Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"clatter"

"clatter"

"clatter"

The sound of shoes hitting the floor sounded on a messy ground. This sound was mixed with the screams and crying of all the people in the hall. It was inconspicuous, but soon, accompanied by the sound of gunfire like popping beans, a voice broke. The roar also rang.

"Shut up all tm's-tm will kill anyone again!"

Bullets flying around flew over everyone's heads, and under the extreme threat of death, everyone soon shut their mouths.

Those were two guys with simple clown masks, pale skin, bright red noses and mouths, and exaggerated expressions. Under the deterrence of the explosion that just reimbursed more than 20 people at one time, the clown masks looked so amazing. People are frightened.

Exaggerated black humor, sometimes, a smile is more scary than a knife.

"Hey, hold this thing tight!"

The tall guy squatted down, opened the tab with his hand, and put the grenade in his hand into the hands of the security guard whose leg was injured. This is an insured grenade. After pulling the tab, if the safety mechanism fails If it jumps out, it will not detonate, but in this case, it is necessary to hold the word mine with both hands tightly. As long as you let go, the grenade filled with fragments is enough to destroy all existence within 20 meters.

This guy in a somewhat dirty purple suit stuffed a dozen grenade into the hands of other people on the ground, and then the guy with black gloves announced in a hoarse and weird voice,

"Grasp your and my life, don't make any bad actions, you and I don't want anyone to get hurt, do you?"

In the bank hall full of black scorch marks and unpleasant smells, he opened his hands, holding a gun in one hand, and spreading out the other, like a real lunatic.

During this process, one of his accomplices rushed into the door leading to the vault with a weird instrument, and then a few shots were fired, while the other was holding a gun and wandering around the hall to monitor, with The muzzle does not leave the crowd at all.

But when he walked to the office that had been bombed, in the ruins behind him, a very bad arm burned by flames and explosions stretched out with difficulty, and the black gun at the end of the arm. mouth.

"Boom"

With two gunshots, the guy wearing the clown mask shot from behind, and one shot hit the back directly, destroying the motor nerves. He didn't even have a chance to shoot, so he fell down like that, but the next moment, he was dressed in crimson. The robber in the purple coat reacted quickly and fired a few shots at the pile of ruins. The struggling Mr. Hoffs was hit, and his screams sounded, representing the disappearance of the threat.

The other people screamed again in the gunfight. This action seemed to anger the purple-clothed bastard. He stretched out his hand and fired a few shots into the sky, then took out a grenade from his pocket, in front of everyone. Pulled off the tab and held it in his hand.

His hoarse voice sounded again, which contained a sense of helplessness.

"These days, I really have to do everything by myself. Let me listen; if I see anyone move or hear any sound, I will immediately let go of my hand. Hey, look at me! "

This guy pointed at his body with the pistol in his hand, and then said something creepy,

"Do you think people like me are afraid of death?"

The face under the mask, looking at the surrounding mockery with satisfaction, he said meaningfully,

"Your lives are very valuable, and I will not touch your penny, so we are not enemies so don't try to be heroes! Ok?"

No one answered, and he didn’t need anyone to answer. During the waiting few minutes, Mr. Hofs’ painful groans made everyone’s hearts lifted into their throats. They prayed for a God that may or may not exist. Finally, after they waited hard, the crazy accomplice in the purple suit came out.

He dragged a dozen big bags full of beautiful knives with difficulty, and then went back and forth, stacking blue bags and money in the devastated hall.

However, this should have been a full harvest time. Although there was a little mess, they finally succeeded. This was a time for the robbers to cheer and celebrate. However, the atmosphere between the two accomplices was somewhat inexplicable. stagnate.

The guy who came out of the vault with the money pointed the gun at him when the robber in the purple suit turned around.

"I guess, you got the instructions to kill me after everything is over, right?"

The short guy seemed a little excited. He waved the pistol in his hand.

"Damn it! We got the plan sheet together. We said we were going to make a fortune together! But when I just went in, Fuller wanted to kill me 2 specials. They must have been killed by our companions! I knew it. That damn clown must have left a hand 5. What is your order?"

The guy in the crimson suit turned around slowly. He looked at the muzzle in front of him, and seemed to be a little startled. He couldn't help but switch the grenade in his hand to the other hand, put the pistol in his pocket, and then pulled away. The sleeves showed the colorful children's watch on his arm. He checked the time, then turned his head, his eyes under the clown mask saw what he wanted to see.

"Aren't you talking about it? My partner, my order is to kill the school bus driver"

While speaking, he took two steps back, facing the muzzle, he raised his hands,

"Hi, man, I never thought about killing anyone really! Never!"

And his companion was still confused because of his words, he couldn't help asking,

"School bus driver? What school bus driver?"

The guy in the purple suit stretched out his finger and pointed at his back.

"Look, that's it!"

"boom"

At the moment when the confused guy turned around, a yellow school bus with full power and reversing rammed through the hollow glass door of the bank, and the broken glass fragments flying across the sky were colorful. Yes, with a rainbow-like halo, the hapless guy was hit by the school bus and flew out backwards.

He fell to the center of the hall embarrassedly, leaving only the robber in the purple suit on the spot. He turned his head and tilted his head to look at the hapless man. The broken glass plunged into his heart. He was not saved by the impact just now.

