Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"The East Coast is going crazy!"

Lewis rushed into Harvey Dent’s office with a cigar in his mouth. He waved his hands and exaggeratedly said: “Even military satellites can’t see the scene there. They just know that two terrible energy sources are fighting. Boss is trapped there, I said, this is a complete conspiracy!"

"Well, so what?"

Harvey sat calmly at his desk. At this moment of chaos in the four directions, he was still in the mood to read the obscure "Astrology and Destiny". Hell, that thing was written by the neurotic in the Middle Ages. Lewis tried to read it again, but couldn't even stick to the first paragraph.

I don't know what kind of brain Harvey has, and I can read such books with gusto.

"Isn't it normal for Cyber ​​to be trapped? When someone dealt with the Devil Gang, his first thought was not to trap Cyber?"

After five minutes, Harvey finally put down the book. He raised his head and looked at Lewis with that horrible face: "Are you still not used to it? Or do you think Cyber ​​will lose?"

"Uh"

Lewis tilted his head for a moment and shook his head: "No, no, no, I don't think he will lose, but haven't you noticed that we have been disconnected from Gotham City for 7 hours?"

"Fur"

Harvey leaned on the chair in a comfortable posture, lighted himself a cigarette, and blew the smoke. When the beautiful smoke ring dissipated, he said:

"Of course I found out. In fact, I found out about it three hours ago."

"Damn it! Then why didn't you tell me! Don't you know that once Gotham is breached, once any member of the Christian family is hurt, the boss of Cyber ​​will definitely go crazy! You don't want to see him go crazy? Looks like, right?"

Lewis felt that he would be driven crazy sooner or later if he partnered with the energetic Harvey, but in the face of his fierce questioning, Harvey rarely chose to be silent. He smoked a little irritably and let it go. Smoke came out of his hideous wounds. Seeing that the double-faced man was so anxious, Lewis also calmed down. In the four years in Mexico, he had never seen this officer so upset. This shows that there must be What big event happened.

"what happened?"

Lewis watched Harvey lit the second cigarette, and the ashtray in front of him was full of cigarette butts, plus this guy didn't mean to speak at all, so Lewis could only ask:

"Man, can you tell me what happened?"

"I did a divination."

The double-faced man who has always spoken directly hesitated at this moment. He glanced at Lewis and irritably pushed the cigarette he had just lit in his hand into the ashtray. He whispered:

"Well, it was a little unexpected."

"Talk about it."

Lewis immediately became interested. In his opinion, Harvey flips a coin or does divination as frequently as ordinary people eat and drink water. For a while, he will even use coins to decide whether to go to the bathroom, and almost blows him up. After that, for these trivial things, he began to judge by choosing more dice, and then as more and more things needed to be dealt with, when the dice were not enough, Saibo gave Harvey a gift Here comes a "Book of Changes".

With 64 choices, Harvey is finally satisfied, but the price is that the mayors of Mexico’s current mutant regime often receive some inexplicable instructions, such as building a puppy sculpture in the center of the city, or one day. Stop arms shipments to South America, and even enforce a three-day city blockade in a certain city.

At the beginning, many mayors responded that this was playing the piano, but later, 70% of these weird divination results by Harvey proved to be really useful, such as a forced three-day blockade, which allowed the city to escape. After a sudden big storm, the puppy sculpture was photographed by a surreptitious reporter, which greatly promoted the civilization of the city and stopped the shipment of arms. Later, the inspection found that it was mixed with 30% of poison X and so on.

Except for the mayor who was put in jail for drug trafficking, no one objected to this anymore. Even if Harvey had a whim and asked the mayor to go to the city center to go around, it is estimated that many people would be willing to do it. .

In short, in Lewis' eyes, Harvey is almost the illegitimate child of Goddess of Luck, but he didn't expect that this guy would be annoyed by the results of divination.

Under his repeated questioning, Harvey became a little impatient, but finally he said:

"Do you still remember the divination I do every week, do you want to go back to Gotham"

"and so?"

Lewis widened his eyes: "Damn it, that's the divination that is negative every time? I always thought it was you playing tricks, otherwise it would be impossible for the results of hundreds of divinations to be negative and it is true!"

"Of course it's true! You idiot!"

Harvey scolded: "I have been a colleague with me for so long, have you ever seen me doing tricks on divination?"

He folded his hands together and said in a low voice:

"There are indeed some problems, I am hesitating, do I need to re-divine."

"Coins, there will always be problems, or use a turtle shell this time?"

Lewis thoughtfully brought a burnt tortoise shell for Harvey, but Harvey opened it. He stood up, ran to the window, took a deep breath, turned around, and took the one in his hand. The coin is in front of you:

"Just use this! I don't need to see the real destiny, this!"

He waved the coin in his hand and said loudly, "This is destiny! One more time!"

"Ding"

The silver coin flew to the sky. As Harvey and Lewis watched at the same time, it kept flipping, and finally landed on the back of Harvey’s hand. The latter covered the coin with his other hand without even looking, and placed it on In front of the two people, he breathed vigorously, and then slowly moved his palms away.

Lewis' eyes suddenly widened:

"Front! It makes you go back! Go back now!"

