Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

In the Old Gun Bar, the table facing the main entrance was moved to the center of the hall, and it was filled with all kinds of food, including fragrant meat, fresh vegetables, steaming soup, exquisite pastries and freshly steamed dishes. good rice.

It looked like a normal family dinner, but the amount was scary.

Saibo sat in front of the table, holding a pair of chopsticks that he cut out last night, eating slowly.

There is no doubt that these things are all done by him. After being able to freely control the restorative energy in his body, his tolerance for hunger has also been strengthened. Of course, it is more because he is using the right energy to repair the wound. It's not that the energy stored in his body won't be consumed so quickly after he comes out in full force every time.

He was wearing dark red battle armor, the blood on it had been wiped clean, and the ghost mask that had also been wiped clean was put aside, looking very mysterious under the dim light.

The only sounds in the entire hall were the sound of chopsticks and chewing. Judging from that frequency, this guy definitely has a good appetite. As for why he eats while wearing this suit of armor, he certainly doesn’t have any eccentricities. Cyber ​​is waiting , Waiting for the arrival of the unexpected guest.

He didn't know who came, maybe it was Gordon, maybe some heavy-duty policemen, maybe other people who knew his identity, judging from Seber's previous experience, it was definitely not the case that such a big incident happened tonight. Simple and easy to pass, there will inevitably be a lot of trouble.

Fortunately, Klein is dead, and Rachel was rescued. The result of all this is pretty good. The big deal is to leave Gotham. Anyway, Dad, Catherine, and Robin will not come back in the near future. The sky is falling When he got down, there was a tall one who supported him, and he was happy and happy alone.

Of course, he would not think that he could break out of the encirclement with two knives alone. On the left side of his chair, there was an automatic rifle, which was his trophy in Arkham. The loaded magazine, on the right side of the chair, is what he got when he first arrived in Gotham, an M9, a Colt, also with two extra magazines.

With these things in hand, and with this armor, as long as there are no more than 30 visitors, Saibo feels that the possibility of leaving safely is very high.

As he said, he is not Batman, he never relents when he kills, and once he wants to kill for freedom, Seb will definitely be ruthless, no matter who it is, the moment he stands opposite him , they all have another name, the enemy!

Do we need mercy towards our enemies?

When a person who is firm enough is ready to face everything, there is no need for such pale things as language. He sits calmly by the table, picks up a chopsticks dish, puts it in his mouth, and then a spoonful of it. The rice was eaten with relish, and the warm and cozy feeling of the food entering the body made Saibo, who had just experienced a massacre, calm down naturally.

It's like a man in a sage's time, and even has an almost philosopher-like thinking.

"hum"

The lights in the room were completely extinguished at this moment, and the chopsticks in Saber's hands and the chewing movement stopped for a second, but he shook his head, ignored it, and continued to pick up a piece of beef and put it into his mouth.

Even the action and frequency of eating have not changed.

A black shadow descended from the sky and landed on the front of the table. His battle armor was very similar to Cyber, but it was as black as the night, and he had a wide and soft cloak. When necessary, the cloak could It swelled into a shape like dragon wings, and the most eye-catching thing was his helmet, that bat-shaped helmet, which looked special in the dark.

For someone panicking, there's probably a sense of...fear.

"Have you nothing to say?"

Batman stood in front of the table full of food and waited for 2 minutes. Two people were standing and the other was sitting. He looked at Saber. , eat quietly.

This is definitely not calm in disguise. Bruce, who has been among criminals for 6 years, can easily tell this. The guy in front of him is really calm.

Bruce even felt that if he didn't speak, the guy in front of him would sit there and eat the whole table of food. He crossed half of the city in a bat suit in the middle of the night and came to this small bar to see A man eats!

So he took the initiative to break the calm, "Two hours ago, you killed 27 people. With at least 300 people watching, you pushed Gotham's most famous psychiatrist and psychologist down from the 5th floor, and set fire to A Cam, the smoke and flames and the knife in your hand have seriously wounded 33 other people, tell me, Seb, did I give you this armor just to make you a butcher?"

Saibo didn't answer immediately, he first swallowed the side dish in his mouth, took another sip of soup, smashed his mouth, picked up a handkerchief from the table, wiped his mouth, then picked up a cigar that his father kept in his possession, and used it The blowtorch lighter was lit, and when the first wisp of mellow smoke came out, he raised his head and let out a pleasant moan,

"But 2 hours ago, I also saved a dying lady, a righteous prosecutor, your girlfriend, your dearest person, and the last righteous and brave man in Gotham Sheriff, as for Klein, come on, Bruce, don't tell me you don't know who he is...Those lunatics are crazy, if they don't stand in my way, will I take the initiative to run and kill them?"

Saber pouted,

"I'm not a murderer or a psychopath. Also, I paid for this suit of armor!"

He reached out to take off the cigar from his mouth, straightened his body, propped his chin with both hands, and looked at Batman who was glaring at him with meaningful eyes,

"Look, they are the unstable factors in this city, aren't they? Even before they became lunatics, they were Falconi's thugs and murderers. To punish evil is to promote good! Bruce, I am doing good things... .And I did something good, which one is more important to you, Rachel or Klein?"

