Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"boom"

The door of the office was pushed open, and Mei with a serious face took a folder and walked into the office. She placed it on the desk behind the tall figure with his back facing him.

"Director, 15 minutes ago, two super-scale lightning strikes broke out in the mountains near the border in Quebec. A secret military base was completely destroyed. No casualties have been detected. The Ministry of Defense held an inquiry 5 minutes ago. Will...about this."

"Huh, lightning strike?"

The figure did not look back. He stood on the edge of the French porthole on the 37th floor of the Triangle Wing Building in Manhattan. The only one left was looking at the city that had just awakened from sleep outside the window. His voice was very penetrating. Just by hearing it, he could Feel a special will in it.

"May, you were the best agent here, do you really believe that it was a lightning strike?"

Faced with this question, Agent May, who had already transferred to the civil service, did not answer, but her silence was actually an answer.

"Professor Charles’s moderates have been in peace for decades. Those guys in Congress may have forgotten how that person used his own power to save the world from war. They have forgotten the terrible power he has. .. But there are always people who like to see the world burning. What's even more frightening is that when a group of restless fools gather around him, this arrogant fantasy will become a terrible reality."

"call..."

The man in the black leather jacket held the guardrail outside the porthole with both hands. He sighed with relief, "The professor is demonstrating. He is using this method to make us express our dissatisfaction. Has the result of Stryker's investigation come out?"

May nodded.

"It's already out, do you need me to show it to you?"

"No... directly to those old guys who are not sober-minded at the Ministry of National Defense, let them see, what kind of stuff is the person they rely on!"

"Then we need to intervene in the Mutant and Stryker incident? I am worried that things may change."

May whispered, "The Coleson surveillance weapon X project has four months, and his report said that Stryker is likely to have another research base in China. I am worried that the mutants of the Charles faction will go. Attacking that place may cause panic among the people."

"Get involved? No! We won't get involved!"

Nick Fury, the current leader of S.H.I.E.L.D., the king of agents in the world, shrugged.

"We just need to do the finishing touches, and we should teach those stubborn people a lesson, so that they know that this world does not operate according to their ideas...but strengthen the monitoring of the mutant brotherhood, I I always feel that Magneto has been dormant for so many years and must be planning something extraordinary."

"By the way, let Coleson go faster...In the face of increasingly complex situations, we need some stronger cards."

On the other side, Gotham Cemetery, this place is as quiet as ever, Saibo is standing in front of the tombstone of the cross, and Catherine in a white dress is standing beside him.

"The city is still this disgusting haze after 3 years..."

Saibo's hand slid gently on the tombstone in front of him, with a slight sharpening. His eyes had never been so sad and gentle. He whispered,

"Old man...I'm back to see you."

A gust of wind blew Saibo's hair, as if his dead relatives were greeting him.

"I thought I could still see you after I came back, but you left first."

"Do you know? Although we have only been together for a year... But in my heart, your status is very important, a stubborn, rude, unlikable old man..."

Saibo closed his eyes slightly and said softly as if muttering to himself, "But it is the first really good person I have ever met in my life. How I wish you were murdered... Cut some idiots to vent my anger..."

"but now,

His fingers tightened sharply, and a tear was left from the corner of Saibo’s eyes. He, who has always been mad, eventually revealed his weakness. He had concealed it very well, but now, In the face of those who have been lost, there is no need to cover up.

"You say you hate Gotham thousands of times, but you still die in the place where you were born. You still like it in the end, right?"

"This nasty city, you still can't let go of it in the end, right?"

Cyber ​​took a bottle of spirits from the tearful Catherine, twisted it away, poured half of it, and poured the other half on the ground in front of the cemetery.

"Then I will help you...watch it."

"Don't want to disturb you... ahem"

Saber coughed and covered his mouth with a handkerchief. When letting go, a shocking dark red made Catherine couldn't help but tighten Saber's arm, and the latter smiled at him.

"Don't worry, Xintou, I haven't finished what I should do, I won't just fall down like this."

"Step, Step"

A heavy footstep sounded behind the two people, and neither of them looked back. After a while, Gordon, who was much older, stepped forward and put the flowers in his hand in front of the old man’s tomb.

"He walked peacefully... just couldn't let go of you."

Gordon squatted down, reached out his hand to clear the weeds around the tombstone, and said in a low voice, "But I think if he can see you to see him, he will be very happy too, he might even scold you. Here comes... you know, he is this kind of person, he will call you worthless in person, but soon he will use his method to make you accept his kindness without crying or laughing."

"Ok."

Saber nodded silently, no one spoke. A few minutes later, Gordon clapped his hands and stood up. There were clear wrinkles on his face and gray hair on the top of his head. Compared to the last time Saber saw him, It seems to be a teenager all of a sudden.

