Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Dr. Morris has lived in Las Vegas for 7 years. He doesn't like the environment here. No matter how prosperous it is, it is still a city in the desert. With the current level of human technology, there is still no way to transform the desert, but He likes money, so he has done a good job of practicing medicine in this place.

As a well-known local black market doctor, he sometimes goes to the casino to cheer up, and it seems that Morris has found the feeling of his youth. To this day, 4 people are wearing black suits with half-reveal black devil tattoos on their necks. The guy rushed into his private clinic, took the doctor to a strange five-star hotel, and then he saw his patient.

"God is on, he deserves to die for such an injury"

The doctor angrily rolled over the eyelids of John who was in a coma, and he shrugged, "You should have brought me here sooner. He is out of help. Wait for death."

"boom"

A gun was placed on the table, and Lewis, who had just sobered up, looked at the old slippery head in front of him with a nasty expression. The latter frowned and thought about it.

"Well, I can give it a try, but ordinary people can't survive this kind of injury, so he is a mutant, right?"

"What? You don't make money from mutants?"

Lewis rubbed his forehead and waved his hand impatiently. A suitcase was placed on the table. He opened it, took a look at the guy opposite, and then turned to Morris. Most of the box of banknotes was not what the doctor expected. So many, but it was enough for him to take a risk.

"No, I mean"

Dr. Morris pressed his finger on the surface of the box, and he smiled, his original indifferent expression softened.

"I’ve just had a few experiences of saving the lives of mutants. Okay, give me 10 minutes to prepare. These freaks are still so easy to die, but I explained in advance that I will leave after the operation. I don't want to mix things up!"

The old doctor held the money box in his hands grandiosely and walked into the room specially prepared for him. Then his full voice sounded.

"Go find my three assistants and tell them that they can get out of my clinic within 15 minutes!"

And while they were busy performing surgery on the seriously injured "Ghost" John, in the opposite house, Cyber ​​comfortably leaned against the window facing the hotel's large swimming pool, and the young and beautiful girls showed wantonly With his wonderful body, playing in the water cuckoo.

Cyber ​​is holding a lit cigarette in his left hand, and holding a glass of red wine in his right hand non-deprecatingly. It’s not that he likes to drink this, he just smoked a bottle from the wine cabinet, but fortunately, his tastes are very mixed. .

On the big bed behind him, there should have been a beauty who allowed him to be lucky, gambling and punishing women, which is almost the standard in Las Vegas, but now, the large bed is stacked one after another With three fainted men.

Saibo leaned on the chair, took a sip of wine, and whispered,

"How long are you going to pretend to sleep?"

No one said anything, Saibo sneered, then ignored it, and started to look at the beauty outside the window leisurely. After ten seconds, the man lying on the top jumped up, he did not speak immediately, and He walked to the full-length mirror of the house, frowned, and looked at the bruise on his face.

Remy Loeb is not Wolverine or Sabre-toothed Tiger. He doesn’t have that abnormal self-healing ability, so the bruise that Saibo’s punch left on his face may take several days to drop. He turned his head and crossed. Waist down, looking at Cyber,

"I said, how do you know I'm pretending to be dizzy?"

"Your heartbeat has dropped to 10 beats per minute, and your breathing has become longer, which is enough to hide it from ordinary people."

Cyber ​​put the wine glass in his hand aside, and he moved his shoulders, "But in the eyes of professionals, your movements are almost the same as those of a major earthquake. I can hardly convince myself to ignore the nasty breathing. , We’ve wasted too much time, let’s talk,

He stood up, leaned against the window, flicked the ashes in his hand, there was still a red light beating in his eyes.

"Say, you can go."

Remy looked straight at Saibo’s face. He tried to distinguish a trace of emotions that was beneficial to him from this face, but there was no. And Saibo’s combat effectiveness, he had already seen when the three of them were fighting. It is very clear that it is stronger than Victor and equal to Logan. It seems that there is a special method that can strengthen the strength in a short time, and the same advanced self-healing.

Such an opponent is desperate, and Remy can be sure that this guy in front of him is the kind of extremely cold, and it must be dangerous to deal with him, so he weighed it for a moment, nodded, stretched out his hand and opened the chair.

"go ahead."

Cyber ​​looked at him, threw a cigarette over, and took it in his hand, took out a very cool silver lighter, and lit it.

"who are you?"

"Remy Loeb, from New Orleans, I know what you want to ask."

Remy played fancy styles with a lighter in his palm, and said relaxedly, "I was tricked into the island by a bastard named Ajax. He said there is a way to cure my migraine headaches. I was detained there for 2 years, but now thinking about it, he really didn’t lie to me, my headache was cured.”

