Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Catherine returned to Gotham for the first time with a sample of the toxin. The Little Devil helped keep a few people in New York to observe the current chaotic mutants and the confrontation between humans, and by the way helped the surrendered Toad and the Salvadoran Angels to accept some gifted variants. people.

The Devil’s Gang is not a garbage dump, everyone needs everyone, but Catherine welcomes those mutants who can follow the rules to migrate to Gotham’s Devil Gang to live under the rule of the Devil’s Gang. Anyway, New York is just like hell to them. Of course, If they don't understand the rules, the Devil Gang will teach them the rules.

Another group of people, Coleson and Hawkeye rushed back to the Delta Wing building with captured prisoners and some secret items. Nick Fury spent more than half a month without clueless internal review work in Coleson. In one of the accidental encounters, it was completed in a straightforward manner. This was really a major breakthrough for S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal inventory.

Of course, they just grabbed a line, and it will take a long time to find the real big boss behind the scenes, but in any case, it is better to have a clue than no clue.

But for now, let us first look away from Cyber ​​and S.H.I.E.L.D., and place our eyes on another character that is almost forgotten by us.

Little naughty wears a long windbreaker. In the not cold weather in New York, she behaves very much in need of warmth, holding her shoulders with her hands, as if she was trying to survive a long night alone on a Canadian snowfield years ago Similarly, compared with the pure hunger and fear back then, loneliness and despair now are obviously more difficult.

The years of life in Gotham have brought about changes that cannot be ignored for this girl. In front of her blonde hair, there is a strand of white hair mixed in it. It is not weird, but has a special charm, plus this The girl's appearance is absolutely excellent, her figure is bumpy, and she can always attract a lot of unclear eyes when she walks on the road.

But the little naughty just walked in silence. She walked on the street that became very silent because of the one after another demonstrations, carrying the bag that Xia Sen threw to her, there was enough money for her independent living, and some changes of clothes. , Enough for her to travel the world, but the problem is: this girl doesn't want to go anywhere.

She was just like a walking dead, stubbornly moving towards the place where Washington’s "mutant disease antidote" was distributed.

"does it worth?"

This question resurfaced in her mind again. This was the first time in the past few days that she did not know how many times she had considered this question. She was tired of it. She covered her ears with her hands and shook her head vigorously, as if she wanted to use this method. Throw this question out of your mind.

She forced herself not to think about this issue, because she was afraid that the next moment she would turn around and set foot on the train back to Gotham. The further away from that place, the more she felt that she had made a wrong and stupid choice.

Missing is poisonous, deep into the bones, unable to eradicate.

"Hey, little beauty, do you have an appointment?"

Just when the little mischievous squeezed a lady’s cigarette and leaned against the corner tiredly trying to calm himself down, a few dressed-up bells and whistles, painted messy tattoos, obviously drugged and hilarious guys walked from the side alley. Coming out, with a weird smile, he surrounded the little mischief.

One of them stretched out his hand and pressed it against the little naughty delicate chin, with an anxious smile on his face:

"Want to play with us?"

Little mischievous thoughts were interrupted. She looked at these indifferent things in front of her. Her eyes were very clear. Such a guy would not dare to approach her in Gotham. The Devil’s Gang gave them enough deterrence. Only as far away as possible.

And these addicts in front of them, they are arrogant, arrogant, stupid, and disgusting. Is this the ordinary person she wants to be?

This is the group that she dreams of joining?

Is she crazy?

"Okay!"

The little naughty nodded blankly, reached out and rolled up the sleeves of both arms, revealing the evil spirit tattoo on her arm. She shook her neck, and the delicate blood devil's head was looming on her neck. She held the lady's cigarette. At the corner of his mouth, he took the initiative to turn around and walked into the alley, turned his head and cast a wink at those dizzy guys:

"Come on, handsome guys, I'll make you feel good."

The ecstatic addicts who were stimulated by Da/Ma simply glanced at each other, and they all saw the excitement and joy in each other’s eyes. Their instinctive perception had been destroyed by poison X, and they did not realize what it contained. Dangerous, under the leadership of the first guy, they followed the little mischief into the alley impatiently, and had already begun to take off their pants.

Little Naughty stood there, her beautiful figure was undoubtedly revealed. She stretched out her hand to toss the cigarette at the corner of her mouth, exhaled, and reached out and took off the black gloves that she had been wearing, and the corners of her mouth were a little hideous.

There must always be a channel for venting when worrying. Maybe it’s time to learn the way of venting from the cyber boss. I heard that violence always makes people feel happy.

Three minutes later, the last addict ran out of the alley like crazy. The horror on his face was like encountering a crazy beast. There seemed to be a tiger chasing him behind him, and he let out a horrified cry. , But at the moment when he was about to step out of the alley, a slender shadow appeared behind him, putting almost perfect fingers on his shoulders.

