Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Prestige is a good thing.

For people with great ambitions, prestige is absolutely an indispensable accessory. How does a stranger identify whether a leader is worth following, how to judge whether a power value is worthy of attention, prestige is the first element of judgment.

No one would expect too much from an obscure guy. The era when heroes began to grow wild has long passed. When a group of people are groping in the dark, those who have their own auras can illuminate the way forward. People will be surrounded by them instinctively.

Then it rolls bigger and bigger like a snowball, and eventually becomes a big power on the side.

But prestige has its downsides. Once you are followed by too many people, trouble will always follow.

"Boss, just yesterday, more than 500 mutants swarmed in the Gotham Wharf area."

Lewis bit the chicken leg in his hand with a headache, and complained to Saibo who was drinking porridge: "They came from all over the country, the furthest even came from Brazil. They don't know anything about Gotham. Just clamoring to see you and join the Devil Gang."

Saber was unmoved. He blew the warm porridge, put it in his mouth, and chewed a few times before speaking:

"How much did you accept?"

"All confiscated!"

Lewis spread out his greasy hands and said helplessly: "Little girl Xiao Na went back to London to study. We have no way to identify their thoughts. I keep them all at Pier 11, but I can't just keep them like that. ?"

"How is the staff composition?"

Saibo asked again. This time it was Cooper. This guy is now the Deputy Director of the Exit-Entry Administration of the Port Authority. He is still in the shape of a floral shirt and beach pants. He splits the pizza on the plate. While saying:

"Well, those who can live in exile here will certainly not be mixed up too well. They are all low-level mutants below the gamma level, and most of them are homeless guys, and a small part of them are engaged in some Not very good working thieves, thieves, fugitives, etc., you don’t have to ask, you can tell from the look in their eyes."

He took a bite of the pizza and shrugged:

"After removing the identity of the mutants, they are like a bunch of refugees."

"Ok"

Saber picked up the tablecloth and wiped his mouth. A thought flashed in his eyes. After a while, he said:

"Did Harvey called the other day to say that the gangs in Mexico did something unusual?"

Upon hearing this, Lewis threw away the chicken bones, wiped his fingers with the tablecloth, and said disdainfully:

"Those scumbags always want to take our territory, and they will also fail this time! Harvey's army will tear down every bone of them!"

"No, no, I mean"

A calm smile appeared on the corner of Saibo's mouth. He said softly, "I mean, since there are a group of mutants crying and shouting to join us, why should we let our brothers fight and bleed? "

He reached out and picked up a boiled corn, plucked the corn kernels down a little bit, and snorted:

"Blood can bring loyalty, isn't it? Throw them and the mutants that follow on the battlefield in Mexico. The war will tell us who is trustworthy. Let Toad and his brothers lead this group of guys."

Lewis and Cooper looked at each other, the latter hesitated, took a bite of the pizza, and said softly:

"But boss, throw such a group of rookies without combat experience directly into the battlefield of drug lords. I'm afraid they will be wiped out. This may not be good for your reputation."

"If you die, you'll die, if you die clean!"

Cyber ​​shook his hand: "Fame? What use do we want that stuff? Are you really planning to establish a nation in Gotham? Don't be stupid! Cruelty is the good reputation we should pursue now, scaring away those cowards and attracting those The real mainstay."

He snorted, picked up the corn kernels on the plate with chopsticks and threw it into his mouth. He glanced at his men:

"Those who can't fight and don't want to work hard, just think about the shreds under the big tree, what am I going to do? Keep them for Christmas?"

"Okay, boss, we get it!"

Lewis and Cooper shared the rest of the pizza. The two left the villa with their fore and aft feet. Saber leaned on a chair to rest. Mei, wearing an apron, cleaned the table with a cold face, and cleaned the room without saying a word. After Dorothy left, the house soon welcomed another more indifferent "maid".

"Ding Dong"

The sound of the doorbell made Saibo open his eyes from a break. He glanced at Mei, then went to open the door in his pajamas and slippers. As a result, the moment the door opened, a little guy threw himself in his arms. .

"Uncle Sai! I'm here again!"

Damian Wayne, with black hair, full of vitality, and a decent little black suit, plunged into Saibo's arms from his father's arms like a cannonball.

This swift blow made Saber stunned, but then he smiled and touched the little guy's head, and slammed at the Waynes and his wife who were standing outside the door, and signaled them to come in. Demian walked into the house, took a piece of candy from his hand and stuffed it into his hand, patted his head:

"Go and play with your sister Catherine. They are going to meet some good friends today. You can go with them."

Damian snorted coolly:

"I don't play with girls, and I don't know their friends."

"Hahaha"

Saibohaha smiled and patted his shoulder, and blinked at Damian very mysteriously: "Go, I assure you, little man, if you don't go today, you will regret it for the rest of your life. A good friend who has never met."

Damian hesitated, he knew that this mysterious Uncle Sai would not lie to him, after all, he was red. The devil came, he looked back at his father and mother, and finally Rachel took Damian upstairs to find Catherine and those little girls who were still asleep.

Leaving Cyber ​​and Bruce in the living room, everyone knows that they have something to say.

"Speaking of which, why are you busy people coming to me today?"

Saber personally poured a cup of tea for Bruce. The latter was dressed in casual clothes. He changed from the usual serious style, full of leisure and pleasure. He glanced at Saber and asked softly:

"Can't I come to see old friends?"

Saber snorted and sat opposite Bruce, his legs cocked:

"Where's Ah Fu?"

"Afu is not in good health recently. I sent him to Rome on vacation. He may have to spend a long recovery period there."

