Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

The distribution of Gotham is very complicated. After all, this is a city with 8 million residents. Although the security level has been declining in recent years, it is still a well-known big city in this country, so many people choose to enter here every year.

To make a living, or to go to some people, most of the time, this kind of population flow represents a kind of prosperity, which can absorb talents from various regions for its own use, but in Gotham, this kind of flow brings, besides prosperity In addition, there are other things.

Mark Moxie is entertaining his fellow countrymen from Central City, and his relatives who also have one-eighth Russian blood.

This bear-like guy is the leader of the Russian gangsters in Xicheng District. He inherited the powerful body that his ancestors trained on the Siberian plains. At the age of 30, he was in the prime of life, and he inherited his father's position five years ago. Afterwards, the Russian gangsters, which could only be regarded as middle-class at first, rose rapidly and became the overlord of Xicheng District.

However, after Maloney took over the already fragmented Falconi gang, Mark Mercy's dominance in the West District was seriously threatened. When it comes to force, he is not afraid of Maloney, but gang confrontations are indispensable. The person who made the plan, and the Russian gangsters are notoriously xenophobic, Mark Moxie, who was suppressed miserably, finally turned his idea on his fellow villagers.

"Hahaha, Leonard, you must stay in Gotham for a few more days this time!"

Mark Moxi gave the thin young man with short blond hair a warm hug, patted him on the shoulder with a kind of boldness unique to Russians, and said angrily,

"Just make this your home, my nephew, but I heard you turned down admission to NYU. What's going on?"

Facing Mark Moxie's inquiry, the young man named Leonard touched his chin, showing a calm to indifferent smile,

"It's nothing, it's just that my sister is naughty, and I don't worry about her staying in Central City alone, and I'd rather do some practical things than the boring knowledge in college... Uncle Mark Moxie, I'm here this time, It's for your help."

The leader of the Russian gangster laughed, stretched out his hand and twisted open a bottle of vodka, took a sip, and let out a comfortable groan. Several scantily clad blond girls came out with various dishes and put them on the table. In front of the two of them, they scratched their heads and posed, but they didn't get even a little attention from the two of them.

"Tell me, my nephew, what do you want me to do for you?"

Mark Moxi tapped his fingers on the high-end dining table in front of him, his eyes were full of generosity and a hint of appreciation.

Unlike his complete reckless man, the thin but handsome young man sitting in front of him is a well-known genius in their family, but his alcoholic father often abused them. Unfortunately, at that time, Mark Mosey was just A little gangster wandering around Central City couldn't help his nephew and niece. By the time he returned to Gotham to inherit his father's position, Leonard's father would have died long ago.

But he has never broken contact with his nephew. He felt very early on that sooner or later, he would need the wisdom of his genius nephew. He could feel that Lun, like an ordinary high school student, In Nader's heart, there is a poisonous snake hidden.

That's all he needs... A bear and a snake, what's a mere Maloney?

"I...I want to borrow two people, two people who have the ability to steal and can be trusted."

Leonard took a sip of the strong vodka and said in a low voice, "I've taken a fancy to a necklace from the Central City Exhibition Hall...My sister likes her very much, and I want to get it for her as a present for her 16th birthday."

If it was an ordinary family, they would probably jump up in fright when they heard Leonard's narration, but when Mark Moxie, who was born in a gangster family, heard this, he slapped his thigh fiercely and said with a smile on his face,

"As expected of the genius of our Snart family, man, I have it here... It's just that your plan is complete?"

Leonard nodded confidently,

"Don't worry, Uncle Mark Moxie, I'm 70% sure."

"Okay, then let..."

"boom"

A loud noise interrupted the discussion between Mark Moxie and Leonard, and then the flames were ignited crazily. Almost in the blink of an eye, the surrounding buildings of Mark Moxie's mansion were completely destroyed. The two uncles and nephews felt that the ground was Trembling, the sound of the explosion seemed to ring in my ears.

"What's wrong! Hell, what's wrong!"

Mark Moxi pulled out the pistol from his waist, protected his nephew behind him, and shouted towards the door, but no one answered.

"Bang bang bang bang"

After the explosion, there were gunshots like rainstorms falling on the ground, and screams erupted when someone was dying. The dense frequency made Mark Moxie's face change drastically. He has been in this business for the sixth year. He could hear at once that there were at least 30 automatic weapons firing together outside, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at the hanging clock hanging on the wall.

"Fuck! 20:44, it's not midnight yet! Damn it! Who the hell is it?"

The complexion of Leonard who was protected by him was extremely ugly, and there was still a trace of fear that could not be concealed. No matter what kind of person he would become in the future, at least for now, he was just a high school student who had just graduated , Still planning the first robbery in his life.

How could he not be afraid?

"Uncle, we should go!"

Leonard grabbed Mark Moxie who was trying to rush out, and shouted anxiously, "Keep yourself alone, and only then will you have the capital to retaliate. They are obviously coming for you, let's go!"

"boom"

The flickering light from the gorgeous crystal chandelier above their heads was completely extinguished at this moment. It was full of light just now, and the luxuriously decorated hall was shrouded in endless darkness in an instant. Several panic screams came from It was heard from another room that they were dancers raised by Mark Moxie, those blonde girls just now, Mark Moxie's personal playthings.

This sudden darkness shocked the leader of the Russian gang. He heard Leonard's reminder, and he subconsciously reacted.

"Fuck! It must be that bastard Maloney! You're right, Leonard, my nephew, let's go, and when I come back, I must fuck that old bastard!"

