Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

A lot of things happened this evening. Parker, with a tired face, was drowsy the next morning and was sent back to his home in Queens in the luxury car driven by Chandler. The mysterious spider was not only It gave Parker great talent and strength, and also gave him superb self-healing ability. Although it is not as bad as Cyber ​​and Logan, if it is just a skin injury, one night will be enough to eliminate.

But Parker still felt sore all over, but he had to admit that he learned a lot of useful things from Cyber ​​during most of the night’s fighting training. He is a competent fighting expert, but he is not a good teacher. The teaching method is very rude...

The confrontation over and over again, in this kind of battle that can only be called a warm-up at best, he was rude and simple to instill his knowledge of the battle into Parker.

Parker learned quickly, and the price he paid was a total of 37 miserable defeats, and none of them could even break through the tactical defenses of Cyber. This was still in the absence of Cyber.

Then Cyber ​​gave him a nickname called "Spider". On the premise that Parker was unwilling to join the Devil Gang, their relationship was maintained in this relationship of friends and alliances, but Parker himself preferred to call himself " "Spiderman", yes, even a nerd has the heart of a superhero, and now, this idea is no longer just an idea.

Parker is carrying his bag and wearing those deceptive glasses, walking down the already very old residential stairs. The walls on both sides have peeling wall skin, and the wooden railings are also decayed. Obviously, here is not Not a rich family, Peter, who grew up in this environment, is not a rich kid either.

But he is satisfied because he has the best uncles and aunts in the world, just like his parents.

"Ding"

"I'm back, Uncle Ben, Aunt May? Are you there?"

Parker opened the door, yelled towards the room, turned around and changed his shoes, turned his head and saw the serious-looking Uncle Ben walked out of the house holding a black card, and Aunt May was worried. Follow behind.

"What's the matter? Uncle Ben? Is something wrong?"

Parker asked worriedly. Ben Parker beckoned to him. Parker hurriedly walked over and saw the card that Uncle Ben was holding. The card was exquisitely shaped and looked very high-end.

"what is this?"

Parker asked, Uncle Ben was sitting in a chair, touching his chin, and said hesitantly,

"When I went to work this morning, a postman gave me an appointment letter from the Gotham City Port Authority..."

This honest man over 50 scratched his head with few strands of hair, and said with a look of confusion, "They said in the letter that the Gotham Port Authority lacks a senior mechanical engineer and wanted to invite me to work. I'm ready, and I can help the aunt to arrange work. I thought it was just a joke, but we called to confirm just now..."

Uncle Ben looked up at Parker and said with an incredible face,

"It’s true, my child. It’s said that there is a great figure in the Port Authority. A director named Cyber ​​recommended me. Then they hired me directly. Now I only need to sign this letter to get a new copy. jobs."

"But the salary is 10 times the current job...There are other benefits, my God, this is really worrying."

Aunt Mei couldn't help but draw a cross on her chest, she said with some uncertainty,

"How could such a great thing happen to us, but the tone of the port authority manager named Lewis is very worrying, and it doesn't sound like a decent person."

When Parker heard this, he immediately felt the bottom of his heart. Of course, Lewis was not a decent person. He only met him yesterday. He was a gangster who ruled one third of Gotham. Of course, Parker wouldn’t say this. come out.

He was silent for a moment, and the words Mr. Saibo said to him last night came to mind.

"Facing someone you can't confront head-on,

"The only thing I can guarantee is that they will never be harmed, and I will not use them to deal with you... This is a choice, Parker, choice is risky, you can choose to trust me, or use your own method Protect them, this will not affect our current cooperative relationship against SHIELD."

Cyber’s openness made Parker hesitate. He was a real genius. He was able to hack into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s surveillance network at the age of 13. He naturally understood the risks that Cyber ​​said, but when he thought of his own memories, The matter of the parents who have never met since childhood is like a black hole in the mind, devouring Parker's reason all the time, putting him under great pressure.

In the end, the high school student made a decision, SHIELD and Cyber... he chose the latter.

So he rolled his eyes and said to Uncle Ben, who was uncertain,

"How about we go and see?"

"Yep?"

Ben looked at his nephew. He had taken care of this young man for 17 years. The blood was thicker than water. Parker looked more like his son than someone who had been adopted because of a promise. He looked at Parker and said seriously,

"Tell me what you think, Parker, you are also a member of this family, and you have a say in such things."

"Uh, actually... I just met with that Mr. Cyber ​​yesterday."

Parker scratched his head. "Yesterday was his niece’s birthday party. Mr. Cyber ​​is very...well, he values ​​me very much. We talked very happily. He said that after I graduate from university, he would recommend me to Wayne Industries. The biotechnology laboratory, that place is now a well-known research team led by the famous biology expert Professor Hawkins. Mr. Cyber ​​said that he would give me a gift, but I did not expect it to be this."

"Wayne Industries?"

Ben and May looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. Wayne Industries is well-known in the United States. It can definitely be the top three in the precision manufacturing industry. It is a big company. If Parker can really be If the big shots of En Industry favored this child, it would have a promising future. They didn't suspect that Parker would lie to them, because the child had never lied since he was a child.

"if it is like this..."

Ben stood up and rubbed his hands nervously. He finally made up his mind and said to Aunt Mei, "We book tomorrow's tickets and go to Gotham to have a look. I will apply for resignation at the work unit now."

"No, no no!"

