Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Although the old man was cursing, he finally drove his broken pickup truck, carrying the corpses of a bastard and three bastards, to Gotham Port in the late night rain.

It's not that Saibo can't drive, nor that he can't handle such a small scene alone, it's just that the environment in Gotham Port is too dangerous for an outsider, and this kind of weather is most suitable for some secret transactions Well, Dad can't let the helper he found with great difficulty just sleep under the sea of ​​Gotham without knowing why.

Cyber ​​is indeed very good at fighting, but in this era, it is no longer an era where only fighting can solve problems.

The rainy night of this season is a bit cold, especially when standing on the windy pier, Saibo took three large black bags out of the car, found some heavy stones from the side, and wrapped them with wire Wrap them neatly, and then push those three things into the sea under the watchful eyes of the old man sitting in the car. There is no moon in the rainy night, so all the sad things that happened just now, except God and these two No one knows except the individual.

"Next, boy."

The old man stretched out his hand from the car window, and threw a cigar to Saibo, who held it in his mouth, and lit it with difficulty in the rain. The mellow smoke floated around him, and the His upper body was shrouded in the mist of the rainy night.

The mellow smoke wafted in the cold night around Saibo, and when the cigar was on and off, the chaotic thinking once again involuntarily fell into the memories of the past.

Fragmented memories, perhaps not because of this muddle-headed journey, but because the previous life was fragmented. Saibo can vaguely remember that he opened the envelope again and again, and there were various names written on it. English, some Chinese, and some distorted text.

That was his goal and his life. He used guns, knives, hands, ropes, and traps to make those who should not survive accept their due ending, but at that time he , should not be a bad guy in the traditional sense.

Because in that memory, there is still the picture of him swearing, and that heavy mission.

He traveled from one city to another, from one country to another, from one continent to another, his life was never controlled by himself, and his circle was pale and terrible, with no friendship, no love, no kinship, What is it like? that kind of life...

"arms!"

Saber muttered the word that jumped into his mind, and then he shook his already soaked hair violently.

Yes, live like a weapon, don't even need to think, focus on your mission, focus on... killing people.

Like a snake living in the dark, or a bulldog or something, just need to sharpen its fangs, he has adapted to this kind of life, but why would he break this kind of life?

Saibo endured the increasingly severe headache, this body seemed unwilling to let him recall too many things, but these were enough.

The last image that flashed in his mind was the scene of him in pajamas, blocking a child holding a plush doll. It seemed to be a certain city in this country. He should be on a mission, in a hotel On the street at the door, bullets like light and shadow flew towards him.

He closed his eyes, he knew he was going to die...

"There is an afterlife...to live for myself!"

That was probably the last sentence he said in his previous life, but ironically, if his biological clock is not wrong, it should have been said 2 hours ago, and the fate is so magical, maybe it is because of killing life to save people in the previous life, So at the last moment, Mantian Shenfo gave him a chance...

"cut"

Saibo disdainfully exhaled two streams of smoke from his nostrils, and then gestured his middle finger towards the sky. He never believed in God.

But he thought that sentence was great, he turned around with his half-burned cigar in his mouth, leaned against the cold railing, lowered his head in the heavy rain, feeling the falling raindrops that became more and more violent, he Looking at my hands, watching the rain wet it, and then slowly clenched into fists in the raindrops.

"This life, live for yourself!"

"Kang Long"

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the dim Gotham Port at this moment, and the father looked at Saber walking with his head bowed in the heavy rain, watching the moment when the lightning flashed through the sky, illuminating everything , only Saibo's figure was as dark as ink in the light.

Looks...Cooooool!

Saber stayed in the rain for a full five minutes before returning to the car in embarrassment.

The old man started the car, looked curiously at Saibo who leaned his head on the car window, and asked in a low voice, "What were you doing just now?"

Saibo, who used to talk a lot, was very silent at this moment, until he answered the old gun bar again, and when he walked into the creaking wooden door, he threw the cigarette butt in his mouth viciously to the rainy night outside the door, and then He grinned at his father, showing a brimming smile.

"I'm saying goodbye."

The old man looked at Saibo as if he was insane, then stuffed the mop in his hand into his palm, pointed to the floor full of bloody footprints,

"Very well, you're an emotional villain, so clean up this place for me, and then go to bed. There's food in the refrigerator on the second floor. Remember, at nine o'clock tomorrow...Jamie may come looking for trouble."