This guy is a talkative person. He gently pulled open his clothes, revealing the scars on his abdomen.

"But this is the price."

Saber nodded noncommittal.

"Why are you saving Victor? I don't think that guy will have friends like you."

Remy grinned a big smile on his face when he heard this question. He looked at Cyber.

"Then why did you save him? If I'm not wrong, there is a consistent reason for our behavior. Victor is not a good person, but he is not a bad asshole."

"That's it."

Cyber ​​nodded. Remy was able to escape from Stryker's second base. It seemed that he was also helped by the Sabretooth Tiger, but Cyber ​​was very confused about why the guy did this, but he didn't ask it wisely. He pondered for a moment,

"Where is that island?"

"Very close!"

Remy Loeb threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the sky, and a purple light flowed on the cigarette butt. After 1 second, the cigarette butt burst open. The gray smoke seemed to have his own consciousness. The flow between his fingers, this scene made Saibo narrow his eyes, and the latter looked at him and whispered,

"Do you know the mutant riots in California 4 years ago?"

"Ok"

Saibo nodded. It was the news he had read from the old man's newspaper when he first arrived, and it was also the first time he came into contact with news about mutants.

"Do you know why that riot happened?"

Remy's mood became sad, "Because in that month, 17 schools in California, a total of 23 students who had lived, were all mutants. The mutant brothers only contributed to the incident, but ordinary people called this parade a riot. I just want to protect my children, nothing more."

"Strike took them? Where are those kids now?"

Saber’s voice suddenly became soft, and Remy glanced at him, stood up in his chair, and turned to the door.

"I try to keep myself from thinking about the answer. If you can really kill Stryker, the mutants in California will appreciate you. That place is on the island off the coast of Pennsylvania. It was the Three Mile Island nuclear power plant accident more than 30 years ago. The reconstruction site, they also call it New Three Mile Island. Who would believe that there will be a secret base under a nuclear power plant?"

"Tell Victor, I owe him the favor and paid it back."

Remy left a word, opened the door and floated away. Saber walked over to the chair he made, picked up the lighter he had put on the table, the silver shell, and a sculpture of the devil dotted on the top. It looks very gorgeous, and it can be seen that this is Remy's beloved thing, and the edges have been polished with a touch of luster.

As for why he left this thing here is probably a ransom.

Saibo laughed and played with the lighter in his hand. This is another very interesting guy. He didn't look back and asked in a low voice.

"What about you? When are you going to pretend to sleep?"

"I thought you couldn't find out"

The pale Victor rubbed his head and sat up from the bed. He glanced at Logan, who was still in a coma next to him, with a complicated expression. He suffered two heavy blows from Remy in a row, and the target was precisely placed on the head. Logan's sleep was destined to sleep a long time.

"Why? Want to kill him?"

Saber leaned on the table and said with a wicked smile, "If you want to kill, drag it out and kill, don't make my place dirty."

Victor shook, and he got up from the bed with some difficulty. Logan took a heavy shot. Even with his self-healing power, it would take a while to fully recover. Logan’s skyrocketing combat power also kept Victor, who hesitated about something, made up his mind.

As he walked out the door, Victor turned his head and whispered,

"Strike has his final weapon X on Three Mile Island, you have to be careful, you'd better find more helpers."

"I'm really curious, Victor, who do you work for?"

Cyber’s question stopped Victor’s footsteps for a while, "You helped me and released Remy Loeb, which makes me doubt your loyalty to Stryker. I don’t know you people very well. Idea, but I know at least one truth."

He stared at Victor's back.

"A guy like you who sacrifices his brotherhood in order to hide, what he is plotting must be amazing. Are you interested in telling me?"

Vidock turned his head slightly, a smile on his stubble side.

"You know too much when you should know, you will know it naturally. By the way, I have never been from Stryker. He can't give me what I want, but you can help me. For good reason, I will reveal a piece of news to you, you can listen to it as a joke."

"Ok?"

Cyber ​​became interested, and then he heard Victor's hoarse voice.

"The history of this world is actually the most interesting thing. When mankind first began to develop civilization, they said that there were gods in this world. More than one person with a history of history said that they had seen a real god. Worship them madly and regard them as the masters of the world. Later, they said that there are no gods in this world, just like they are neurotic, denying all the history written by their ancestors and using a set of specious scientific and technological theories as the basis of this poor society. ."

Victor paused and asked a question playfully.

"But if God really doesn't exist, who did our ancestors see?"

"Cyber, heart, certain existences hidden under the absurd appearance of the world have already noticed you"

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