Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Old Gun Bar, this old place has been in business for decades. It used to be famous as a pub in Gotham Docklands. Because of a staid and serious owner, it can definitely be called the "cleanest" bar in Gotham. Here There will be no nasty drugs, no scantily clad strippers, people are here just to have a drink and pass the time.

So Dad's business has been tepid, but recently due to some incidents, this bar has been closed for almost half a month, and now, inside the bar that has just been packaged into a large construction site by the workers, there is a faint light In , four people are having a special conversation.

Saibo looked around, two black muzzles were firmly pointed at his head, on the left was an indifferent tall man, on the right was an indifferent woman with the same skin color as him, with short black hair, matching The slightly tight combat uniform looked heroic.

The most important thing is that Saibo smelled a familiar smell from these two people... It was the smell that belonged to him in the past, it was the same person as him, at least the same as the him in the past.

"The bad law and order in Gotham really makes me hate it to the extreme!"

Sable muttered, he raised his hands and threw the Colt in his hand on the ground, but if you observe carefully, you can see that Sable's eyes have narrowed in the darkness, "Now go home casually , can you meet two well-trained gunmen and an uninvited guest that I have never seen?"

The not-so-tall man who walked up to him shrugged, even reached out and patted his shoulder, as if to comfort him,

"Okay! You and I both knew we were coming, didn't we?"

Hearing these familiar words, Saibo frowned,

"Damn it, I've never seen you!"

The man didn't answer the question, he waved his hands to both sides,

"Okay, May, Rumlow, put down your arms, Mr. Hawke is a smart man, there is no need for this."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Saibo, and asked kindly,

"Right?"

Saibo bared his teeth, and he took a deep breath. The guy in front of him is definitely the most difficult to deal with among the three, but there is no way, he is at a disadvantage now, and the opponent does not seem to intend to use violence, so he nodded.

"Of course, I'm smart, so I won't do anything that threatens my life. By the way, can I turn on the lights? I want to see who my guests are. This is also a gesture of goodwill, right? Mr. Who?"

"okay."

The very gentle man in a black suit in front of him smiled. He waved his hand, and the icy woman walked to the wall and turned on the lamp.

With the lights turned on, Saibo saw the man in black in front of him. He was not tall, and he stood there just to face Saibo. Wearing a pair of big sunglasses, his expression is very gentle, his eyes are full of wisdom and has a strong affinity, his hairline on both sides is very high, and he looks like he is a little bald.

Generally speaking, this is a person who is easy to become friends with others, but the more this is the case, the more wary Cyber ​​is. This guy in front of him reminds him of some "colleagues" in the past, who can pry them in a few hours. The jackals who unlock the deepest secrets of the most vicious criminals.

"Phil Coulson, I'm from New York, and I'm here just for you."

Coulson stretched out his hand, Seber looked at the left hand, raised his hands above his head, his face was indifferent, which made Coulson a little embarrassed, but the embarrassment was fleeting, and his hand turned to the other side,

"Sit down then, Cyber, we have something to talk about."

For this invitation, Saibo did not refuse. When the situation is completely controlled by the opponent, it is the best course of action to do what they say. Even if the two guys behind him have put down their pistols, Saibo can be sure, If they make aggressive moves, they will beat themselves into a sieve within 2 seconds.

Those were two tough guys...very tough kind of guy.

He was sitting on the bar with his left arm leaning against the knife-scarred wooden cabinet, facing Coulson who was sitting across from him, the guy always had a smile on his face, and until now, Seber had no time Look at the other two people.

The first is the black-haired strong man standing next to him. He is 1.9 in height and looks like a mixed race. He has deep eye sockets unique to Europeans and slightly longer hair. He is wearing a black combat uniform and straddles a standard soldier. Standing in the middle of the hall in a standing posture, there are two gun clips wrapped around his legs, and communicators on his ears. If Seber guessed correctly, this guy has at least hidden weapons besides the apparent weapons. 3 daggers, maybe a small grenade or something.

But he... To be honest, he is not that difficult to deal with. Such a guy with a military style, even if he becomes an agent, he will not be a good agent. They naturally lack a kind of flexible autonomy and will be a good subordinate. Personally, this guy poses the least threat to Cyber, especially after stimulating the self-healing ability in his body, Cyber ​​is 60% sure that he can kill him in 1v1.

But that woman, who looks similar to his former compatriots, a woman between 1.7 and 1.8, half-length black hair, very in line with the aesthetic appearance of Westerners, she must look good when she smiles, but unfortunately she always With a cold face, she stood behind Coulson, looking at the big boy in front of her with a scrutinizing gaze.