Batman was hidden in the darkness and didn't answer right away. Seber leaned comfortably on the chair, stretched out a finger,

"Bruce, do you really understand this? Do you really understand why you came to me? Just because I killed scum and villains who deserved to go to hell?"

"You think I shouldn't have killed them, right? I should have thrown them at the cops who didn't do anything, I should have ignored Rachel's cries for help, I should have watched Gordon's corner, and left it to you Show off, right?"

Saber put the cigar in his mouth, he stood up from the chair, put his hands on the table, leaned forward,

"You fucking really think I'm willing to take care of this shit?"

"You fucking really think I'm willing to get involved in your affairs?"

"Bruce! I rescued the woman you love the most, I rescued people with a conscience, I punished the real sinners, you f*cked up in the middle of the night and asked me what I thought?"

"My idea is..."

Saibo took off his cigar and threw it on the ground, looking indifferently at the tall figure in front of him,

"Are you fucking crazy? Do you really know what you're doing? In my opinion, you're as immature as a child!"

"boom"

Bruce's fist hit the table, shaking the soup all over the place, Seber's provocative words successfully aroused his anger, he took a step forward, and said,

"You did those things with a good heart, but you could have not killed them! What is the difference between you and those criminal thugs? You are even more hateful than them! Thugs only take money, what you take is Their lives!!!"

"What did you go through to make you so dismissive of life? Ask yourself, are you really qualified to judge them and take their lives?"

"Serber, you could have done better, instead of becoming a villain who carried out massacres in the name of justice! You didn't make good use of your power!"

"boom"

Seber grabbed the edge of the table with both hands, and pushed it outward, the entire table full of food flew aside, those soups, plates, bowls and chopsticks, and those food containers hit the floor, Ping Pong is like a disruptive concert.

"You exercise justice to avenge the crime that killed your parents. You just want to satisfy your inner anger and put a high-sounding cloak on it. I don't need to cover it up. I won't exercise bloody justice for revenge and anger. !"

"Fuck the justice! What I do is my justice!"

"Don't judge me by your standards, you lost your parents, you're pathetic, you're traumatized, you're scared of bats, but you're a fucking psycho, I'm not! I'm normal, I have my emotions , who I am willing to kill is my own business, I think they deserve to die! I think their existence is unfair to other people!"

"Whoever touches me, I will kill him! Whoever touches my cheese, I will cut off his hand!"

Sable strode up to Bruce, who looked up at him, reached out and grabbed the collar of his armor,

"Tell me, Bruce, as someone who's also trying to solve problems with violence and fear, why the hell are you in control of me?"

"I will not kill!"

Batman reached out and opened Sable's hand clutching the neckline, "I will not let myself become a murderer! I have known all the darkness and evil, and I have walked among them, but I will never become them! I Have empathy, you don't! It makes a difference to you and me!"

"So, this is the difference between us... I don't understand, as two big men, why don't they handle disputes in a more straightforward and manly way?"

Saibo slowly put the dark red ghost mask in his left hand on his face. In the dark hall, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes under the lens. Straight-edged knives fell to the sides of the body,

"I thought it was going to be a bunch of heavily armed cops...but you can, come on, Bruce, let me see, where can your compassion get you? Can your compassion help you Overcome me! Let me see how far you can carry out your creed."

"Let me see if your strength is enough to make you talk nonsense in front of me!"

A trace of indifference also flashed in Bruce's eyes under the bat helmet. His arms drooped, and with a light flick, six L-shaped sharp blades on the left and right appeared outside the gauntlet.

"Then come on, defeated general!"

"boom"

The long knife in his left hand cut horizontally and was blocked by Bruce's gauntlet. He kicked Bruce's left leg with a kick, and Batman's other fist hit his chest.

The two grunted at the same time, and stepped back.

Nothing fancy, both are master fighters, straight to the point is their style of fighting.

"I've seen too many people like you in that organization, Saber. They think they can be lawless and do whatever they want by relying on their strength, but they can't!"

Bruce rushed to the opposite opponent, his deep voice sounded in the lobby of the Old Gun Bar,

"Power must be limited by rules, and you can never get rid of this kind of rules. You have to be in awe of your power, and not use it to bring death at will."

"boom"

The sharp blades he swung with both hands were blocked by Saibo's double knives crossed in front of him. The young man took two steps back, moved his wrists, and revealed a sinister smile under his visor.

"I will! Can you control it?"

"Then you'll bleed and you'll feel the pain!"

"puff"

The strengthened left arm broke through the blade and drew a bloodstain on Saibo's neck. If it deviates a bit more, it will directly cut through the trachea, but with the supplement of sufficient energy, the heat surged quickly to the whole body, and the blood It stopped at this moment.

"puff"

An eye for an eye, the sharp blade grazed Bruce's arm, the fast-moving blade tore through the armor, the same blood appeared, under the visor, Seber licked his lips,

"I'm sorry, I have never been afraid of pain since I was a child!"