Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

The "Mutant Registration Act" shows no power in Gotham, because except for the mutants of the Devil Gang, that place is almost a restricted area for mutants. There are only a very small number of mutants living in seclusion in the entire city, and there is no big power. , Naturally there will be no impact.

But when you really enter New York City, which is directly affected by this bill, you will see the real consequences.

"Let the registration bill go to hell!"

"We want human rights! We want life!"

"Strongly oppose unfair treatment!"

On Manhattan’s busiest street, crowds of people swarmed into the streets, holding various slogans, walking around with great momentum. In Times Square, thousands of people chanted chaotic slogans. Aggressive, and there are men, women and children in the crowd. At a glance, you are filled with righteous indignation. Most of these guys are mutants, but what makes people laugh most is that there are some ordinary people among them.

Yes, you're not mistaken!A bill aimed at protecting the interests of ordinary people will actually attract ordinary people’s opposition. Although you can also say that they are a group of true fairness, a group of true benevolent people, you can’t deny it. Look at it from a higher perspective. , These people have actually betrayed their own group.

At a time when the relationship between mutants and ordinary people is getting more and more tense, they are undoubtedly traitors.

"So what are they against?"

Catherine pulled down the baseball cap on her head and turned to look at Arwen next to her. The little girl's face was full of doubts: "Is this kind of action really effective? They are just venting their dissatisfaction, but I have not Seeing any substantial action, what else can this do besides exposing their weakness?"

Xueba Arwen pushed his eyes and said very rigorously:

"Of course, your suspicion is right. From all aspects, the so-called demonstrations are meaningless. People who can change the direction of policy will not pay attention to them. Those who pay attention to them are people who are not helpful to the progress of the incident. , To be honest, I don’t know the meaning of this behavior, why they will never get tired of it.”

"This is part of ordinary people's thinking."

Wearing a slim denim outfit, Felicity showed her good figure vividly and couldn't help but sighed. As an ordinary person, she whispered:

"They are good at doubting but not acting well. They always think that they can be the core of the incident, but they are nothing, my God, when I got used to your style of doing things, I realized how stupid this behavior is."

"Meaningless!"

This was Emma's comment, holding her shoulders. Clarice looked at the indignant compatriots around with pity. She pushed her sunglasses and said to Catherine:

"Let's get out of here, it's a waste of time here."

Catherine nodded, and the group led by the Devil’s Gang through the crowd and got into the car heading to the stronghold. Felicity was sitting in the back seat with a modified laptop in her hand. Ten fingers were quickly tapping on the keyboard, and the glasses lady who entered the working state had a cold face, and she exuded strong self-confidence all over her body. She has special skills in the field of art. She is insulated from battle, but the creator gave her another Absolute talent in the field.

"Ding"

She pressed her finger on the keyboard one last time, a smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and then turned the computer to Catherine next to her:

"found it!"

Catherine turned her head and looked at it. It was a complicated satellite map. She naturally couldn't understand it. Felicity explained:

"They are hiding in the sewer at the mouth of the Hudson River. This is their current location. They have not moved. They are obviously planning something."

"well!"

Catherine pulled on the brim of her hat and whispered to Chase Chandler who was driving, "Chace, turn around, go to the Hudson River, Alwyn, you will be the vanguard! Take them in 5 minutes!"

After speaking, the little girl took out the phone and made a call:

"Santa, it's time to do it, and we will pass soon after we finish the action here."

The other party didn’t say much, but simply hung up the phone. Catherine put down the phone, and she took a deep breath. In the rearview mirror of the fast-moving car, she suddenly became more and more indifferent. s face.

Hudson Estuary, this is the closest port to New York City. It used to be an industrial port, but in recent years, this place has become a good place for sightseeing. Every day, tourists from all over the world visit Board a cruise here and enjoy the view of New York.

But now, the whole city is full of mutants, and there are fewer tourists in New York, especially in areas where conflicts are fierce. It is said that there are frictions between mutants and ordinary people every day. The police force of the New York Police Department All have been mobilized, but some corners of this city are still similar to the fierce battlefield.

Of course there are some areas they can’t go to, such as the Hell’s Kitchen where a commercial center is being built. It is said that many stubborn mutants fled there, but the police did not dare to cross the border to arrest them, because the gangs that now rule there are very tough. .

At least these policemen in New York have never seen ruthless people with Vulcan machine guns and heavy-duty police confrontation. This new organization called the Devil Gang is domineering and arrogant, but to be honest, they are not a big deal because they are facing Hell's Kitchen There is no interest at all in the blocks outside, even if it is only one street away, the police will not be blocked by them when they hunt down mutants who have committed crimes.

"Hum"

A faint knock on the door sounded in the sewers at the mouth of the Hudson River. There are underground water circulation systems extending in all directions in the city. These sewers built in the past are very large. They are suitable as hiding places when necessary. I don't know what creatures exist in this huge sewer, and occasionally some strange things will jump out.

For example, a few tortoises dressed like ninjas. Of course, those guys are preparing for a move recently, and there is not much time to wander around at night.

