Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

In the Old Gun Bar, on this rainy night, the atmosphere was extremely stagnant.

The gray-haired young man had already stood up, holding a gun in his left hand, pointing at the head of the uninvited Saibo, everyone present knew very well that this gun was not used to scare people, and there were really guns in it. Bullets, and Bourne can really shoot. The missing person he mentioned before was not bragging. Although he didn't kill the person, he was an accomplice anyway.

You have to know that there is a big difference between someone who has killed someone and someone who hasn't. Saibo raised his head and looked at the muzzle of the gun in front of him, trembling slightly. It seemed that the person holding the gun was a little excited. He was just a young man, with a hint of immaturity on his face, he was probably in his 20s, and he still had an unshaven beard.

What were you doing in your 20s?

Saibo's eyes twitched, and then an indescribable headache rushed into his brain, making him give up the idea of ​​continuing to recall. The only thing that is certain is that at that time, the hand holding the gun was not Will shake.

"Hey! Bastard, don't make trouble in my bar! Get out!"

Father Christian saw Bourne take out the gun, his heart tightened, he put down the glass and started to growl, but Bourne ignored him, just stared at Seber, Cole turned his head and scolded his father One sound,

"Shut up! Old man, it's none of your business!"

"You said Cole's knife couldn't hurt you! What about this thing?"

Bourne gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence. In order to strengthen the momentum of the sentence, he put his finger on the trigger. He hoped to see a trace of expression on Seber's face, whether it was panic or anger, if it was It would be best to beg for mercy, which would make Bourne, who was not of a very good background, feel a special pleasure.

but no! There was no change in Saber's eyes. Facing Bourne, he leaned back on the chair, pointed the muzzle of the gun at his heart, and said in a low voice,

"A gun? Not bad... This is a good weapon. You know, a good weapon needs to be well maintained to show its power and edge. The most important thing is that you have to learn how to use it correctly. use it..."

"What do you mean? Bastard!"

Cole punched Saibo in the face, and the young man's head was turned to one side. When he lifted it up again, there was already a trace of blood. Saibo moved his mouth, feeling the bloody smell coming from his mouth. A familiar smell that made every cell in his body, every pore, hiss and scream, but he had to suppress them... soon enough...

"I mean, before you shoot, you have to make sure you have the safety on!"

This sentence made Bourne's eyes change, maybe because he really didn't know this, maybe it was because of other messy things, in short, his eyes turned to the revolver in his hand, and within a second, he Then he realized that he had been tricked again, because the gun that Jamie handed him had no insurance at all!

"damn it..."

"boom"

Bourne hadn't finished yelling at him yet. Seber, who was punched by Cole just now and didn't respond, was like a tiger that suddenly woke up. He jumped up and turned sideways, and grabbed the distracted man with his left hand like iron pincers. Bourne's collar was pulled down fiercely, and the huge force from the collar made the young man let out an angry exclamation, but his body still fell down towards the card table involuntarily. He wiped his hand on the table, raised it high, and stabbed down hard.

The next moment, a cold light flashed and blood spattered, and there was something extra on the palm of Bourne's prop on the table.

Cole's dagger, in Saber's hand, pierced Bourne's palm, pierced straight into the table, and Qigen sank.

"Ahhh!"

The cries of pain like a wounded beast rang through the bar. Under the urging of the pain, Bourne subconsciously wanted to shoot, but he didn't have the weapon in his hand! there is none left! Stolen!

"Mongrel!"

Cole rushed over from the side, clenched his fists, and was about to teach the yellow man a lesson, but the next moment, as Seber turned around, something cold pressed against his head, and that smile never His damn face hadn't changed, and there were blood stains at the corners of his mouth, which made him look a bit embarrassed.

But the four eyes met, Cole's anger still remained in his eyes, while Seber's eyes only had an unwavering expression, matched with that gentle smile, twisted! Absolute twist!

And just as he had thought before, his hand holding the gun was very steady.

Poor green-haired punk, his expression didn't even have time to change, and then...

"boom"

The shot rang out and people fell.

Cole's shattered head was raised high, and the whole person seemed to have lost all support, and fell backwards on the floor. The blood was mixed with white things, like a faucet opened by a naughty child, spilled Everywhere.

Father Christian, who was always paying attention to this piece, was also taken aback. He subconsciously pulled out his old Springfield from the cabinet, aimed at Seber, and shouted:

"Damn it! Put the gun down! Bastard!"

Saibo didn't pay attention to the excited father at all, but took off his blood-stained black sweater with a hint of disgust, and threw it aside. He was naked from the waist up, wearing a ridiculous pair of sweaters, which was completely beaten by sea water and rain. Wet pajama bottoms, turned to look at the last redhead.

The guy had just pulled out the dagger from his belt, and when he looked up, he saw the whole process of Cole falling to the ground. The poor kid was so frightened that he stood still, even the ridiculous movement of drawing the knife was stagnant in the air.

Seb glanced at him, then set his eyes on Bourne who was still howling, the blood flowed from his wound all over the table, the pain made him not even notice the scene where his brother was headshot , until Saber wiped a little blood from his cheek with his finger, then wiped it on his clothes, and wiped the blood from that finger.

