Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

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"This time the flight from Mexico City to Gotham City is about to land, please passengers..."

The sweet voice of the stewardess reverberates in the cabin, which always makes some men think about it, but for others, these existences are meaningless.

There are always people whose world is very emotional. After missing some necessary things, the world will be incomplete and will no longer be attractive.

Catherine leaned on the seat and looked at the real scenery outside the window with indifferent eyes. Gotham... She is back again. This city is so nostalgic, because in her life, this place was her first The place where I felt the warmth and love this time, this is the place where she has pinned her best memories.

But on the other hand, this city is so disgusting, because here, she also lost a lot of people, the closest people in her life, only one still exists here, every time she comes back, Let Catherine almost relive that kind of inner pain.

"Little sister, I see you are in pain, do you need help?"

A handsome man in a suit and leather shoes, a man with a successful personality, came over naturally after the plane stopped. He had been observing Catherine for a long time. Judging from his professional eyes, the temperament that Catherine exudes is very It clearly shows that this is the heir of a big family.

This kind of little girl who is not deeply involved in the world is the best to cheat, after all, he is professional in this respect.

Catherine didn’t even look at him, which embarrassed the handsome guy who made the stewardess's eyes shine all the way, and when he was about to say the second sentence, Catherine stood up at the same time around 8 people wearing suits. Sunglasses, a brawny guy who is not easy to mess with at first glance, and a slightly rude guy with a thick gold chain, who looks more than 30 years old.

"Take him down, three times on his face."

Lewis' eyes were very venomous. He could see at a glance what the butterscot wanted to do. With a wave of his hand, the panicked man wanted to leave quickly, but was held by the three strong men and forced out of the cabin.

"Catherine, are you in a bad mood?"

Lewis asked in a low voice, "Should I go back to the villa to rest first?"

"No, Lewis, let's go directly to Daddy's and return to New York in the afternoon."

Catherine wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, "I don't want to go back to the villa. There is no Cyber, no father, no Kevin, there is nothing there, there is just a house, there is no home..."

Thirty minutes later, Gotham Cemetery. At this season, this time, the cemetery is very quiet. There are not many people here. Catherine is standing in front of the tombstone, looking at the erect cross in front of her, and the name of the father. , There is no epitaph, no life, nothing, simple and painful, but judging from the traces in front of this tombstone, people often come here to clean it.

"Father, I came back to see you. I'm sorry that I haven't been here in the past 2 years... I am actually quite scared to see you."

Catherine placed a bunch of flowers in her hand in front of her father’s grave. She was 14 years old and was slim, 165 in height, wearing a white sweatshirt, tights, leather boots, no dressing, no makeup, not even a trace. Excess accessories, long golden hair draped behind her, the only thing that was inconsistent was the somewhat old hammerhead shark bag she was carrying.

Lewis and the others stood far away to ensure that no one would bother Catherine. As an immediate family member of Dad, Cyber ​​and Kevin, Catherine is a well-deserved little princess in the increasingly powerful Devil Gang system, ha Wei's character determines that he cannot be contaminated with the power of the Devil Gang, and a group of elderly people headed by Lewis fully support this heir who is increasingly cold-character.

The restless ones have been killed by Cyber. After Gotham’s "Blood Night", this slightly immature gang was given a soul and faith. Now three years later, it has become a The real power group, at least in Mexico, they are well-deserved bigwigs.

The 800 million US dollars of the Gotham Gang was money they could not make in their lifetime three years ago, but now, the Devil Gang has almost monopolized two-thirds of the entire arms trade in Mexico, and its income in half a year has exceeded this figure. They have become the unattainable behemoths of the Gotham Gang.

The little princess slid her hand over the tombstone in front of her, she whispered,

"We are rich, daddy, we have more and more people. Harvey is a very good manager. Although his face is terrible, I know that he is actually a nice person to get along with."

"Kevin and Sergey are still in Central City. They may not be able to wake up for the rest of their lives."

"Syber hasn't been found yet. Harvey said he won't die. I also believe that he is not that easy to die. How could someone like him be killed by a lunatic."

"Everything is fine for me in New York. I also found Selena, the coquettish little bitch who came to us at the beginning. Guess what she is doing now?"