He turned around and pulled out a black bag from under the dining table. It was an emergency item he had prepared a long time ago. It is not easy for everyone who can get into the position of a gangster, even the reckless Mark So is Moxie.

"Leonard, take it, let's go!"

"Leonard, you are waiting..."

Mark Moxie yelled in the dark, but got no response. He turned his head angrily, and saw Leonard rushing towards the corner.

"boom"

The ground shook again. Under the direct bombardment of the grenade, the heavy door behind the two flew out in all directions. All the glass in the entire building was shattered and smashed to the ground. , those begging for mercy, those dying voices were completely drowned out by the big bang that blocked everything at this moment.

Leonard, who was hiding in the corner, was stunned by the shock wave, his chest ached, his eyes turned black, and he felt that even his breathing became hot. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, while his uncle, that Mark Moxie, who was as strong as a bear, was directly blown up in the first wave of explosion and smashed hard on the floor.

Leonard's ears were roaring, he opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw outside the villa, the chaotic light rain formed by bullets passing through the darkness, the dazzling flames rising from the grenade explosion one after another, and the The echoing loud shouts, and those dying wailings, this horrible scene was like rewinding, replaying, and replaying shots of a black and white movie, constantly flashing before his eyes.

Then, in the burning flames of the things ignited by the explosion in the house, he saw a dark red figure walking step by step into the dark hall on the devastated ground like a Middle East war zone.

He was wearing a set of special armor with edges and corners, a straight-edged knife slanted behind his back, and a dark red ghost mask on his face, and his special combat boots stepped on the broken glass on the ground , made a clicking sound.

Holding a large-caliber pistol in his left hand, he stepped forward. The darkness seemed to be unable to block his eyes. He just glanced around and saw Leonard lying in a mess in the corner, and then saw Leonard lying on the ground. Groaning Mark Moxie.

"Oh, Mark Moxie... the boss of the Russian gang, I want to ask, I didn't find the wrong person, right?"

Sable squatted beside Mark Moxie, he patted the big man's cheek with the pistol in his hand, but failed to wake him up, probably because he was seriously injured in the explosion just now, which undoubtedly made Sable very sad. Displeased, he put the gun in his hand back into the holster, lightly wiped it on the belt, and a cold light jumped into the palm of his hand.

Under Leonard's gaze, the dark red monster raised the short knife in its hand high, and then stabbed it down fiercely. He swore that he could even hear the sound of the blade colliding with the hard ground.

"click"

"ah!!!"

The pain of the pierced palm woke up Mark Moxie from his confusion. He opened his eyes, and even ignoring Saibo who was close at hand, he hugged the nailed palm and let out a scream.

"Asshole! How dare you! How dare you! Who the hell are you? Asshole! I'm going to kill you!"

"boom"

His left leg was hit by a bullet, the bone was broken, and the blood splattered everywhere, which successfully turned his roar into a wail, but Seb had heard enough of the wailing, and the entire Makmothy gang's lair was destroyed by him and those The Devil Gang, who was willing to follow him, swept away with overloaded firepower.

There are no living people here anymore, and the wailing of those people before they died could not weaken his anger even a little bit.

"Your yelling is really ugly, can you shut up?"

Sable asked softly, Mark Moxie couldn't hear his voice at all, or in other words, the boss of the Russian gangster who had been crushed by pain didn't care what Sable said at all.

"Uh, a guy who can't understand human language is really uncomfortable, but it's okay, there are 11 guys like you..."

"Goodbye, go to hell and repent of your sins."

Seber tilted his head and took out the pistol from the holster under his arm. After 2 seconds, "bang"

Mark Moxie's body jumped violently, and then all the movements completely subsided. The extremely noisy darkness also became completely quiet at this moment, so quiet that it made people feel a little chilly, so quiet that there seemed to be no living things here.

But in fact, at least when the gunshot sounded, Leonard's body shrank in the corner and trembled suddenly. This young man has not seen dead people before. Wisdom, advising the gangsters in Central City, more than one person died under his design.

Leonard Snart has always felt that killing people is a very simple and boring thing, but tonight, Seber used another shocking way to tell this child, how cruel it would be to kill... , How terrible, what a frightening thing.

Under the dim light of the darkness, the dark red battle armor seemed to be stained red by the blood splashed by Mark Moxie. Leonard didn't even dare to look up at him. A coldness rose up in my heart.

Sebo saw Leonard shivering in the corner. In the darkness, he could see Leonard's face clearly. It was still a child, so he beckoned, "Son, come here!"

Leonard didn't know how he got to Sable's side, but his instinct of frantic warning told him he'd better do what the guy said.

"You're not from the Macmorthy gang, are you?"

Seber patted him on the shoulder, took out a box of cigars from Mark Moxie's bloody pocket, took out two, stuffed one into Leonard's mouth, picked up the other by himself, lit it, In the mellow taste mixed with blood, Saibo whispered,

"Look, I used to think that gangsters would surrender without a fight when they were threatened, because they were a bunch of cowardly rats, but unfortunately, this time they crossed the line."

"Do you know what happens when you cross the line?"

Sable let out a low laugh under the mask, "It's death, kid."

He is like a chattering psychopath, next to the frightened Leonard, beside the fragmented corpse of Mark Mosey, he mutters to himself in the dark, he has no audience, and he doesn't need an audience.

"Since there are always some people who like to watch the world burn, let me... grant their wishes."