She and Coulson should be friends, they have a special kind of intimacy, and most importantly, this woman feels very dangerous to Cyber!

The extraordinary danger does not come from her appearance, but a feeling that there should be other secrets in her.

"who are you?"

Seber glanced at the red drink in Coulson's hand, and then looked up at him. The latter reached out and rummaged through the lining of his suit, took out a piece of ID, and waved it in front of Seber's eyes. It was a black and white eagle surrounded by circles of letters.

"Well, we have many names, and the most commonly used one is "Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistic Support Agency"..."

Coulson put the black ID on the table, and said a series of complicated and awkward names. After seeing the impatience flickering in Sable's eyes, he coughed lightly,

"Well, you should have heard our name from Klein, S.H.I.E.L.D."

"swish"

Saibo's squinted eyes opened instantly. When Klein talked to him, he could be sure that there was no one around. How did the person in front of him know? Is this organization already strong enough to be so pervasive?

His shock was fully captured by Coulson, the agent smiled at him, picked up the red drink in hand, and took a sip comfortably.

"Well, it seems that you know who we are, so let's talk about business."

Coulson's expression became serious, "Give us the recipe for the fear gas you got from Klein! This kind of thing that can cause chaos in an instant cannot be held in a place with serious violent tendencies. , and in the hands of a stowaway of unknown origin, you're a smart guy, Seb, you know what to do, don't you?"

"So Mr. Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., who likes to drink watermelon juice, do you think a person with serious violent tendencies would give it to you so easily?"

Saber pursed his lips, propped his head up with one hand, and looked at Coulson. His other hand touched the edge of the counter. Sure enough, a gun hidden there had disappeared.

"You're looking for this, aren't you?"

Coulson's left hand trembled, and a well-maintained M9 twirled in his palm, and then it was placed on the table. Coulson pressed it with one finger and slid it to Cyber,

"Frankly speaking, this can't protect you. You have to understand, Seber, I'm not here just because of you. You're lucky. I usually don't care about such small things. If it's my other If colleagues come over, maybe this place will become a battlefield for gun battles, and no one wants what happened on Narrow Island 3 days ago to happen again, and it will be neither good for you nor me."

After speaking, Coulson took a deep breath, leaned forward, and lowered his voice.

"And you handed that thing to me. I have another piece of news that is closely related to you. You are definitely interested. Fair trade. You and I both like this kind of exchange, don't you?"

Coulson's voice is very sincere, which makes people unconsciously want to be convinced. After the combination of voice, expression, and even breath *, you can wantonly change your first impression in other people's hearts. He's never done this kind of thing, but he's seen it more than once.

Coulson couldn't fool him yet.

"Okay, I promise you! That box is in the second drawer of the desk in the first room on the left on the third floor. I think you should be able to find it. Why didn't you do that?"

Seber took M9 over and put it in his hand. He was not deceived by Coulson, but he would not refuse his proposal. He hated this kind of no-choice thing, but it was over, and he had to find a way to regain some of it. initiative.

Coulson cracked his mouth and smiled, he gave the strong man a bad look, he turned around and walked up to the third floor, then Coulson said to Seber in the tone of an old friend,

"We don't do that sort of thing, personal property is sacrosanct isn't it?"

He took a sip of watermelon juice, looked at Seber's expression of disbelief, and shrugged his shoulders, "Especially for a person who has something like fear gas in his hand, experience tells us that it's best not to rummage through his things casually." , By the way, the suit of battle armor you put in the basement is pretty good, it fits my aesthetics very well!"

Sable's fingers tapping on the table stopped, but then began to dance lightly again.

"It's fine if you like it. By the way, are you going to intervene in the Narrow Island incident? Or come and catch me? Or simply..."

"boom"

Saibo put his two fingers together and put them on his temples, and imitated a gunshot with his voice. Coulson had been creating an atmosphere of fair conversation. Coulson was not surprised by this question. He put aside the watermelon juice in his hand, put his hands on his knees,

"How come? Those are bad guys, aren't they?"

The agent smiled like a child, and he blinked at Saibo, "There are many unstable factors in this world, and the Shadow Warrior Alliance is one of them. This country is so big that even SHIELD cannot grasp the overall situation." , we welcome some heroes who stand up against them for justice, but how to say, the trouble they will cause is not up to us to deal with."

Finally, Coulson closed the question with one sentence.

"SHIELD deals with events that are more complex, worse, and difficult for ordinary people to understand and reach, such as you, the mutant Cyber ​​Hawk!"