Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"Snapped"

The glass full of red wine smashed to the ground fiercely, and the splashed glass slag flew around, making everyone present couldn't help but shrink their heads.

"Isn't this my site? Who is in charge of this?"

A tall, bald white man patted the table violently. Every punch on the table would reveal a conspicuous fist print. He was wearing a luxurious suit with fine texture, a black ring on his finger, and a sapphire cane. On his hand, he is not young anymore. This can be seen from the faint wrinkles on his forehead, but at least when he is alive, no one standing in front of him will not feel trembling.

He is tall and has very wide shoulders. Sitting on a special chair is like a fat man, but that is not fat. On the contrary, all the muscles hidden under the clothes are a beast among mortals. , If you haven't seen it, you can hardly imagine that an ordinary person can be so strong.

Of course, what is even more terrifying is his aura, that cruel majesty, his always cold and fierce eyes swept over, and everyone present was trembling, and they were all dignified figures in the dark world of New York, but at this moment , In this luxuriously decorated office, they faded their appearance, just like ordinary people.

Oh, they are not as good as ordinary people, at least ordinary ordinary people will not shiver like a mouse like they are now.

"It took me 12 years to bring the whole of New York into my hands."

He raised his left hand. After anger, he always likes to use tobacco to calm his mood. With a cigar between his thick fingers, in a burst of smoke, he whispered:

"As you all know, this is my kingdom! Many of you have watched me step by step until now, so tell me, do you lose faith in me?"

He got up from the chair, leaned on the jewel cane, stepped over the corner of the table step by step, and walked to the gang leaders. His voice became deeper and more dangerous:

"Or, because of one or two little bastards in costumes wreaking havoc everywhere, you feel that I'm going to collapse?"

His seemingly cumbersome body walked by among the dozen people in front of him, and the sound of his cane touching the ground was like a reminder. It passed into the ears of those two-hearted, snake-and-mouse guys, making them appear Abnormal anxiety.

"Spider-Man, Daredevil, and the burning kid recently, they can't do a big deal, at most they can fight "crime" in a few blocks, ha ha."

This guy walked behind the crowd, and he said as if talking to himself:

"They destroy the time of a transaction point, we can sell 10 times the goods elsewhere, and the most is to lose a little money. I lose this little money!

His voice grew louder and louder until the end, like thunder in the room, the sapphire cane in his hand suddenly flew out. With the blessing of this guy far beyond ordinary people, he will stand in the crowd. Knocked down, the guy who was caught off guard was knocked to the ground and hit his head and blood.

"boom"

The bleeding guy subconsciously turned over and got up, but was stepped on his left leg by a foot, and the firm leg bones made a creepy cracking sound, followed by a stern wailing sound, but the wailing sound failed. For a few seconds, the next moment, the gem cane slammed into his face severely.

"boom"

With just one blow, the strongest skull of the human body was discounted. 5 seconds after the guy was knocked down, he returned to hell. The white bald head who completed a massacre like thunder took out the handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it. The blood on the stick, behind him, the viscous blood flowing on the extremely smooth marble floor that was cleaned, made the people around him tremble more frequently.

"Fur"

He breathed out smoke, turned to look at the guy next to him, and whispered:

"Tell me who I am!"

The guy raised his head and glanced at him. Seeing those calm eyes, he hurriedly lowered his head and yelled:

"Golden and King of New York!"

"You still haven't forgotten my name, do you know why I killed Crouch by myself?"

A cruel smile appeared on Jin Bin's face:

"I'm not dead yet. If you want to hug the Devil Gang's thighs tightly, it's best to slow down again. I don't think I will lose when I fight the Devil Gang. But now, if I know anyone who wants to use my money to please those bastards who want to please the devil, I swear, I will prepare you for the most painful hell."

He threw the blood-stained handkerchief on the deadly boss Crouch's body, walked slowly to the window, and looked at the crowded scenery outside:

"This is my empire"

He waved his hand:

"Drag him away and clean up the corpse of the traitor. It looks disgusting, and their blood smells even more disgusting."

In less than 5 minutes, the ground had been thoroughly cleaned, and it was sprayed with gold and favorite rose perfume. No one could know that only one person died here.

However, after the terrified subordinates left, in the office where Jin He was left alone, the gangster emperor who had been in charge of New York for more than 7 years showed a rare expression of exhaustion.

The situation is not as optimistic as he said. In fact, people like him have to rely on murder and power to control their crumbling empire, which in itself shows that the situation is bad.

The Devil Gang came fiercely. Just when the Ma Tsai sent by him crossed the border of Hell's Kitchen for the 7th time, they had been prepared for a brazen attack that night, cleared out 24 blocks of the forces in one breath, and brought gold together. Seventeen little leaders and two high-level leaders of, were hanged in the burning flame.

The most frightening thing was that a bloody dagger appeared silently by the bedside of Jin Bin that night. Although after doing all this cruelty, they returned to the Hell's Kitchen and wiped out the ones that had been cleaned up. The lair gave in, but this time the armed "parade" announced the existence of another force to Jin.