Catherine seemed to remember something happy, and she grinned.

"She gave up the degree she got, and started stealing things again. It's like what Cyber ​​said. She should be a "missing thief" in her entire life, instead of learning from others to go to school. She has the blood of adventure in her bones. By the way, she also got herself a dress and named herself "Catwoman". She was silly, right?

"I know she is imitating Cyber ​​and Bruce... but she is so stupid, she will never be them."

"Poor Gordon finally came out, but now it is Gotham's prestigious police chief. No one dares to provoke him. He also sent Jimmy and Barbara to school in New York. I know that he is actually The city has no feelings anymore."

"By the way, Bruce and Rachel have traveled around the world. They have been married for 3 years and have no children. I don’t know if they don’t want it, or if the bastard Bruce is... hehe, I know if I say it, you must be Want to scold me..."

As Catherine was talking, tears couldn't help but fell. She bent down and gently hugged the tombstone, tears hitting the tombstone drop by drop.

"Father, I miss you so much..."

"Father, I miss you so much."

The sky seemed to feel the sadness of a girl. The weather was cloudy and drizzle at this moment. Catherine didn't care about it. With the physique of a mutant, she didn't need to worry at all, but the next moment, a shadow blocked On top of her head.

Blocking the sad rain from the two people, Catherine raised her head and saw Robin who was also holding flowers and holding an umbrella. Compared with three years ago, Robin is now more mature and has a beard. His eyes were originally indifferent, but at this time, there was a rare touch of tenderness. There was also a scar on his face, which was the "gift" he got when he walked in the dark night of Gotham wearing armor for the first time.

Gotham doesn't have Batman, but the legend of the Red Devil is still circulating in this city. Whenever the evil recovers, he will appear and he will crush them.

He put the flower in his hand in front of the old man’s tombstone, then put his hand on Catherine’s head and rubbed it. This was their favorite way to play with little girls when they were still there. In these 3 years, there has been no People will touch her head again.

"Little girl, are you finally back?"

"Woo"

Catherine couldn't help it anymore, she hugged Robin's waist and began to cry, which made Robin's eyes burst into tears. He patted Catherine's shoulder lightly.

"Alright, well, welcome home, little princess of the Christian family."

Lewis watched this scene, and the uncle could not help but wipe the corners of his eyes. He looked at Robin and Catherine. Those two were already the last descendants of the Christian family. Thinking of the time when Kevin and Cyber ​​were both there, Everyone back then, Sergey, Steve...

Lewis felt the heat in his eyes. He hurriedly walked into the rain, lit a cigarette for himself, and let tears mixed with rain water flow on his face. The feelings of the old man were like this, gentle and silent, but when it broke out , Equally unbearable.

On the other side, New York, not far from Gotham, the Marbury Mansion, in the basement of this beautifully decorated, very modern villa, a tired-looking Tony Stark walked into it in his pajamas.

He snapped his fingers, and the dark basement lit up, and he snorted.

"Jarvis, help me with Tina or Mia tomorrow morning? Anyway, help me send that woman away tomorrow morning, I'm going to get busy!"

"Understood, the coffee is ready, do I need to start working now?"

A flexible metal robotic arm brought Tony a cup of hot coffee. He took it in his hand. In the bedroom above his head, on the big bed, a stunner was sleeping after exhaustion. She didn't know at all, she wanted to hold it. New York’s most famous dandy’s thigh desire is over before it even begins.

As a seasoned playboy, Tony knows who to fall in love with, who to just play with, not to mention that he has more important things to do now.

"Well, open the work schedule that was not completed yesterday!"

Tony said casually, the next moment, on the empty design table in front of him, a large dizzying blue line began to beat quickly, like a beating neon light, but soon, they were in front of Tony’s eyes. On the design table, a set of very three-dimensional pictures is formed, and there are indicators of various indexes around it, most of which is a set of design drawings of a continuously rotating steel armor.

It can be seen that it has not been completed, and in some details, it is very similar to the set of objects that Cyber ​​showed him three years ago, but Tony boldly changed it to the design he wanted, but it did not Exaggeratedly speaking, in the current era when the military has been paying attention to the power of weapons, Cyber's armor has opened a new door for Tony.