Parker stood up and said to Uncle Ben, "Uncle Ben, if you don’t want to go, it’s okay. I know you and auntie are nostalgic people. You have lived in New York all your life. You don’t have to sacrifice this last home for me. , You have done too much for me."

"No! Child!"

Uncle Ben gratified and patted Parker on the shoulder, "No, we are willing to do this. This is for your future. I have known since childhood that you will eventually become a decent person, a decent person, I know it, you never We won’t be disappointed. By the way, do you want to go to Gotham with us? By the way, check the lab. The big guys are always busy. You have to take advantage of some opportunities, Parker."

Parker thought for a while, if he let his uncles and aunts pass by, he would not worry about it. Trusting Cyber ​​does not mean trusting the entire Devil Gang, so he nodded.

"No problem, the college is already closed. I will go to Professor Connors to ask for a leave. We will go to Gotham tomorrow together."

He looked at his old uncle and aunt, and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to hold Uncle Ben and Aunt May in his arms.

"I will protect you, I swear, you are my best relatives."

Of course, arranging Parker’s family to go to Gotham was just a simple task for Cyber. It was a surprise for Cyber ​​to be able to meet Peter Parker and to guide this capable child to add some blockage to SHIELD, but he did not. Forgetting the really important things about coming to New York, I called Professor Hawkins and Bruce Wayne who was busy playing games with the clown. After confirming the matter, in the dusk of New York, Cyber ​​was carrying a newly made wooden box. , Got into the old driver Chandler's car.

"Where? Boss Cyber."

Chandler, dressed in a black suit, dressed up like a dog, and wearing big sunglasses, asked with a serious face that this guy was frightened during the first few days of staying in the Devil Gang, but after joining the Devil Gang, he was Seemingly enjoying it, Cyber ​​put on sunglasses, looked at the black bloody devil tattoo painted on Chandler’s neck, and looked at the sharp contrast between his chubby figure and the serious clothes, which made him laugh. Asked,

"How is it? Chase, are you still used to it for a while?"

"I had a great time, Boss Cyber, everyone didn't bully me, I thought a little bit before, and I have to say that the Devil Gang is really a good place!"

Chas Chandler couldn’t help but threw his thumb in the air, and patted the steering wheel of this limited-size Bentley, “Especially these luxury cars, I couldn’t touch them before, now It’s a heavenly day to be able to run around in New York’s streets and alleys every day to attract the attention of girls."

"Hahaha, your happiness is simple enough..."

Cyber ​​laughed, and threw a cigar to Chandler. The happiness of ordinary people is not complicated. Cyber ​​knew this very early. He lit the cigar and said softly,

"Then, take me to St. John's Church, Chace, tonight, I'm going to meet some "old friends"."

Cyber’s old friends can generally be divided into two types, the living and the dead. Needless to say, the dead are naturally divided into two. The living ones can also be divided into two types. One is to mention the game like Mephisto and Nick Fury. Uncle had a headache with scum, and the other was an opponent who, like Constantine, would be frightened when he heard his name.

how to say?It is not a pleasant thing to be an old friend of Cyber ​​anyway. Constantine definitely has something to say.

"Huh"

Two CT spectra were thrown in front of Constantine's eyes. The indifferent black female doctor frowned and looked at Constantine who was sitting in front of him constantly smoking.

"The advanced lung cancer, John, if you continue to smoke, you may not live for 2 years."

"This one?"

Constantine shook the cigarette butt in his hand. In the smoke, his face became strange.

"No! I won't throw it away! Liz...you see, life is so weird. I didn't want to live fifteen years ago, but fifteen years later, I suddenly didn't want to die. You once saved me. , Can you still save me now?"

Dr. Liz clearly knew Constantine. Looking at the man’s sad face, her indifferent expression melted a little, stretched out her hand and wiped Constantine’s handsome face, but there was no sadness in her eyes. ,

"Sorry, Constantine, you are dead, and now probably only God can save you."

"God?"

Constantine grabbed Dr. Liz’s hand, leaning forward and looking at the female doctor in front of him tenderly, "I have killed many monsters, most of whom have never seen it before, but now I I’m going to die of cigarettes...but that’s okay, death is not terrible, but I still have a lot of things to do.

He kissed the doctor lightly on the cheek,

"Goodbye, Liz, for the sake of our previous relationship, after I die, can you put a bunch of white flowers in front of my grave?"

The doctor looked at the face in front of her, she sighed, and gently stroked Constantine's face with her fingers, but the next moment,

"Snapped"

He slapped Constantine's face with a slap in the face, "Since you ran away from the wedding, I only hate you. You scumbag, after you die, I will stand in front of your tombstone. You sang a song, you bastard ruined the first half of my life!"

Three minutes later, Constantine walked out of the hospital with a slap print on his face, and habitually lit a cigarette. He looked up at the darkening sky and touched his stubble chin.

"God?"

He stretched out his hand and stopped a taxi. He sat in the back seat. He looked up and saw the familiar Indian driver. The driver also saw him. Although the last meeting was not friendly, he was a warm Indian. Still take the initiative to say hello,

"Hello, Mr. Bingshan, who is not close, where are you going this time?"

"New York is really small...Your name is Du Pont, right?"

Constantine looked out the window and shrugged, "Then Du Pont, go to St. John's Cathedral, don't detour, Du Pont, I won't give you more money."

The Indian driver’s expression collapsed, and he shrugged.

"Well, maybe I should really listen to Mr. Deadpool's suggestion, bring a gun on my body..."