Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"Fifteen days ago, there was a serial murder and mutilation in Brooklyn. 11 people died in one night."

"Nine days ago, three bastards with red hoods began to rob passers-by at night and cut off their fingers cruelly."

"Seven days ago, a group of secret church guys in Queens caused a circuit overload when they gathered, and more than 32 people died in the flames."

"Four days ago, a lunatic rushed into Central Park with explosives, killing 17 people on the spot and wounding 34 people."

"Three days ago, a group of thugs rushed into a bar in Manhattan in broad daylight and caused a terrible killing. More than 45 people were killed on the spot and the bar was burned."

The chief of the New York Police Department angrily slammed the marker in his hand in front of the branch chiefs and sheriffs, like an angry lion, roaring in this empty office.

"And just yesterday, St. John's Cathedral was burned to white ground! The villa area of ​​Manhattan Bay was invaded, 7 rich men were sucked up blood, and more than 30 homeless people died in the underground parking lot of the East Side. The same... so who can tell me! Isn't this New York where I have lived all my life? Is it the most prosperous place in this country?"

It’s not easy to see a police chief who is over half a hundred years old. In fact, the old man who is about to retire next month is now able to suppress his anger and just curse people without doing anything. It’s very rare, but The string of thrilling numbers also showed from the side how bad public security is in New York.

The most terrible thing is that no one can clearly remember when this terrible chaos began. It seems that the chaos had already appeared the moment they woke up, and the most surprising thing was that, except for them, there was no People express fear for this chaos.

Even the civilians, who have always been anxious because of the wind and grass, lived their lives safely this time, as if the terrorist incidents that appeared in their lives did not exist.

"This is not normal!"

The old director’s sharp gaze flicked across the faces of the branch directors and sheriffs in front of him, “I’ve been in this business for more than 40 years. I can tell you clearly that the situation is not normal now... I will be next month. Retire, the next director will be selected from among you. I don’t know who it is, but I believe that no matter who it is, I don’t want to deal with such tricky things when I first came to power... So now, take good care of you The best manpower, go get me out of the black hands behind the scenes!"

His palm hit the table fiercely,

"He has already slapped us in the face, and he will either fight back or take off his clothes and get out! Don't forget, everyone, the big people in Washington are watching. Think about your future."

Detective Angela, the clerk at the scene, looked at the angry chief and the sub-directors who were motivated. There was a deep sorrow flashing in her beautiful eyes.

As a person who has a glimpse of the truth, she understands that even if the Chief Secretary sends out every police officer in his hand, there is still no way to solve all this. This is not a human matter at all.

Those massacres...nor the terrorist attacks they imagined, it was just another way to maintain order, and things would always get worse before things got better. The Devil Gang was killing and driving out mixed races, mixed races. We are also desperately fighting back, this is a war under the dark curtain of New York.

In the war of the mortal world, the saddest thing is that in this war that takes place around mortal lives, there is no place for mortals, just like decorations in the game, which can be arbitrarily destroyed by both sides.

There was a warm air conditioner in the office, but Angela felt a bit of cold for no reason. She couldn't help tightening her clothes tightly, and then took the records in her hand and followed her sub-director out of the office. Whispered to the frowning sub-director,

"Mr. Albert, I think we have gone into a misunderstanding!"

"Ok?"

Sub-director Albert looked at Angela. This female police detective with light makeup is a "big man" of the Eastern District Police Department in New York. Three years are only enough time for other police officers to grow up from rookies. In the past three years, Angela, Personally killed at least 5 vicious criminals, which is very difficult for many veteran police officers.

If it weren’t for Angela’s too young age, Albert would have promoted her to a sheriff long ago. The professionalism of this policewoman is unquestionable. She seems to be a natural evil terminator, which is extraordinary for criminals. Keen perception.

"Tell me what you think, Angela, I'm listening."

The sub-director leaned in the back seat, and Angela drove while considering her words.

"I mean, what the Chief Secretary said just now gave me inspiration. Why do we always investigate these cases one by one? Do you think there is such a possibility? In fact, all of these cases have one that we have not discovered. The common denominator...If this argument holds true, we might be able to find a real way to break the game! Maybe we have been ignoring this."

"So?"

Albert scoffed at this conclusion. He was also an old policeman. He could not see a trace of connection in these bizarre and murderous cases, but as a mature superior, he did not directly reject Angela's proposal. He whispered. Say,

"What are you going to do? Angela."

"I want to check the files of all such cases that have occurred in the last three months, Director."

Angela looked at the director's expression in the rearview mirror and said softly, "It won't take much time, but if you find out, the time is worth it!"

"Then do it, I will give you access to it, is it enough for you alone?"

Albert waved his hand without thinking, Angela whispered, "Enough, now the police station is tight, I will take them home tonight, work overtime, and it should be able to analyze them."

"Well, then do it."

