Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"That Miss Tate stayed in the dock area all afternoon and took dozens of photos."

Mei whispered back: "She didn't go to any sensitive areas, just wandering around a few docks, she looked like the most ordinary photographer.

"But that's the problem, isn't it?"

Wearing a fighting suit, Saibo snorted at the heavy sandbag in front of him, hitting the center of the sandbag with a punch. The punched sandbag exploded a big mouth directly from the other side, and Xisha spewed out from it. .

He moved his fingers, took a bottle of water from his hand, took a sip, and said softly:

"There are 7 secret areas in the dock area, which are irregularly divided, and they are all under internal martial law. A lady who came to Gotham dock area for the first time, facing an enthusiastic lady, perfectly bypassed 7 locations. Do you think it is normal? "

"She has a secret!"

Cyber ​​put down the water bottle and looked back at Mei: "Do you need me to send someone to protect you?"

Hearing this, Mei's face looked a little ugly. She pushed her disguised glasses and said in a deep voice, "Do you think I can't protect myself?"

"You think you can, but to be honest, I don't think you can."

Cyber ​​drew a cigarette from the table, walked to the balcony, sat on the chair, and said without looking back, "I understand that you are unwilling to accept the contract, but at least the Extremis Virus strengthens what you should accept. I don't want to see it. One day, a bastard catches you and threatens me to do something I don’t like. It will be very uncomfortable."

This is very straightforward. Mei was silent for a moment and said softly:

"I won't be your burden."

"Ugh."

Saibo's figure disappeared from the chair, and when he reappeared, he was already standing behind Mei, his hands wrapped around Mei's slender waist from behind, and whispered in her ear:

"No one says that you are a burden. I am complete with you."

Here, Saibo and Mei enjoy their time sweetly, but in the same city, some conspiracies that can only be carried out in the dark are still going on, and it’s like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger, eventually Submerge the entire city in it.

"Ahem"

A soft cough came from the darkness, breaking the silence of the dark room, and a very magnetic voice sounded in the corner:

"It's the sewer again. I actually don't understand. Why do you like this place so much? Are you a group of rats?"

"The sewer is quiet enough, the place is spacious, and most importantly, nothing is noticeable here."

The sound of the urn sounded on the other side. This voice was very recognizable, and it was unforgettable when people heard it. Under the gray light above everyone’s head, Bain’s iconic big bald head appeared beside the round table. He looked at the corner where he had just spoken sarcastically, and whispered:

"If you don’t like this place, Mr. Craven, you can go to the sun in downtown Gotham and call out loudly that you want to kill Cyber ​​Hawke, and see if you can be under the siege of the demon warriors of the Devil Gang. Hold on for even 3 minutes"

"What do you mean? Bain!"

That voice was a little bit hard to get off the stage by this wave of sarcasm, and his voice became harsh: "Are you humiliating the great blood nobles?"

"No, no, no, I have good intentions towards vampires, but it is you who I humiliate! Craven!"

Bain’s business has also improved by three degrees. He is not afraid to name and say: “You people in Gotham were slaughtered like dogs by Cyber. If it weren’t for me to lend a helping hand, you would have been killed by you. The Marquis Victor of the United States hung on a pole and died in the sun. Facing the benefactor, I think you should maintain the slightest respect you deserve. If you don’t know how to do it, I don’t mind teaching you!"

This rough man leaned on his chair, holding his arms, and looked at the guy in the darkness playfully, speaking mercilessly:

"It's not the Middle Ages anymore. If you become a bat, you can make me kneel and beg for mercy. By the way, are you really not going to compete with the black bats in this city? See who is the king of bats? ,You dare?"

"Hahaha, well said!"

Another voice also joined the discussion. This voice was the same as Bain’s tone, but was more wild, full of mockery and disdain for vampires:

"Lord Craven is a distinguished person. Maybe he will send his soldiers to help him find his dignity. By the way, you have already sent them, haven't you? What happened? I heard that you are the best 7 A soldier was chasing in the dark and couldn't survive for 10 minutes. Only one woman escaped back. Tsk. 700 years later, Victor's right and left hands are in this condition, which is really regrettable."

"enough!"

Earl Craven, the representative of the Vampire American Secret Party, couldn't bear this kind of ridicule and contempt. He patted the table and stood up, shouting in a voice that did not conform to the hypocritical etiquette of a vampire:

"Stop talking cold words, look at you, you are not defeated, you flee here with your tail sandwiched, discussing uniting and killing your opponents, you and I are no different! If you continue to maintain this bad atmosphere, I Will take my vampire out of here!"

He leaned down, revealing his pale cheeks and expression:

"The secret party never makes friends with losers!"

"Then go! Werewolves have no tradition of ally with vampires!"

Another big blond man who was a head taller also stood up, and cursed in a vicious voice: "If it weren't for Chief Lucian to focus on the overall situation, you would have been killed, you know? I feel sick when I smell you. Hurry up and get back to your lair. When we get Gotham, we will go back to New York and have a good "chat" with you!"

The vampire could no longer bear this kind of contempt. His claws began to stretch, and the blood-colored wings on his back spread out in the dark. On the other side, the mane on the blond man's body grew rapidly and his cheeks began to stretch. The claws like wolves also began to appear, and the collision of blood and wild power disturbed the darkness. It was just at this moment that a great battle was about to begin.