Little mischievous felt the life-specific warmth from her fingers. She groaned comfortably, and there were two warm reds on her cheeks. She reached out and picked up the addict who had collapsed on the ground with a cold face. , Slid her fingers on his rapidly aging face, looking at the addict’s wrinkled face and the rapidly increasing white hair on top of his head, she chuckled:

"Why run? Am I not cute anymore? Didn't I make you happy?"

The little naughty asked softly, her smile fell in the eyes of the addict, almost like the devil. The poor guy screamed like a tenor who was castrated. He turned his eyes and fainted. past.

"call"

The girl reached out and threw the half-life guy into the back alley at will. Fortunately, his companion has already set foot on Huangquan Road in the splash of blood, and he at least kept his life. .

Xiao Qi took out a makeup mirror from her pocket, placed it in front of her, and stretched out her finger to wipe the last drop of blood off her cheek. She looked at her red lips, as if she was full of blood. Looking at her own eyes, those with dazed and helpless eyes, she said softly:

"It's just a small mistake to indulge occasionally."

She closed her eyes and put the makeup mirror back in her pocket as if the Buddha said to himself:

"It's time to make a decision, Anna Marie, don't make you look down on yourself!"

Fifteen minutes later, Little Naughty sat in the back seat of the taxi, looking at the noisy square in front of her. Two groups of people were fighting frantically. The posture was like fighting a group of more than 2,000 people. She had a face. Looking at the driver in a daze, she asked:

"Are you sure it is here?"

"Of course, I'm sure, I have sent more than 100 people here at least in these two days! By the way, my name is Du Ponte."

The young Indian driver turned around enthusiastically and said to the little mischief: "Most of them are mutants, and a small group of ordinary people. By the way, madam, are you also a mutant? Come to receive that kind of drug injection?"

Little naughty hesitated for a while, then nodded:

"um, yes."

"Oh, that's too bad."

The Indian driver shrugged and said very familiarly: "Actually, I don’t understand. Why do you want to give up your identity and become ordinary ordinary people? What is good about ordinary people’s life? Look at me. , I’m still trying to improve myself, and I want to be a real assistant to Mr. Deadpool.”

He spread his hands, slowly parked the car on the side of the road, and said to the little mischief: "The life of ordinary people is extremely boring. After occasionally encountering Mr. Deadpool, I feel that my previous life is simply meaningless."

"But you can at least enjoy everything you deserve without paying any hell price!"

The little mischievous sneered: "You don't need to be regarded as freaks by others, and you don't need to live under accusations! You can't understand our pain!"

"pain?"

The Indian driver snorted and turned off the taximeter nonchalantly. He slowly said, "Do you think I will enjoy the life of working 16 hours a day to support myself and my family? In any respectful situation, will I savor family love carefully?"

"Come on!"

He danced and said: "I have been in a relationship with Jima for 4 years, but Bandu can take Jima away from me just because he has money. Then tell me, how much is your so-called love worth?"

"Ordinary people, we, ordinary people like us have to pay a lot just to survive. This is something a child like you can't see! Is it hard to be regarded as a freak? Is it hard to be accused? Hell!"

The taxi driver couldn't help but patted the steering wheel and vented:

"Yesterday, I sent a cold wood-like guy in military uniform from the airport to New York’s East Side for 2 hours. He didn’t say a word to me. He didn’t care about everything I said. Just a dispensable chopstick tell me, little girl, is it uncomfortable to be accused? Or is it even more uncomfortable to live humble and without dignity like us?"

"Don't be stupid. In my country, people are naturally divided into many levels. I thought the same as you when I was a child. I felt that my blood was preventing me from getting a better life, but it was not! There is no relationship between blood unity points!"

The Indian driver sighed and snorted: "If you cannot get the things you want when you are a mutant, you will not get them after you become an ordinary person. These things have nothing to do with your identity. If you I think it’s just your race that hinders you. That can only mean that you live like an ostrich, and you have never tried to fight for the 35 yuan 5 fare you want, and you will be charged 36!"

The little naughty stopped talking. The taxi driver spoke very directly and mercilessly, as if he slapped her in the face directly, but seeing the indifferent look of the driver, he probably didn’t want to speak anymore. So the little naughty drew a hundred yuan bill and stuffed it on the co-pilot next to him.

She opened the car door and whispered:

"Thank you, but I think I should have my own ideas."

Just after she walked out a few steps, the driver suddenly rolled down the window and shouted at her:

"Hi, little girl, do you know what you look like now? It's like a runaway kid who knows he was wrong but stubbornly doesn't want to look back, but believe me, your family won't abandon you because of this Yes! Trust your family and friends, stop being stupid, don't hurt yourself! Don't hurt them!"

"Turn your head back when you can!"

The little naughty shook her palms at him without looking back. On the front, the tears in her eyes dripped on her cheeks drop by drop. She remembered the break between her and Catherine in the Gotham rain, and thought of what the boss said to her. Those words, thinking of Xia Sen's indifferent face when she finally left, these images were entangled, and her tears were hazy in an instant, and her heart twitched in pain at this moment:

"Thank you, Du Ponte."

"But I have hurt them, and I can't look back anymore."