"You know, if you shoot too close, you will have this kind of problem."

Saibo complained, "When the bullet passes through the head, those things will splatter everywhere, so I usually don't pursue this kind of precision too much. You know, to kill a person, it is better to hit the heart than the head." Easier...did you hear what I said?"

Bourne wailed in response.

"Ahh! Shit! Shit!"

"I said, be quiet!"

"Ahhh! I'm going to kill you! Bastard!"

Seber shrugged his shoulders, set his sights on the last red-haired young man, moved the gun to Bourne's back, and then showed a playful smile.

"Actually, you also find him annoying, don't you? He always gives orders to you like a big shot, even though he is no different from you! You really want to teach this piece of shit a lesson, don't you? It's okay, no need Restraint, I know you want to do the same, I will help you."

"No...I didn't...no!"

"boom"

There was another gunshot, and the warm liquid splashed on the petrified little bastard's face, his expression was completely frozen at this moment, and Saibo breathed a sigh of relief, sniffing the bloody smell in the air , which made him recover a bit from the sleepy spirit he had suffered from soaking in the cold sea water. He moved his shoulders, threw the pistol with a trace of gunpowder smoke on the table, and took the cigarettes of the three guys from the side. box, take out one, put it near your mouth, and light the fire.

"Fu... I actually came here for three things, some money enough for me to eat, a weapon that can protect me, and a suit that won't be hated by other people, and can survive in this damn weather clothes to keep me warm..."

Saibo sat on the chair, leaned back slightly, and buried his face in the rising smoke, which made the outline of his face a little blurred, and put his feet covered with mud and water on the ground that had been On the table full of blood, but those eyes were firmly on the young man, he flicked his fingers, "You know what I mean, don't you?"

This seems to be an order, and it seems to have turned on a certain switch on this dull young man's body. He tremblingly put the dagger in his hand on the table, and then quickly put his black leather jacket and underwear He took off his sweater, his trousers and shoes, and finally put them on the chair next to Sable, just like a quail, wearing a pair of shorts and white socks, standing in front of Sable tremblingly , begged,

"Don't kill me, please, I won't tell what happened tonight, please! Don't kill me, for God's sake!"

Saibo looked at the clothes and shoes at hand, with a satisfied expression on his face, he nodded, spread his hands, and muttered,

"Come on, boy...you see I've put the gun away, that's a friendly gesture, isn't it? Well, go home and be a good man, you know?"

"Yeah, I know, I know...thanks."

The young man was in a panic, and ran towards the gate of the bar wearing only a pair of floral shorts and socks. He stumbled, as if he would be entangled by something terrible if he stayed here for a second, and Seber ignored it at all. Instead, he pinched the sweater with two fingers, looked at it carefully, and put it on after confirming that it was not too dirty.

And at the moment he finished putting on the sweater, behind him, the young man just ran to the door of the bar, he opened his hands, his face was full of joy of being born again and the joy of escaping from hell, like a man who was about to Embrace the prisoner of freedom.

"boom"

The third gunshot, the bullet from behind hit his back, his expression was frozen on his face forever, his body that was still running forward fell to the ground, rolled forward twice, and lost All life.

It wasn't Saibo who fired the shot, but while he was putting on his pants, there was no movement on his face, as if all of this was in his expectation.

A bar, two people, three dead bodies.

In the slightly sultry air of the rainy night, the pungent smell of blood soon spread everywhere, but no one spoke. With some difficulty, Saibo stuffed his feet into the shoes that did not fit well, and put the A fairly decent black leather jacket was put on over the gray sweater, and finally he patted his body, as if to wipe off the dust that didn't exist.

After doing all this, he conveniently put away the change on the table, shook a dozen or so coins up and down in his heart, put the pistol with 4 bullets left in his pocket, and pulled out the pistol that had already been shot. The blood-soaked dagger was wiped on Bourne's clothes, and another 13 bullets were found in his pocket. Finally, he put the box of cigarettes that didn't smell very good into his trouser pocket, and wiped his hair. Turn around and walk to the bar.

The blood-stained shoes left conspicuous footprints one after another on the ground. Father Christian had already thrown the old Springfield in his hand on the bar, and unfastened the first button of the neatly fastened buttons. Yes, he sat there, looking at Seber who was sitting outside the bar, propping his chin with both hands, the latter threw the coin in his hand on some old wooden table, and said softly,

"Have a glass of wine, old man, if you have something to eat, come and have some."

The old man who was over 70 years old looked at him, the wrinkles on his face were wrinkled, like an old lion, he didn't get up to get the wine, but asked a question, "In what name? Saber, This amount of money is not enough to drink at my place, and you let go of a guy just now, which will cause me trouble!"

"As an old man, I hate trouble!"

Saibo took the burnt cigarette butt from his mouth, pressed it out in the ashtray at his hand, and exhaled the last puff of smoke,

"But the trouble has been solved, by your own hands, so... in the name of friendship, have a glass of wine, father, and open the window, the bloody smell is really disgusting."