But still the clothes that have remained unchanged for thousands of years, black-rimmed glasses, and stern but warm eyes, the police chief stood with Cyber, and he said softly,

"Thanks to you, Gotham is very good now... the good ones are a little unbelievable, but I can still smell the feeling that comes from the darkness of this city. The danger never leaves. Sometimes I I'm all very curious. Why is there a Gotham in such a small area that attracts so many freaks... Will the Devil Gang come back?

Faced with Gordon’s blunt question, Cyber ​​shook.

"I don't know, maybe it will, after all, this is our root, will you welcome us?"

Gordon shrugged.

"Why not? Although the current gangs in this city are only resurgence, I am still very happy to see some old guys come to help me share the pressure, but as before... it can only be the dock area and the narrow island!"

"call..."

He breathed a sigh of relief, took off his glasses, took out a handkerchief and wiped it, he suddenly asked in a low voice, "Syber, do you think Gotham will really have the day when order is completely restored?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

Cyber's finger slid gently on the tombstone in front of him, and Gordon chuckled twice, "Yeah, who knows the future? We have all lost our loved ones because of a damn lunatic. They are now The story of the clown as a lace on the streets is being passed on. Look, such a city is really disappointing."

He turned to leave and whispered as he left,

"Come to my house for dinner tonight, Barbara and Jimmy miss you and Catherine, and Robin will come too."

Gordon patted Saber on the shoulder and said strongly,

"You are not allowed to come} Are you here?"

"Ok."

Cyber ​​moved his finger from the tombstone, and he turned to look at Gordon, "Can I bring another guest?"

Gordon curled his lips, "It's casual, I'm very spacious anyway."

Let's go back four times slightly. At the Xavier Talented Youth Academy in Queens, New York, Cyber ​​and Catherine were about to leave New York. When they returned to Gotham, their door was knocked.

"Come in"

Saibo said without looking back. After a while, Santales walked in. He had changed into a suitable suit, but because he was too thin, he looked like a bamboo pole. He walked. After entering, some stood at the door of the room helplessly, probably trying to say something, but didn't know how to speak.

Cyber ​​ignored him. After a few minutes, after they finished packing, Cyber ​​sat on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette, then looked at Suntars, and threw another one to him. The young man did not refuse any more. He put the cigarette to his mouth and took a awkward sip. This kind of pastime at the cost of reducing pressure made him less stressed. He raised his head, looked at Saibo, and took a deep breath. ,speak loudly,

"Mr. Cyber, I... I don't think I'm suitable for this place, can I follow you?"

"Ok?"

Saber raised his brows, "What's the reason? We do everything for a reason, right?"

"I... I just think this place makes me feel weird..."

Santales swayed uncomfortably, and Cyber ​​snorted.

"To be honest, boy, I can tell you a lie."

This sentence made the young man frustrated at once. He raised his head and looked around, then lowered his voice and said,

"Those you told me before, I don't want to be a weak person, I want to protect my sister, I have lost my parents, but I can't do it now... I want to learn how to fight with you."

"But if you want to learn to fight, it's more appropriate for you to stay here, isn't it?"

Cyber ​​flicked his fingers, "Professor Charles is currently one of the most powerful mutant bipolars in the world, and Ms. Ororo, as you can see, she can destroy a base with a wave of her hand. I am better than them. It's far worse."

"No! It's different!"

Santales explained a little unconvincingly, "I also saw Ms. Ororo fighting, how can I say, she made me feel... very powerful, but not the kind of momentum I wanted... You have also said that I will be a natural killer. I think that killers need that kind of aura, but they can’t teach me... This academy has no way to learn that kind of aura and methods of killing. The guys who have been here many years earlier have not even killed anyone. I chatted with them and felt that they were a little... a little naive."

He stretched out his hands tangledly and separated his fingers,

"I have killed almost 30 people... they really can't teach me."

"But follow me, you might die tomorrow..."

Cyber ​​flicked the soot, and said noncommittal, "If you die, you will have nothing. Isn't it a good idea to live a peaceful life?"

"I am not afraid of death!"

Santales put down his fingers and said in a low voice, "I'm not afraid of death. I'm just afraid of being locked up in a cage again. The kind of despair that has lost freedom may be dragged away by people who rush in at any time. I'm not afraid of death! I'm just afraid of being slaughtered!"

He bowed deeply to Saibo,

"Please train me! Mr. Cyber!"

The atmosphere in the room was a bit stagnant. Catherine sat on the other side, looking at Santars, and then turned to look at the silent Cyber, her mouth pursed, she asked,

"What about your sister? Will Clarice agree that you follow us?"

"She, she will agree!"

Santales said a little bit, "She will understand me!"

"Okay...Go pack things, we will leave here after a slant."

Saibo took the cigar back into his mouth and said vaguely, "This is your own path. If you die, don't blame me!"

Santales raised his head in surprise, he hummed, turned around and opened the door, and then stood there. Outside the door, Auroro stood there with an unconvinced face and looked at the textbook with a bad face. Looking at Cyber, a moment later, she said loudly,

"I want to fight you!"

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