On the other side, as soon as Saibo finished his breakfast, he saw a red and yellow light rushing in from the large French windows, and falling steadily on the floor. It was a handsome suit that was made into a personification. His helmet slammed open, revealing Tony Stark's handsome face, but he still carried a black man tied up with a rope.

"boom"

Tony threw the guy on the floor. He controlled his beloved Mark-2 armor, sat on the sofa opposite Cyber, and pointed to the struggling black man.

"A disgusting murderer, he sneaked into the place where I lived and tried to rush into the school bus in the early morning to hurt those children. I caught him. I heard that you were looking for these people recently, so I brought him over. Up."

"Well, thank you."

Saibo picked up the newspaper at hand without looking up, reading it while drinking milk, "New York has become more and more chaotic recently, huh?"

"More than chaos!"

Tony started complaining endlessly,

"It's crazy. There are robbers and murderers everywhere. They are like seeds to be harvested in autumn. They are almost like wild grasses. They can't catch them at all. I went out for a tour the other night. In the circle, seven robbers were caught on Fifth Avenue alone, and they were all thrown at the door of the Manhattan Police Station, but I heard that their prisons were overcrowded."

He looked at Saibo with blazing eyes,

"I have never seen or even heard of such a scene. The criminals let the Buddha make an appointment to make trouble together. This is obviously abnormal, right?"

"Of course it's abnormal! There are only three reasons for crime, either for survival, or for revenge, or for distorted happiness, look at him!"

Saibo pointed to the guy on the ground with red eyes, who seemed to have lost his mind, and was shouting in a language that no one understood.

"Which type do you think he is?"

Tony glanced at the guy and shook his head.

"He is neither, he gives me the feeling like those bastards who threw out of the darkness the last time I saw in the sanctuary, so you actually know the reason, right?"

Saibo did not answer him, but stood up, walked to the black man, reached out his hand to lift him up, and gently pulled his finger on the rope, then the rope was pulled off. He looked at the guy's twisted face and eyes. The ring of flames in the sky flashes,

"Come on, look into my eyes! You smelly mess!"

"Oh oh oh!"

The black man was struggling frantically, but his eyes couldn’t help but look into those eyes. The next moment, the pain of burning his soul made him struggle more violently, but the sin was ignited, and Cyber ​​threw him at On the ground, the guy rolled frantically, his face was abnormally distorted. In Tony's gaze, there seemed to be a hot flame rolling in the skin under that face, and his cheek quickly turned into a twisted one. The demon face restored the human face in an instant.

"You! You will die! Saibo... Gu Yi’s lackey! You will be burned to death by the fire of hell! Your soul will suffer in the abyss! Ten thousand years! They see you! They will crush you! You! Crush Gu Yi! This world...is ours!!!"

A screaming howl spread throughout the hall, and Saibo shrugged.

"Sorry, let them come, I am here...waiting for them!"

Under the sudden eruption of the flame, the guy turned into a withered bone in wailing pain, and flew out of the window in the blow of the wind, disappearing, the fire of hell lost its soul, and even hell returned. It's so pitiful not to go.

"See it?"

Saber stretched his waist and said to Tony, "The Supreme Mage issued an order to expel the remaining hybrids of the human world half a month ago. Johnny went to Europe to expel the remaining Greek gods and Alaska. Sgard’s eyeliner, Mordur is in South America, Kama Taj’s power strikes for the first time in a thousand years, New York is my area of ​​responsibility, you see, even if I kill like this, SHIELD hasn’t bothered me. They are actually involved, and the methods are not much weaker than mine. Of course, this is just a task of hiring and being hired."

A hint of impatience appeared on his face.

"I have been sore after killing these desperate bastards these days, but it seems that they have not learned to bow their heads, but have begun to retaliate more and more against the society in this way, trying to express their dissatisfaction and threats in this way?"

There was another sneer at the corner of Cyber's mouth.

"Hehe, they think this can threaten me? Use mortal life and death and social order to restrain me? They are really silly and cute..."

"They never knew that they didn't have any power in their hands that could threaten me, and their resistance suddenly made me feel that the previous methods were too gentle, so now, let's start working on it."

He looked back at Tony, his eyes narrowed.

"If they are unyielding, we will break their bones!"

"If they resist, we will tear their hands apart!"

"If they don't want to bow their heads, we will chop off their heads!"

"I never believe that the evil spirits and the Holy Spirit will be much braver than human beings. If they are really as fearless as they appear, then they'd better be prepared."

"Let me see their fearlessness. When faced with blades and bullets, I hope they can still dedicate themselves to their faith. How about? Shall we come together? Tony Stark."

These murderous words made Tony shiver, he subconsciously asked,

"What are you going to do?"

"Go clean up! Let human civilization truly occupy this city, instead of floating on the surface, declaring to the gods above the nine heavens and the demons below hell that this is the territory of humans, they want to come? Yes!

Saibo shrugged, the ring of flames in his eyes burning.

"As long as you can afford it!"