"According to the experimental simulation data, even with the most powerful micro-engine at present, it cannot provide enough energy for this suit, especially if you strongly require the ability to fly..."

Tony’s electronic smart Jarvis replied with a metallic tone, “If the current popular structure is adopted, the final design drawing will be like this if the flight is guaranteed!”

With its introduction, the model in the sky suddenly changed. Behind the original human form battle armor, there was an extra large flight bag, which looked quite bloated, and it should be filled with solid dye.

Tony frowned.

"If this is not possible, safety and flexibility will be reduced. According to Mr. Lucius’s design, flexibility is necessary. Once it becomes bulky, the meaning of this personal armor is lost... It seems that energy is a big deal. problem."

"Yes, sir, according to my calculations, if we can find an energy supplement similar to a reactor, we can use the method of electric ion conversion to achieve the functions of flight and energy cannons, and the danger of nuclear energy, so I can The most suitable energy source found...this one!"

Jarvis's voice stopped, and a real video appeared in front of Tony's eyes. It was an oversized ring device with electric current rolling at a crazy speed, making the device look like an oversized electric light.

"You mean, the Ark Reactor?"

Tony's frowning brows did not weaken. The reactor was designed by his father, the talented but assassinated Howard Stark. His unsmiling father said more than once, "The Ark Reactor is the way forward for future energy." , And most importantly, he remembered his father saying, "There is some secret hidden in that reactor."

But until the moment Howard and his wife were assassinated, Tony didn't know what the secret was.

"The theoretical power supply of the Ark reactor is absolutely sufficient, but the problem lies in downsizing."

Tony closed his eyes, "The experiment of replacing nuclear fuel with palladium has been successful, but it must be reduced to the size of the palm of your hand... this thing is impossible... at least in the next 10 years, this seems impossible. unless…"

"Ding Ding Ding Ding"

The phone's ringing rang, and Tony, who was interrupted thinking, got on the phone with boredom, and a low, steady male voice came from the other side.

"Tony, my boy, haven't you rested yet?"

"Stan, you know, I'm used to working at night, is there anything?"

Tony asked while writing and drawing on the drawings, Stan, also known as Obedia Stan, the current helm of Stark Industries, a close friend of Howard Stark, and Tony's uncle, this middle-aged Man said in his own low voice,

"I'm asking, the design time of the Jericho missile in Stark's industrial weapons program has been greatly delayed. You should be responsible for this matter, right?"

Hearing this, Tony got bored. He has spent the last 2 years designing this armor. Where is he thinking about designing missiles, so he said in a perfunctory manner.

"Stan, my energy has been weakened recently, I think we can..."

"Less energy? I know that you have had at least 14 little girls recently."

Probably as a conductor all year round, Stan’s tone has become serious, and there is even a kind of compulsive pressure in it, "Tony, I am not saying that young people should not play, but you can’t give up your work and your talents. ,your…"

"If you say that, you don't think I can make money for you. I really doubt that if I can't make any money, you will kick me away!"

Tony's mood is terrible. He is a very ego person. The ego person hates the pressure of others. Tony is not the kind of person who can control his temper, just like a spoiled child, so he takes it for granted. Up,

"I am the Stark family, the heir of Stark Industries, Stan, you can't use me as your weapon designer. I also need time, I also need my personal space, not hell here. At 2 o'clock in the morning, I was urged to draw TM's design drawings!"

Stan also seemed to be frightened by Tony's sudden eruption. He hadn't spoken for a long time. After a while, Tony's tone calmed down.

"Okay, okay, Uncle Stan, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like this, I know you are also thinking about our order, so let me give me another 3 days, I will take the complete Jericho missile The data is done."

A few seconds later, Stan’s voice came over.

"Well, Tony, it's nothing, your old Uncle Stan is not yet vulnerable to that point, don't worry, I will help you to drag it, rest early, good night."

On the other side, Obedia Stein put down the phone, he calmed down for a few seconds, then slammed the phone to the ground and stomped on a few feet. The bald middle-aged man’s eyes sparkled with anger. It was a kind of ferocious, like an old lion threatened to its position.

And how did the old lion treat the little lions who threatened him?