"Crack"

It was covered with dust and Xiao Qu's school bus back door opened. The same guy with a clown mask jumped down and threw a bag full of banknotes on the ground into the school bus. It took 2 minutes. Time, after moving everything, he asked suspiciously,

"What about the rest?"

He was greeted by two bullets that flew towards his body. When the school bus driver, the last accomplice, fell to the ground, the guy in the purple suit even whistled. He seemed very satisfied and uninitiated. .

In the gaze of bystanders in all the halls, the robbery gang that should have at least six people was left with this guy in a purple suit. They lay on the spot and witnessed a serious crime of high IQ.

But he did not leave immediately. Instead, he looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and then walked into the ruins of the office that was initially blown up with a brisk pace like a filial son. He stretched out his hand to expose a few bricks. He got up and threw it aside, revealing the miserable Mr. Hoffs and the unconscious Sergey below.

The only two people who survived the first explosion.

He bent down, patted Mr. Hofs’ cheeks with an icy gun, awakened him, and then put the grenade in his hands into his hands without saying anything. Hofs knew this. What is it, so even if it is a body bullet, he still struggles to control the grenade that is about to detonate, and he does not dare to relax.

Then he heard the weird guy in front of him say in a lazy and mocking voice,

"The police still have minutes to come, and the gangsters have about 3 minutes. The school bus of the Central School will pass the bank gate in 2 minutes, so let's make a long story short, sir."

"Ahem, you don't even know you don't know whose money you are robbing!"

Hofs looked weakly at this weird guy with a clown mask in front of him. He also saw a few other corpses with a clown mask. He smiled hard.

"You think you are smart, huh? You kill them, and the people who hired you will do the same to you!"

"Hehehe, man, be more sober!"

The clown squatting in front of him patted his face and said in a playful tone, "No one hires me, I just think it's very, very cool to do this! Isn't it?"

This sentence angered Hofs, and he shouted with the last strength,

"What the hell is your tm? City B, Gotham, the criminals here used to have their own beliefs. Falcone was to win the glory that was not available in society, and other people to gain respect, you grab it. Money is just appearance, only fools care about these things"

He held the grenade in both hands, breathing hard, his chest undulating like a broken bellows, he roared and smiled, like a dead end, and like a wise man who has seen everything.

"Look at you crazy man with strange clothes. You killed dozens of people for money. What do you believe? What are you for? Tell me! Tell me!!!"

"But that's not what you called the last person with strange clothes!"

The guy stretched out his hand and took off his mask. Hofs' eyes widened at this moment. He saw the face, which was covered with white paint, with large black eye circles on the eyes, and bright red paint. He painted his lips and looked like a real clown.

But the wounds on both sides of his cheek cannot be faked. This guy's mouth was cut open and connected to his current state of mind. Mr. Hoffs had a strange guess in his heart. This guess was finally Defeated his will.

"You, you crazy man"

"No, don’t look at me like this, I know what you’re thinking, but I’m not a lunatic. You see, I’m almost like Batman, aren’t you? People’s bad opinions are so bad, you call him a hero, but you call me a lunatic I am very dissatisfied!"

He pursed his mouth, his eyes revealed a touch of undisguised madness and pleasure after committing a crime.

"Listen to me, what am I doing for? It's very simple, I just want to do this. I did it. b is an invitation letter, do you know? Invite those who are interested in me to play games with me "

He smiled, took a bloody playing card from the inner pocket of the dirty purple suit and placed it in front of Hofs’s eyes.

"As for what I believe"

He put on the clown mask again, took out another grenade from his pocket, in front of Hofs, wrapped a thread around the pin of the grenade, and put it in Hofs’s pocket. , He waved to Hofs like an old friend waving goodbye,

"My dear, I believe that anything that can't kill you will make you even stranger"

"Goodbye, I hope you can survive, and then tell the story of the clown to far away, no, no, no, don't say it, after all, as a villain, you don't need to be too famous, right?"

The school bus moved slowly. The moment it left the bank, it happened to be the moment when the four school buses of the Central School passed the gate of the bank. It followed the school bus and left the street grandiosely.

And Hoffs, who was lying on the ground, could only watch the rope with the bolt in his arms get closer and closer. Finally,

"Click"

The latch was pulled away, and Hofs's face was stiff to the extreme at this moment. He was ready to face death, but a few seconds later, only a disgusting gas came out of his pocket, Hofs. With a sigh of relief.

"Damn it is a simulation toy"

While others saw this scene, they saw the green gas rising into the air, and also saw Hofs throwing aside the grenade with difficulty, and the foul gas was also rising.

It's a toy!

"Ah, hell, it scares me to death!"

A fat man lying on the edge of the hall gasped and breathed a sigh of relief. He was frightened just now, but now he seems to have fully recovered his sanity and courage. He looked contemptuously at the "toy" grenade in his hand and his face was exposed. With a hint of sarcasm, he threw the thing out the window fiercely.

"He thought he could scare us with this stuff?"

The others were relieved to see this scene, but seeing them let go of the grenade one after another, Hofs shouted with difficulty,

"no, do not want!"

"Boom!"

Two flames exploded again in the lobby of the bank, drawing everything around him. Hofs felt a heavy object hit his head, and his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

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