Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Every city should have a police chief and a gang godfather, representing the manifestation of light and darkness in the world. One side presides over justice, while the other is brandishing evil. All stories of oppression and resistance are basically from Starting from these two points, this is a microcosm of human civilization.

This is true for every city, and naturally also includes the famous metropolis New York. After the human civilization enters a new era, this ancient cycle continues. Of course, the current gang godfathers have become a lot more civilized, and they will never be in broad daylight. Gunmen were sent door-to-door to collect protection fees.

Only small gangsters do that. They value more valuable but also more dangerous business.

Manhattan West Village, a place known as the most literary and artistic place in New York, has born many poets, writers and scientists, as well as their number of addicts hundreds and thousands of times, and even those who look good may be this in the dark. A member of a large group.

The amount of poison X consumed here every week is staggering. It is so shocking that the emperor Jinhe, the gangster who monopolizes the drug X business in New York, needs to send someone to conduct transactions here, and it is very difficult to deal with these secret upper-class figures. They are generous in what is worthwhile, and sometimes they even have surprises.

So Jin Bin has always sent his most trusted person to do this, and there have been many very bad things in New York recently, losing a large area of ​​Jin Bin, and this will only lay golden eggs for his hands. The hen paid more attention.

Poison X trading sounds tall and fashionable, but in fact, their format is no different from other wholesale retailers, just wearing a coat of darkness and force.

"This is next week's goods! The price will not increase, thank you for the kindness of the boss."

In the cargo compartment of a medium-sized truck, five heavily armed gangsters are dealing with their "retailers". The outside world is dark. It seems that this kind of black business is more suitable for this kind of dark night. In short, 80% of transactions are actually done in the dark.

However, during this period of time, whether it is a gangster holding force or a retailer waving banknotes, there is a bit of fear and caution on their faces, like a mouse sneaking out of the hole to search for food, for fear of being caught by a certain violent cat. Press it on the ground and eat the meat with the belt clean.

"This is last week's money!"

A middle-aged man who looked like an upper class snapped his fingers. His entourage threw a black suitcase to the gangster on the opposite side. They opened the suitcase and saw that it was full of dangdang bills. No need to point, the other party handed over a larger box.

"Mr. Jin Bin is very satisfied with your cooperation, Mr. Rudolph."

One of the gangsters who was in charge of bookkeeping, combed the shiny hair, whispered: "We will give you twice the amount starting next month."

Sitting on the opposite side, the middle-aged man who seemed to be attending a prom instead of making a dirty trade was not happy with the good news. On the contrary, he touched his carefully groomed mustache, thought for a moment, and shook his head:

"If it's in the past, I don't mind, this kind of cute gadget is indispensable in the literary salon, but it won't work for a while..."

"why?"

The gangster who kept the accounts couldn't help but ask, the latter looked at him, and pointed his finger at the sky:

"Because that spider is very manic recently, I don't want him to ruin my reputation. In fact, everyone else should think the same way."

Mr. Rudolph smiled and shook his head:

"Three days ago, Dr. Herman’s clinic was torn down by the spider. The poor old man later recalled that the spider was as crazy as it was. He chased a small bag snatcher, and finally demolished half of the street. Yesterday, I saw with my own eyes that lunatic jumped off from a higher level of my house holding a bastard, and that poor bastard broke at least 20 bones."

After speaking, the middle-aged man dressed as a gentleman was still sighed:

"God, it's on the 7th floor. Although he also fought crime before, he even saved my niece from the damn pedophile. That was helpful and welcome, but now I have to Said that his recent actions have gone too far."

"So you are worried about a spider that does not know when it will come, and you are unwilling to make two cups or even four times the profit?"

The gangster chuckled and used clumsy methods to lure the middle-aged man in front of him:

"Think about it, Mr. Rudolph, when no one else can bring enough goods, you are the only one who has plenty of goods here. Those little salons who originally looked down on you, but couldn't help but are hungry and hungry. , Where will they go?"

"Fur..."

The bastard took a bit of cigarettes and said contentedly: "I always respect you artists with ink in their stomachs, but I know that even if you are an elegant addict, you will feel uncomfortable if you don't smoke for 2 days and want to commit suicide. …Speaking of which, didn’t you have this idea in the first place?"

These words moved the salon organizer in front of him. He is not short of money. What he lacks is a kind of social status, but he is not willing to take risks. Even every transaction will not be fake, but will come in person. Even if he was caught, he would be unlucky alone, instead of implicating the big man behind him.

Because of this protective measure, Rudolph’s small circle was sealed up three times, but it was revived for the fourth time, and even gradually expanded, relying on Rudolph’s all-round “care”.

"okay then."

Mr. Rudolph nodded and snapped his fingers. The well-paid bodyguard handed out the money in his right hand, but at this moment, a muffled noise suddenly came from the top of the truck.

"boom"

Something has fallen on it.