Christian, the veteran, put his wrist around Sable's neck and strangled him severely. This was probably his way of expressing his kindness. Then Sable heard his father suppressing his anger,

"Teach them a lesson, and let me see if you are really capable, or if you just bully those little hooligans."

Saibo's face immediately turned bitter, and he looked at his father, "Well, it's not good to kill people during the day, right?"

The old man's eyes at this time really looked like he was looking at a psychopath, he let go of Saibo's neck cursingly,

"The way to solve the problem is not just to kill, you crazy, Jamie may be a little difficult to deal with, but his men are just fools who can't stand on the table, 3 days! I only need 3 days! Got it?"

After finishing speaking, the old man yawned and walked up to the second floor, leaving only an empty small bar and Seb who was cleaning in it. When there was no one, the chatter became quiet When he got down, he began to work happily while humming some kind of tune.

He seems to be very careful in doing any work, even squatting on the ground and wiping it vigorously with a rag in order to remove a blood stain, so when he finished cleaning thoroughly, the hands of the clock had pointed to 4:30, the real midnight .

Saibo's body was shaking a little. He locked the door, walked up the stairs, took a large red sausage from the refrigerator on the second floor, chewed it while going up to the third floor, and opened the one next to the window. The door of the room, without looking at the surrounding layout, just took off the wet coat in the dark, threw it aside, and then fell on the bed.

Soon, a uniform grunt sounded.

At the same time, in the darkness of this rainy night, in a mansion not far from the pier, two bald heads were discussing things together. But it was a stack of photos, a pistol on top of the photos, and an open bottle of vodka next to it. This kind of high-precision drink is generally kept at a respectful distance.

But it's a favorite of Russians.

The shortest bald head picked up the first one of the photo, and looked at it in front of his eyes. It was a woman with brown hair and a gentle smile. Looking at this photo, a trace of bald head appeared in his hazy drunken eyes. grinning,

"Tsk tsk, what a beautiful chick, what's her name?"

"Rachel Dawes, Assistant District Attorney."

Another bald man took a sip of vodka, his collar was open, revealing his muscular muscles and lush chest hair, he muttered,

"A tricky little beauty who doesn't like money and isn't afraid of threats, and at the bottom of Zhafalconi's boss, the boss asked us to create a little "accident", Boshkin, I leave it to you."

The short bald head shook his head and snorted,

"Okay, the law and order in Gotham is getting worse and worse. These righteous people may encounter some accidents when commuting to get off work. Those poor beggars on Narrow Island who have nothing to eat are willing to exchange their lives for money. The matter of a bullet, Just like the Wayne couple back then, hahaha."

Having said that, the short bald man named Poshkin threw the photo aside casually. He looked at his boss and lowered his voice.

"Brother, Bruce Wayne, who died seven years ago, is back. I heard that his company plans to buy the entire Port of Gotham. Do you think he will... After all, 7 years ago, Boss Falconi asked you Killed Zili outside the courtroom..."

Hearing Poshkin's question, the bottle in Jamie's hand stopped for a moment, he took a deep breath, put the bottle on the table, and sneered,

"Then Master Bruce should thank me. I helped him kill his father and enemy. Besides, Falconi asked me to do it...but what you said makes sense."

Jamie closed his eyes and thought for a few minutes, his body straightened up from the sofa, and he hooked his fingers towards Poshkin,

"Isn't that old Christian going to sell his store?"

"Don't worry, brother, I have sent Bourne and the others to "handle it"."

Boshkin licked his lips, "Just a bad old man, but I don't understand, brother, what do we need that shitty bar for?"

"What do you know!"

Jamie glared at his younger brother, but he quickly explained, "Wayne Industries has already planned to revitalize the Port of Gotham. Once the port is prosperous again, a place to have fun will be indispensable. That old man can't do business. Let's do it! Find some women, and get a batch of goods from Boss Falconi, isn't it more profitable than we fight and kill? Boshkin, our two brothers came to the United States all the way from Siberia, we didn't do it for Who are you going to work for! Once Bruce Wayne and Falconi match up, it's time for us to reap!"

"Wait, no matter who it is, don't try to take Gotham Port from me!"