There was a trace of sadness on Bruce's face: "He is old after all. To be honest, the weather in Gotham is not very suitable for retirement."

Saibo took a sip of the hot tea and waved:

"Don't worry, people like Ah Fu will live a hundred years."

This seems to be a good blessing, but in fact it is not just a blessing. According to a certain neuropathy, as long as the people around Batman stay in Gotham, they will never die.

This is not to say whether it is an evil blessing, but the only certainty is: Old Ah Fu must be able to see his young master grow up safely.

The conversation between the two men is always accompanied by a lot of silence, but the atmosphere is not embarrassing. Speaking of which, the two guys have not sat together and chatted peacefully for a long time.

"I said, Gotham has poured in a lot of mutants in the past few days, you are also very famous now, how does it feel to be a star?"

Bruce waved the newspaper at Cyber. The long pages were all about Cyber. In the absence of information, the reporters on the East Coast gave full play to their advantages. In one week, he produced 7 completely different background stories for Cyber.

From the fallen aristocrats in the far east, to the mysterious family born in Gotham, and even those lace tabloids that can be the most talked about, claiming that Cyber ​​does not exist at all. What people saw that day was only the mysterious Professor X projected in people’s minds. False memories in the house.

Faced with the question of teasing, Saibo shrugged:

"After Sergey interrupted the leg of the seventh reporter who tried to sneak a photo, no one dared to disturb my life anymore, so if you have to ask, I will say that it hasn't changed much from before."

When he said this, he paused, raised his head and looked at Bruce, accentuating his tone:

"Are you worried that the mutants entering Gotham will affect the bad but orderly order of the city?"

"Ok."

Bruce nodded and did not deny what Saibo said. He pondered for a moment and said:

"The clown's recent actions are a bit weird. He seems to have noticed something. You know, it's like a rat and a snake that have noticed the coming of an earthquake. After monitoring the city, I found a lot of bad signs."

He raised his head, and a solemn flash of his eyes:

"A major event will happen in Gotham. I have a hunch that it will not be smaller than the last time the Shadow Warriors invaded. At this time, I really don't want another force to enter here again."

Cyber ​​spread his hands:

"You see, the Devil Gang maintains the agreement. We are not expanding. As for the mutants, I can guarantee that they will not affect this city. God, it's messy enough. This city is yours. I have no idea. Carry a hot potato into my arms, I will not trouble myself."

He sighed, shook his hand a little sadly, and said lazily:

"I may be leaving Gotham again in a few days. This time it will be longer and there are many troublesome things waiting for me to do, so do what you want, don't worry about the devil's help."

"Ok."

Bruce nodded, his style changed, and he touched the teacup and asked softly: "I'm here for help this time. I heard that you have dealt with those ninja organizations in Dongying before?"

"Ok?"

Saibo was stunned: "The hands and the foot helpers? Haven't they been uprooted? I did it by myself."

"Sorry, you didn't."

Bruce took out something from his arms and placed it in front of Saibo. It was a dark red kunai with blood on it. Saibo picked it up and placed it in front of him.

"There is a familiar smell that smells like those damn monsters, so, foot helper! Where did you find this?"

He looked at Bruce, who pointed to the west:

"Xicheng District, the penguin's sphere of influence, there was a homicide there three days ago, and 7 homeless men died unfavorably. It feels like a cult sacrifice. This is what I found on the spot."

Saibo's eyes closed, and the dark red kunai melted little by little under the burning orange light burst from his fingertips, and finally turned into a round ball, his nose twitched:

"Well, I will tell you everything about the foot helper and the hand club, but frankly speaking, I can't spare time to help you now. If you need help, go to the port area to find Lewis and Cooper. That's right. If you need help with high-end combat power, go to the sewer at Pier 14."

Cyber ​​put the tea to his mouth, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"I'm happy to introduce my friends to you. They are also involved in the hand union and the foot help. Maybe they can help you."

That night, after having a dinner cooked by Cyber, Damian followed Catherine, Emma, ​​and Clarice, and Cornelia Hawkins, an otaku scientist who had never paid much attention to external affairs, was also pulled by them. Coming out, five children were standing surreptitiously at Gotham Pier 14 at dusk, seeming to be waiting for something.

"Sister Catherine, who are you here to meet?"

Damian was playing with the bat knife that Cyber ​​gave him. This kind of strange weapon rolled around like butterflies and flowers in the hands of this kid. This kid inherited his father's fine blood. For this cold weapon Has surprising talent.

"Shh!"

Catherine winked and winked at Damian. Her gaze was looking for the sea in front of her. When she saw four ripples side by side, the little girl immediately became excited. She waved the samurai sword in her hand and shouted:

"Turtle, come on! I want to kill you guys!"

At the next moment, Michelangelo’s huge body jumped out from under the sea, posing a handsome pose to a few girls, and then fell into the sea, followed by Raphael, then Donatello, and finally It was the steady Leonardo, it was like a perfect diving performance, this scene immediately caused the girls to scream, like a fanatical fan.

"Is there any pizza? Catherine, my good Mochi, I'm starving to death all the way from New York!"

Michelangelo's four ninja turtles rushed ashore, holding their palms with Catherine's girls, and talking very familiarly, while on the side, someone was already frightened.

"Snapped"

The bat knife in Damian's hand fell directly to the ground, the little man rubbed his eyes vigorously, and he looked at Cornelia beside him for help:

"Sister Cornelia, have you seen it? Is that the big talking turtle?"

The female scientist at home was also confused at this time, she muttered to herself:

"I always thought Catherine lied to me, they actually exist, my God, Grandpa will go crazy!"