"Whhhhhhhhh"

More than a dozen ninjas carrying double swords jumped out of the darkness, and the enchanted blades in their hands leaned against the bodies of two fantasy creatures. The ninja on the left was wearing a black suit, the ninja on the right was wearing red, The dressing looks very similar, but the former represents the severely injured and reunified foot, while the latter represents the hand-to-hand meeting that was almost the same.

It seems that the other two members of the Dark Alliance finally arrived after being late.

"Is it wrong, or is it that the current alliance has to fight internally before solving the problem? Is this a new tradition born in the dark?"

On the last two chairs, two people, one black and one red, appeared almost at the same time. This shadow jumping method is very similar to the way ninjas appear. Obviously, they are the representatives of the last two forces.

"Gotham will become the new shadow realm. Under the shadow of the shadows, the hands-on association will radiate glory again!"

The red ninja Saburo whispered in a hoarse voice: "After the Kagemusha has opened up the road to Gotham, the new master of the hand confederation has set off with our elites, and they will all reach Gotham in 3 days at the latest! I! I just want to know, when do we start?"

"No hurry, no hurry"

Baine nodded to the red ninja, then turned his gaze to the silent black ninja, a strange flash in his eyes, he asked in a low voice:

"As far as I know, some people in the foot gang, under the leadership of the former leader Kalai, took refuge in the devil gang?"

"Traitor! Kill!"

The black-clothed ninja's answer was simple, but it was full of killing intent, and the energy fluctuations projected from him also proved that he was extremely strong.

"Then this time, who led the foot to help?"

Baine asked again, which attracted the attention of the ninja in black. He looked at Baine coldly and uttered a word:

"Master Schrader has already surrendered the power of the devil, this time he will personally descend on Gotham!"

"it is good!"

A look of satisfaction flashed in Bain’s eyes, and he said softly: “When I was young, I heard of Mr. Schrader’s deeds, and I sincerely admired him. The previous master ninja also visited Dongyinghe many times. Mr. Schrader communicated, with him, we have a great chance of winning!"

"What about the Shadow Warrior?"

Ninja Saburo asked: "The ancient covenant has been restarted. The three companies once again joined forces to fight against powerful enemies. We have all shown the strongest combat effectiveness. What about you? Who is your leader?"

"I have come!"

In the darkness behind Bain, another voice sounded, shocking everyone present, whether it was a vampire with extremely sensitive senses, a werewolf with beast perception, or those elite ninjas who were proficient in stealth and concealment. Discovering the existence of this person, until he speaks, no one hides a person in the dark, that is to say, if he wants to kill a man, everyone on the scene can't escape!

The figure wandered under the dim light. He was dressed in a large cloak of black fluff. He was wearing a hunting suit and a one-handed sword at his waist. He had black eyes, hair and a beard. Those eyes were under the light. It seemed so gentle, but when he stood up, the proud Ninja Saburo and the high-ranking ninja Mizuno who came on behalf of Schrader immediately stood up respectfully and bowed forward 90° to salute.

"See you, head of demons, master ninja."

The last person on the stage nodded, and then looked at the werewolves and vampires confined by the ninjas. He stretched out his fingers with black leather gloves and nodded on the table:

"Werewolves, vampires, legendary fantasy creatures, you may have proud capital, but don’t forget, even when you are victorious, facing the shadow warriors, you have to retreat! I don’t care what your leader says to you, Now I repeat, the shadow warriors never make friends with the weak. The trial of Gotham is about to begin. Victor and Lucian will come in person! If I can't see them during the war"

He didn’t finish the second half of his sentence, but whether it was Craven or Luke, they already understood what the ninja master meant, but they didn’t dare to refute it. For characters like this, they don’t need temptation at all. The position in the dark world is determined, and only the secret party leader Victor and the werewolf leader Lucian can talk to him.

In fact, the representatives of vampires and werewolves have no doubt. As long as the master ninja nodded, the three most terrifying assassin organizations in the world will all aim at those entrenched in the dark world of New York. Werewolves and vampires.

The results of the battle may be severely damaged by the three, but the vampires and werewolves in the Americas will definitely cease to exist. It is not the Middle Ages anymore. After human beings have given up the last trace of fear, these fantasy creatures have been kicked from the food chain of the dark world. In other words, they have no proud capital anymore.

Soon, after the intention was reached, everyone in the dark room quickly left to convey the order of the master ninja. In this room only the new Lars Al Goul and Bei, who stood by the side, were left. Yep.

The ninja master sat on the chair, closed his eyes slightly, and asked in a low voice:

"Where is Thalia?"

"She's investigating, Master."

Bain replied respectfully, and the result drew a cold snort from the current leader of the Shadow Warrior:

"Reconnaissance? Or are you ready to risk another failed assassination? The hatred has blinded her, Baine, brought her back to me. After her father died, I was left with her family, this trial and She does not matter, whether we win or lose, take her away!"

"Hate can only be washed away by the blood of the enemy or yourself, Master."

Bain said blankly, "I won't take her away, and she won't go."

The ninja master did not speak any more, after a long time, in the dark, he said quietly:

"Then let death judge all this."