Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Mexico is a typical mountain country. The capital belongs to a plateau region. The temperature changes little. This makes the country's agriculture developed. Corn is the country's most important crop. However, this country that should have been rich has a bad future. In fact, this land has hardly been quiet since its civilization.

Ruled by Spanish rulers for more than 300 years, the overall culture of this place is biased towards European civilization. Unfortunately, the invaders are gone, but what is left is a land where wars continue, the United States, France, internal dictatorships, these intricate wars The reason has been wiped out in history, and the only thing left is a land flooded with poison X, which can even be called one of the "poison sources" of the world.

During the heyday of this kind of illegal trade, it even occupies two-thirds of the demand for domestic drug addicts in the United States. The money came very quickly, and it nurtured a group of big drug lords who could even fight the government. Don’t expect the drug lords. Being patriotic, the first thing they make money is to recruit soldiers and consolidate their strength, and then die in the hands of their opponents or their own.

It's like a deformed circular event, from the moment it begins, it can never end.

Recently, however, drug addicts in the United States are very anxious to get angry, because Mexico is starting to fight again, and the price of those cute crystal powders is going to rise again. They thought it was just a small conflict that lasted for more than half a month. , This fight lasted for half a year, and the most terrible thing is that this time is not a war between drug lords and drug lords. No matter who wins, it will not affect the price of drug X. This time one side of the war is completely rushing to found the country. Yes, and they have zero tolerance for poison X!

Suddenly, the price of drug X in major cities in the United States has risen like a drug. Many addicts have complained. Brother, this problem is big!

Addicts can't take drugs, but even they dare to cut them. Now that someone cuts off their source of happiness, can this be tolerated?

As a result, inexplicable parades in major cities in the United States demanded that the government send troops to quell the war in Mexico. However, no one paid any attention to these clowns.

Because they can't control it.

"The 7th Investigation Team! Get out!"

Accompanied by an order from a harsh veteran instructor, 10 guys wearing military uniforms and carrying rifles walked out of the queue in a row. They looked like well-trained soldiers, but the problem was

"Pvt. Beckett! Take your damn tail back!"

The old mercenary from Hanmer Industries yelled a little helplessly, the soldier who was called also a little helplessly put the rifle aside, stretched out his hand and stuffed his scaly tail back into the special pants. This action attracted The soldiers around laughed.

"What a laugh! You are also mutants! Damn it!"

Beckett held the gun full of complaints, followed behind the captain, accepted today's task, and then, together with his brothers, rushed out toward the endless Gobi beyond the barracks in the Zanxin Hummer.

Pvt. Beckett looked at the passing scenery outside the car window, and couldn't help but wiped the cold rifle in his arms, thinking of the past, it was like a lifetime.

Like many Ypsilon-class mutants, Beckett was born in a slum in faraway London, England. There is no need to say much about his childhood life. In short, he spent his life in theft, starvation and beating. The powerful and elegant Alpha-class mutants are different. The weak Ypsilon-class mutants have poor combat effectiveness, and most of them have mutation characteristics that cannot be concealed.

It is normal for Beckett to have a slender tail. At least he only needs to cover up the tail, and he doesn't need to worry about being recognized as a mutant.

The most memorable scene of Beckett was when he was alone as a child hiding under the piers of the city, looking lonely outside the rain that seemed to never stop. It was a difficult time.

"I said, Beckett, how did you come to Mexico?"

Deputy Captain Cromwell turned his head and asked, this guy is a strong black man, but he has two black horns on his head, just like the tauren in a certain game in the legend. He is from rural Texas. There he has the nickname of "half-bull man", and Cromwell inherited the optimistic nature of blacks. Although he has been despised a lot in the past and was almost killed, he still lives happily every day, although occasionally Will carry a gun to patrol the edge of the battlefield, but at least there is no need to worry about being snatched the last burger.

Hearing the deputy captain's inquiry, Beckett shrugged lazily:

"I turned out to be from the European branch of the Brotherhood. When the British were squeezing out mutants, I went to Canada again, and finally got my life on Alcatraz Island and was thrown here. How about you? Cromwell, Everyone doesn't know why you came to Mexico?"

"me"

Cromwell held the gun and leaned comfortably against the window of the car. He occasionally looked back at the military vehicle following. He whispered:

"I adore Mr. Cyber. I came to Mexico voluntarily. There is a recruiting office for the Devil Gang in Texas. The person in charge there is a very talkative gentleman. He has a resounding name, "The King of Cards." The powerful Alpha, his wife is also Alpha. In short, one day, I saw Mr. Saibo’s speech on the street, so I ran to the conscription office and they told me that we were planning to build a country and asked if I wanted to Come, so I nodded."

"what"

Cromwell took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and gave it half to Beckett. He stuffed the remaining half into his mouth and said while eating:

"This is probably the best choice I made in the first half of my life. At least I won't be thrown away by people here."