The behavior of the Devil Gang is well understood. They told Jin with 153 lives and one reason: Don't mess with me!

But this incident was fatal to Jin Bin's dark empire. One-fifth of the elite personnel evaporated overnight, triggering a chain reaction, making his power unstable from the foundation, and even more important to his personal prestige. A devastating blow.

Crouch has followed him all the way down most of the New York veterans, but now even he has begun to secretly communicate with the Devil Gang, which shows one thing:

"I am not as terrible in their eyes as before"

Jin He closed his eyes, leaned back on the chair, and said to himself: "Has the young lion challenge the position of the old lion?"

"Fur"

He raised his head and looked at the crystal chandelier above his head. He slowly exhaled smoke. After a while, he opened the drawer and picked up the special mobile phone in it. His fingers rubbed the buttons and hovered. Finally, He pressed the number engraved in the deepest part of his memory.

In addition to one's own struggle, one's fate must also take into account the influence of external factors. People like Jin Bin who have unified the dark world of the metropolis, in addition to being lucky, ruthless, and daring to fight, The support of some big people is indispensable.

After all, in the eyes of the real power holders, no matter how powerful he is, he is also a gangster who can't stand up to the table.

For this, Jin has no disgust. People like him have long understood a truth: no matter where there is freedom, there are classes and people are divided into different classes. He will not ask for fairness. For the Dark Emperor, fairness. That is what he looks down on most.

"Dududu"

The phone rang 7 times before being connected, and a low voice came from the other side:

"Fix? Is there anything important to call at this time?"

Although his tone was very peaceful, calling Jin Bin by his name already represented his hidden arrogance. You know, Jin Bin hasn't heard anyone calling his last name for nearly 5 years.

But still the same sentence, the person on the other side is qualified, and Jin has no complaints about it. He said in a tone between friends:

"What? Can't I just make a phone call and chat with an old friend?"

"Hehe, of course, but I don't think the gangster who controls the entire New York has this free time, Fix, I heard you have a little trouble recently?"

The person on the other side didn’t seem to be very young anymore, but he told Jin He’s current situation in one mouthful, which made Jin He feel a kind of faint anxiety. It seems that the force has never stopped treating him. monitor.

Jin did not remain silent for a full 2 ​​minutes, and the boss on the opposite side also waited for him for 2 minutes. Both knew that the next conversation would directly affect the ownership of the entire New York underground world.

"Brother Furdaniel, I know you seem to have the ability to predict everything"

Jin Ping took a deep breath and whispered: "The cooperation between us has lasted for 13 years from when I controlled the first block in my life. I have invested tens of billions of funds. In your company, to support your career, I now want to ask you, am I your friend?"

"Of course, Fix, you are our important partner. Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"I want to maintain my empire!"

Jin Bin gritted his teeth and said, "No matter what the hell spider, the nightcrawler or the burning skeleton, the damn devil helps me to maintain my empire, nothing more!"

"No problem, then join us and fight for a great cause together. People need faith to persevere in adversity. You have encountered another obstacle in your life. Obviously, just like 13 years ago, we Can still help you!"

The voice on the other side became nagging:

"Come on, come to my company, I will show you our strength. Of course, before that, I hope you can learn a slogan. We are happy to spread this slogan throughout the world, and your joining will also Let us be stronger, and we will be further away from this goal!"

"what?"

Jin did not subconsciously asked, the guy named Daniel whispered on the phone:

"HailHydra! Remember it, it will become the key to the peak of your life for the second time, come on, I will wait for you here, waiting for a brother to join this great cause."

At the same time, in the far away Gotham, Cyber ​​leaned on the sofa and watched as the demonic woman Ruiwen took the unlocked black password box from his eyes. His expression was hidden in the darkness. After Ruiwen took out the dagger and stabbed herself three times, he asked in a low voice:

"Is this stuff enough for you to enter their central circle?"

Ruiwen shook her head:

"Not enough, because Nick Fury's recent crazy blows have made those guys nervous and vigilant. Although I have regained the trust of Alexander Pierce, he is only one of the top leaders of Hydra after all. I have to Find a way to get the approval of one of them, and then it is possible to obtain the power to direct actions independently."

Cyber ​​rubbed his chin. Finally, he looked at Ruiwen who had become Agent Silverett again, and he whispered:

"Sergey and the New York Brotherhood have the full right to cooperate with you, Ruiwen, if necessary, it is acceptable even to give up the Hell's Kitchen in New York. It was originally our outpost. There are too many people to act, yes. Now, have you got the detailed information of the insight plan?"

"boom"

A metal USB flash drive was thrown in front of Cyber, and Agent Silverett's mouth had a weird smile:

"You are right. Cyber ​​is an amazing plan, but I'm sure it will eventually bury Hydra and the Ten Rings."

"Hmph, it's cheaper for them."

Saber waved his hand, and Ruiwen’s Agent Silverett crawled out of the window. After 10 seconds, Saber’s angry roar spread throughout the dock area:

"Mouse! Miscellaneous! Maggots! Find them for me! Kill them! Bring their heads back with my things!"