"Who?"

The person hiding in the sewer was very vigilant and hid in the doorway, carrying a weapon in his hand, and asked in a low voice: "Password!"

"Mutant is supreme!"

The lanky guy outside the door also replied in a low voice. The atmosphere at the scene was similar to the handover of some secret work. After a while, the door was opened and the person who opened the door had two horns on his head. Obviously, This is also a mutant.

"Come with me, the leader is waiting for you!"

The guy whispered a word, then turned and walked deeper into the sewer. He was tall and thin. He followed this guy and walked deeper into the sewer. After the last New York incident, members of the brotherhoods everywhere It fell into a split state, and it was not until the return of Magneto that this split and separatism disappeared temporarily, but there has been a major reshuffle within the Brotherhood, and many regions have their own leaders.

A few minutes later, at the end of the dim sewer, the tall and thin man walked into a temporary residence that was cleaned up. In front of him were a dozen mutants. They were all doing their own things. It's all so normal.

"Ahem"

He coughed lightly, focusing everyone's eyes on him, and he whispered:

"I brought Magneto's order! He let us get into the group of marchers and find opportunities to trigger conflicts between them and ordinary people, or find a way to enter the antidote distribution area in Manhattan, and find a way It’s the best if you can destroy it!"

"So Magneto meant to let us die?"

A hoarse female voice interrupted the messenger's narration. She walked out of the darkness, with a slender figure, short wavy hair, and her eyes covered with heavy eye circles. Behind her, two pairs of dragonfly-like wings were closed together. , This is the Salvadoran Angel, a mutant warrior who once had a relationship with Cyber, and one of the leaders of the New York Brotherhood.

But now, her state is not quite right. She hugs her shoulders in her left hand and holds a long slender cigarette in her right hand. Amidst the smoke, she walks to the waiter and asks in a low voice:

"There is no response, no follow-up plan, but it just makes us fall into trouble. Isn't it the same as letting the plaice go to death, sending us to hell?"

"What are you talking about?"

The messenger couldn't help taking a step back, and he asked, "Isn't the flounder alive? Hasn't she betrayed the Brotherhood and joined the Devil Gang? She has something wrong?"

"Huh"

A long whip-like thing threw out from the darkness, grabbed the messenger’s waist, and slammed him to the ground, making him dizzy, but when he was about to jump up, the Angel of Salvador The high heels with sharp metal brackets slammed into his palm, and blood splashed all over at this moment.

The mutants around also stood up silently, followed behind the Salvadoran Angel, and surrounded this guy, one by one with a bad expression. In the darkness, another figure came out. It was one of the old acquaintances of Cyber ​​and Catherine. One to five short stature, average level, but very good fighting ability in the water toad.

One of the veterans of the Brotherhood of Mutants, he moved his fingers and walked out of the darkness. He grabbed the messenger's neck and whispered in his ear:

"Tell me, how did the plaice die?"

"I don't know!"

"Huh"

His left ear was torn off directly, and the bloodshot eyes and angry toads grabbed his head fiercely, screaming like a madman:

"I don't know! You don't know! You don't know how my plaice died?"

"boom"

The head of the messenger was smashed to the ground, and the toad, who wanted to choose people, drew a dagger from his belt with a sound, and compared it to the neck of the messenger who was already bloody. The elder had completely lost his reason at this moment. He gritted his teeth and said in the ear of the messenger:

"Let Eric Lanchel go to hell! He has betrayed the promise he made to us. My best friend became the pawn of his evil conspiracy. He was sacrificed so easily because of one The hell ally, let him die."

"Let your brother go to hell!"

"puff"

A human head with a look of horror flew out of the corpse, and the blood-covered toad stood up swayingly. He looked blank. Everyone in this team knew that the toad had something to do with Dorothy. This kind of special affection, the two of them grew up together, closer than their siblings, and purer than their lovers, but now, the flounder is dead, dead in his own conspiracy.

How can this make the toad not crazy?

"It seems you have made a choice."

Catherine walked out of the darkness of the sewer with her little devil gang. She held a CD in her hand. It was the data copied directly from the monitor in Wayne Forest. As Batman’s base camp, the ghost The place was almost full of cameras, and Felicity easily found the entire video of Dorothy's death.

Of course, the scene where she was dragged out of the darkness by Eric, the Magneto King, has not been deleted. The leader who vowed to do everything for the mutants' cause eventually betrayed his oath.

She looked at the dozen or so silent mutants in front of her. After a moment of silence, she stretched out her hand to the Salvadoran angel:

"Cooperate, I won't let you join the Devil Gang, but Dorothy is also my friend. In order to make her go more peacefully, I think we can cooperate temporarily."

The Salvadoran angel did not speak. She finished a cigarette in silence. She looked at the toad that had lost her soul. Finally, she shook her head:

"I must be crazy to choose to cooperate with you."

She reached out and held Catherine's hand. She looked at her and said softly, "Will you and your Cyber ​​Hawke be the second Eric Lansher?"

Catherine sniffed, she stubbornly shook her head:

"No! We are much better than him!"