruce touched the wound where Buddha was cut by the sharp blade with his arm.

He leaned against the chair and looked at the dim light above his head.

"This is really a failed hunt, but what I care most about now is, what are these mutants doing in Gotham?"

Seeing him, Alfred was heartbroken and proud. The young master who used to need his protection is now an adult and is carrying on a career that can make him great. But what is sad is that if he does If this continues, his physical function will suffer serious damage due to these small injuries.

Alfred didn’t want to see the last blood of the Wayne family end in pain, so he persuaded,

"Master, I am not preventing you from maintaining your inner justice, but you are a mortal and you have limits. Sometimes, you need to stop and rest and then go on the road again."

Bruce shook his hand. He tilted his head and looked at the black bat suit hanging next to him, and at the black helmet on the table.

"I have limits... I know, but he doesn't! He shouldn't have limits... Okay, Fu, I'll rest, rest assured, this time it's not perfunctory..."

"Didi Didi"

The sudden ringing of the bell interrupted the conversation between the two people. Alfred got up and took out his mobile phone. Seeing the number, he couldn't help but look up at Bruce, then connected it to the outside. Amplify, and then put it on the table, he asked while drinking coffee,

"Ah, it's Mr. Cyber, how is your trip to New York going?"

"Fu...Master Afu, you haven't rested yet! Judging from your age, you need a healthier routine, oh, yes, is Bruce there?"

Saibo went straight to the subject. These words made Ah Fu a little bit dumbfounded. Bruce gave a light cough and agreed.

"I'm here, Cyber, what's the matter with you?"

"You went out to fight for justice tonight, did you meet a few mutants? You also fought with them, right?"

Bruce's expression immediately became subtle, and he pondered for a moment.

"Well, yes, but I'm curious, how did you know."

"It's very simple, their accomplices were killed by me. This bitch's thing wants to attack me. I need you to help me. I have just been to the Bat Cave, but it seems to have been idle for a while, so, Where should I find you now?"

Bruce pursed his lips, and finally he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll go find you, right in your villa?"

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

After the call was interrupted, Bruce and Ah Fu glanced at each other and saw the thinking in each other's eyes.

"So, the target of these mutants is actually him?"

Bruce rubbed his chin. "It looks like I have to go out tonight."

"Well, I also think you better go out."

Ah Fu reached out and took out a data storage card from the drawer and threw it to Bruce. "It was given to me by Lucius 2 hours ago. You must be interested."

The old butler put down the cup in his hand and stretched,

"Your kid incited a group of dockers from the narrow island. Under the leadership of the devil gang, they rushed into the narrow island that is now being occupied by two gangs. It only took less than one and a half hours. Use firepower and quantity advantages to defeat the two gangs."

"They used some less "appropriate" weapons."

Ah Fu turned and walked towards the door, he waved back.

"I think they actually did a good thing, and I think what Saibo said is quite reasonable. Elderly people like me really need a healthier work and rest. My young master, bring the keys with you. I want rest."

On the other side, looking at the pictures of bloody conflicts like the Middle East war on the phone screen, Bruce Wayne's face became quite ugly, especially when he saw Cyber ​​destroying the building with a grenade launcher in his hand. When the object was on the third floor, the flames in his eyes almost jumped out.

After a while, he jumped into the Batmobile in the bat suit on the silent boat, and disappeared into the not-cloudy night of Gotham.

Cyber ​​was sitting on the first floor of the villa. Dad and Robin had already rested. He was still wearing that black trench coat, sitting like a sculpture in the living room with only one light turned on.

Two black bone spurs were placed on the table in front of him. The corpse of the attacker had been thrown into the sea. He reached out and picked up one of the bone spurs and placed it in front of him to observe carefully. The darkness could no longer stop his gaze, the saber-toothed tiger's ability Devouring gave him extra night vision capabilities.

In his eyes, every pattern on the black bone spurs was even clearly visible.

This thing has a paralyzing function. He felt it when he was hit just now. It should be a biological anesthetic, and this thing is very strong. It takes him a lot of effort to carve marks on it with a knife. But the cone-shaped bone spurs are difficult to throw by ordinary methods.

In other words, this thing was probably made by the short mutant with his own abilities, and then shot it out with his own abilities, and used it for sneak attacks at close range. It was unconscious.

"These mutants... really have tricks."

Saibo snorted and threw the bone spur on the table. He closed his eyes, and the fingers of his left hand jumped gently on the scabbard placed on the table. His breathing became even, as if he had entered a special kind of After a while, he turned to look at the specially opened window.

"I knew you couldn't learn to go to the front door."

At the window, a Batman in black clothes and a black cloak dancing in the wind has stood there silently. His armor has been obviously modified, and it looks thicker and stronger than before, and the black bat emblem on his chest is more It is obvious that the joint between the helmet and the armor is seamless. On the wide metal belt, several hooks are added to fix the flying claw gun and other gadgets.

He stood there, with the dark night as the background, he looked at Saibo in front of him and whispered,

"Why instigate those workers to go to dangerous places?"

Saber made a headache. He took out a few pieces of paper from the sofa next to him. There were scribbled strokes on it. He put the thing on the table and motioned Batman to sit opposite him.

"This incident is over, and I hope that our "good" relationship will not crack due to this incident."

Cyberpus pursed his mouth and looked at the serious gaze of Batman sitting opposite. He sighed and made a gesture of surrender, "Well, I didn't notify you in advance. It was my fault, but this I talked to Chief Gordon about the matter, and he agreed, otherwise why is there not even a policeman patrolling the narrow island tonight?"

"Gordon is a good guy. You and I know that he is now in a desperate situation, and the people don't trust him. He needs to make some achievements to prove his ability. And I am also very upset with the bastards who occupy the narrow island. Even if it's you, I think you will "punish" them in your own way."

Saber opened his hands and placed it on the sofa. He placed his finger on his forehead and tapped lightly.

"I just helped you do what you want to do... so, no thanks!"

"If I have to say that something is wrong with me, it is probably to put the innocent in a dangerous situation, but when we think about it carefully, we cannot wait for a hero to save us forever when we are in a dangerous situation. , We have to learn to save ourselves, right?"

"You, Batman, can you save everyone?"

""

His collar was suddenly grasped at this moment, his body was lifted up, and Batman's eyes were fixed on him.

"I will punish them, yes, but I will not use other people's lives as a bet, and you, you never cherish life, you always have endless myths! You bastard!"

There was peace in Saibo's eyes.