"You have been thrown fruit, hahaha, you are unlucky!"

Beckett laughed. He touched his head. There was a terrible scar. "I was just beaten. The human bastards drank too much with steel rods. They blocked me in the alley. They beat me with sticks." I, they thought I would not resist, but I didn't make them feel better!"

"Come on, Beckett, just a stick!"

Cromwell lifted his clothes and revealed the scary knife marks on his waist. He grinned and said, "Have you been stabbed with a knife? Or when I was a kid, those damn lunatics, they said I was Wizard, if it wasn't for another passing mutant to save me, I would die and I hate them! Beckett, I hate those humans!"

A gleam of hatred flashed in Cromwell's eyes, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his smile again:

"Mexico is such a great place. Do you remember the army that we defeated the day before yesterday? It was really head-on! That feeling is great! Maybe it's called glory, and even if you die, there is a pension.

Cromwell snorted: "No one would give us a pension before. This country will definitely be built. We will fight those arrogant Yankees again sooner or later. Sooner or later we must teach them well!"

"Speaking of, Beckett, have you seen Magneto before?"

The conversation between Corporal Cromwell and the privates quickly attracted the attention of the captain. The middle-aged man with spurs on his back threw two cigarettes and joined the discussion. He looked at Beckett and asked with a smile:

"I heard that Magneto is also a good leader. I used to be from Professor Charles's faction, and I often followed some weird people to parades. It's not useful."

"Captain Gore, speaking of it, I have really met Magneto."

Beckett took a cigarette and said enthusiastically: "That was when we were still in Canada. Mr. Cyber ​​rescued an Alpha from our side. My boss at the time was Torrent and an Alpha. They were in Toronto. A big battle destroyed a small half of the city, and then Magneto went to our base in person and selected people to pursue Mr. Saibo."

He frowned, reached out and wiped his face:

"The Magneto has wrinkles on his face and his hair is white. At that time he was not so haggard. Later, when I met him in Alcatraz, he was already very vicissitudes of life, but anyway, Magneto is a good leader. Well, at least in Canada at that time, no one dared to humiliate mutants publicly. Of course, it is still incomparable with the current Mr. Cyber. After all, we account for a quarter of Mexico."

"Hehe, I also think so, Mr. Saibo is the boss who defeated Magneto in 1V1 single challenge, he must be even more powerful!"

Cromwell chuckled, probably because he thought the topic was a bit weird, so the black man coughed and changed the subject: "Brother Gore, what are we going to investigate this time? Is it the drug dealer's camp again?"

"No."

Old Gore smoked and waved his hand:

"The above said that we will not be fighting in the last 3 months. We have to leave time for the recruits to train. The four new commanders are very strict. Some of the recruits who have just been sent have suffered. We will go this time. Choose military camps for them, and then re-divide the isolation zone. Maybe there will be a one-month holiday. You can go to Gotham or Star City to play. It is the site of the Devil Gang and no one will discriminate against us."

"I want to go home."

Beckett yawned: "The place where we just landed is now under the management of mutants. I bought a house over there. It is very cheap. If you don’t have a vacation, go to my place to rest. Some unhappy mutant hot girls who have lived in Europe settled there, hehe"

As soon as Beckett's voice fell, a thunder rang above everyone's heads, and everyone was startled.

Cromwell subconsciously put his head out of the car window and looked up at the sky. The next moment, the bull-headed black man shouted:

"Gore, Beckett, come and see! The sky! The sky is split!"

"Crack"

The military vehicle stopped in place, and the second military vehicle at the rear also stopped. They jumped out of the vehicle, raised their heads, and looked at the sky. In the endless horizon, the original blue sky and white clouds have disappeared, replaced by a dark red cloud. The storm, it selected, like an eye split in the sky, looking at the world mercilessly and indifferently.

And thunder and lightning flashed in the dark clouds. In the center of the sky, there was a colorful light shining. In the surrounding clouds, there was a gleaming rune light. Looking at the mountains is like a legendary scenery, but also like The gods are about to fall from the sky.

"Gosh! What the hell is going on?"

Old Gore held the helmet on his head and shouted loudly. He fumbled out the car phone, but only a busy sound came into his ears. Everyone looked up helplessly at the changing wind and clouds in the sky. When it was at its strongest, everyone could even I felt that the sky was suppressed by the Buddha.

"Gosh! Gosh!"

Beckett felt dry and dry. He clenched the rifle in his arms tightly. This cold weapon could bring him a little peace at this moment, but this rare weather changed quickly and went faster, probably After about 30 seconds, everything in front of me suddenly disappeared, and the blue sky and white clouds once again hung in the sky, as if the scene before it had never appeared.

"Gore, Gore, are we going to move on?"

Cromwell yelled. Old Gore didn't speak, but Beckett shook his head vigorously:

"Don't go! Let's go back! I have seen those runes and those runes and we have to report them to the sir! I hope I didn't miss Odin on it."