"But But Me"

Harvey looked at the coin strangely. His arm began to shake. The coin fell on the ground. Harvey stepped back. He looked at Lewis and said in a low voice:

"I still have some"

"Hey!"

Lewis picked up the coin, took a few steps forward, stuffed it into Harvey's hand, and shouted: "What the hell are you doing! Harvey! Are you questioning the decision of fate? This is the Harvey I know. Dent? Don’t you just ask questions and let fate help you make choices? Isn’t this absolutely fair?”

"What are you afraid of in the end?"

Harvey clenched his fist. He felt the coldness of the coin in his hand. He closed his eyes and recalled all the glory, light, love, hatred, destruction, pain, and despair that Gotham had brought to him in the past. He who used to be, and then turned him into what he is now, isn't he already determined to follow his fate?

Yeah, what is he afraid of?

"Only those who are favored by fate can see the real future. I almost lost it."

Harvey let out a sigh of relief. He opened his eyes. The expression in his eyes returned to his former calm. He glanced at Lewis. He sighed and wiped the terrible wound on half of his face. The next moment, the silver coin was once again. Turn to the sky.

"Ding"

When the silver coin fell on his hand, Harvey took a look. It was the second time today, but he didn’t hesitate anymore. Instead, he snapped his fingers. The power from the soul came out of his body, and in an instant, His horrible double-faced face was restored to the original handsome and handsome face of Light Knight Harvey Dent, and even his blond hair was restored together.

"Wow!"

Lewis took a step back and looked at Harvey who was recovering. He shrugged his brows in surprise: "This is really pleasing to the eye. By the way, are you determined?"

"No, no, it has nothing to do with determination!"

The handsome Harvey shook his head, shook the coin in his hand, and said mysteriously: "This is the choice of fate. It tells me that I must go back to Gotham to deal with the mess I left behind."

After speaking, Harvey started to pack things. He didn't have much to pack, he just took out an enchanted revolver from the drawer, and took out the very delicate set of silver and white tarot cards from the other side, and Lewis Some worried asked:

"You want to go alone?"

This stupid question was immediately glared by Harvey: "Am I crazy or are you crazy? How could I go back alone and wait!"

Harvey drew one from the tarot card in his hand, took a look, raised his head, and shook the card with the knight pattern:

"I want to take a knight away!"

"This is impossible!"

Lewis flatly refused: "Death, plague, and war are all commanding the battlefield. Famine stays at Dock Zero. Without the command of the boss, I can't call you."

"Give me a break!"

Harvey retorted: "The ghost believes that the tattered mecha can break our line of defense, unless you put all the supplies of the past few months into your own pockets, admit it, they are trouble, but they are just trouble. We can't even deal with them, what kind of country can we build?"

He cursed and took out another card from the tarot, looked at the color, and lowered his voice:

"I want the black knight!"

"Black? Yeah, death"

Lewis rubbed his forehead with a headache. He glanced at the determined Harvey and shook his head: "Okay, okay, he hates you, don't you know? I hope he won't be on this trip. Will smash your head directly."

Twenty minutes later, a huge dragon carrying two people flew into the sky. Harvey, wearing a large winter suit, wearing windproof goggles, fixed himself to the body of the dragon with a rope like a quail. On the neck of the dragon in front, sits an indifferent knight with black armor and a long-handled battle axe. This is the least talkative and the most mysterious of the four knights. It is said that no one has ever seen him. Completely demonic.

"I said, how long will this be?"

Harvey spoke with difficulty in the wind. The death knight stopped flipping through the book in his hand. He turned his head, under the black helmet, staring at Harvey with a cold gaze, he shook his head. Say in a hoarse and indifferent voice:

"The speed of the Dark Dragon is faster than the fastest fighter. It only takes 45 minutes to reach Gotham in a straight line."

"I mean us, don't go straight!"

Harvey sniffed and yelled: "I did a divination to first go east for 10 minutes, then turn northwest until Gotham, otherwise I will run into trouble!"

"Yep?"

The death knight shrugged, ignoring Harvey's suggestion: "Do you know why I hate you? Because I never believe in fate! I want to see what kind of trouble it is."

On the other side, in the Delta Wing Building of S.H.I.E.L.D., Alexander Pierce, who took the place of the seriously injured Fury, pointed to the map of the United States behind him, and gave orders to the agents in front of them:

"The Mexican battlefield is fighting again. Members of Congress are very worried. As an intelligence organization, we must ensure that the group of lunatics will not affect the operation of the country. From now until the end of the war, the warplanes on the border can't stop!"

"But sir, our pilots suffered heavy losses in the last war, and the new pilots recruited now cannot adapt to the performance of the Kun-type fighter!"

"Then increase the number! What I want is not combat, commander, what I want is deterrence! Understand? Three times more! Intercept all attempts to cross the border!"

"Yes!"

Fifteen minutes later, the Death Knight watched the densely packed formations of at least 30 Kun-style fighters chasing behind him. His face under his helmet was ugly to the extreme, while Harvey was humming a song and looked extremely comfortable. He glanced at the knight. Some stiff body said meaningfully:

"Look, people who don't believe in fate will always be fooled by fate. Now, listen to me, fly 5 copies westward and turn northeast."