This sound shocked everyone. The gentleman got under the table for the first time, but no one laughed at him. Everyone took out their weapons and pointed to the carriage above their heads with their fingers clasped. On the trigger.

"Don't be impulsive! Don't worry! We have 6 people, he only has one!"

The gangster with the oily head took out a pistol, and he was also a little panicked, but at least he was not at a loss, he shouted:

"Everyone gathered in a circle, back to back! I don't believe he dared to rush in so directly! We will...ahahahah!"

Before he finished speaking, the glass beside this nail was smashed with a punch. He just raised the pistol, and a sticky white cobweb stuck to his sleeve. The next moment, the giant that could not be shaken. The force came and dragged him out of the carriage.

The bullet flew horizontally in an instant, smashing the carriage in front of him, and the smell of blood was mixed in the gunpowder smoke, and he shouted impatiently:

"I hit him! He bleeds!"

The gunfire slowed down, and the most daring of the crowd stretched out his head to look, only to find that it was the little oil head that was pulled out just now, who was lying outside the car, who was eloquent and always able to ask for money and be the boss. The happy dog ​​leg couldn't catch his eyes, and the man let out a scream:

"No! Johnson is dead! We killed him!"

"Damn! He's still... be careful!"

"what!"

As soon as the warning sounded, a black shadow directly tore the roof of the car and jumped into the compartment. The sound of the bullet rang again. The shell slammed on the ground. The blood and hot smoke made Rudolph hiding under the table tolerate. He couldn't help covering his ears and screamed in horror.

He is just a dead artist, why tortured him so much?

""

The sound of the body hitting the steel is so creepy. If you don’t see it with your own eyes, it’s hard to believe that a normal person would be beaten like this, but the deadly bullets seem so useless when facing more deadly hunters. By 20 seconds, those guys with guns were stumbling into the carriage.

Falling on the poison X they used for profit, blood was splashed... Yes, no one survived.

"boom"

The table where Rudolph was hiding was smashed with a punch, and sawdust was flying in the air. The mad artist was like a male singer who was castrated. He screamed enough to pee his pants. He waved his hands in panic and opened. I opened my eyes and saw the figure of a scarlet spider wearing a black leather armor on his chest.

"Spider... Spiderman"

Rudolph screamed, "Don't... don't kill me, please!"

Peter Parker glanced down at the box at Rudolph's feet, the scattered banknotes and the crystal clear crystals, and he sniffed in disgust:

"You...you are guilty!"

"But I am not going to die!"

Probably stimulated by death, Rudolph screamed and retorted: "I'm just buying and selling drug X. Even the harshest laws, I only need to spend 10 years in a prison in New York... I shouldn't be just like that. Put to death! God, you are not a law enforcer, you murderous spider!"

"Ok?"

Encountering a person who dared to refute made Parker feel a little doubtful. His head was close to Rudolph who was strangling his neck, and he whispered in his ear:

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

The cruel and cold breath made Rudolph escape from that state of bravery, and he begged for mercy:

"No, no! I'm afraid of you, don't kill me, I won't do that anymore! Look at the past, when you were wearing red clothes, you wouldn't kill people, everyone liked you, didn't they? But you put on After the black clothes, everyone is afraid of you. You don't want everyone to be afraid of you, right? Don't kill me, spare me, as the former Starscream...please."

"and many more?"

Parker shook his head suddenly, as if to drive away some dark thoughts. He tilted his head and looked at Rudolph: "Before? Am I different from before?"

"Different! How could it be the same!"

Rudolph sensed the hope of surviving, and he shouted:

"Before you were like a protector, you would be punished a little, and would tell us what to do was wrong and what we couldn’t do, but look at you now, you are like a butcher, look at you, eyes Killed 6 people without blinking, my God! Are you crazy? Or is your mind controlled by some kind of ghost!"

These words slowed Parker's hand movement a little, and threw Rudolph to the ground. The latter panted, turned his head and rushed out of the car, running and shouting:

"Help! Help!"

"You are the same as before, Parker, you are fighting evil, and he deceived you and killed this guilty person! You have to protect those kind people... Punishing evil is doing good!"

A voice rang in his mind, quickly making Parker's puzzled eyes become cold again:

"You are lying to me! You are guilty! You...damn it!"

"puff"

The next moment, Rudolph's broken chest spewed blood, warm plasma filled the whole compartment, Parker took a deep breath, the smell of blood seemed to make him very comfortable, there was a certain impulse in his heart, left hand Stretching out, a group of spider webs stuck to the telephone pole above his head. After killing 7 people, he quickly rushed into the night.

Five minutes later, he returned to his room. The black spider suit on his body quickly faded from his body and rushed into the bedroom like a bull. After a while, Gwen's delicate voice sounded:

"No! Parker, not today! No...ah, I hate you!"

In the reddening darkness, the black spider suit was thrown by the window sill, and the moonlight shone on the dark uniform, flashing a colder light, which made the clothes seem special.