Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Early the next morning, Boshkin, the leader of the Russian gangster, came out of his room rubbing his hangover head. As a result, before he had finished a hearty breakfast, his younger brother came and told him a bad news. information.

"What? Bourne is missing? Bastard!"

Boshkin slammed his fist on the table, and he yelled at his little brother, "It rained so much last night, where can Bourne and the others go? It must have something to do with that old bastard Christian!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and when he thought about what Boss Jamie said to him last night, a trace of a characteristic grin suddenly appeared on Poshkin's face,

"You guys come with me, let's kill that old bastard!"

A moment later, a black SUV drove out of the mansion and drove towards the Old Gun Bar.

The weather after the rain is always sunny, with a hint of warmth and fragrance that washes everything.

Saibo opened his eyes under the direct sunlight and looked at the height of the sun. It is conservatively estimated that it must have passed 9 o'clock. This guy sat up from the bed, and at first sight he saw stacks of neatly stacked clothes on the opposite side on the table.

It was old clothes, but they were washed very clean. It was obvious that the old man put them here. Sable grinned. After 5 minutes, Sable came down from the third floor after washing and putting on new clothes. .

The bar is very deserted, this is not the time when this kind of retro bar is lively, and with Jamie's recent incidents, the place is still deserted, the old man is sitting behind the bar, playing a radio that Cyber ​​is not interested in at all. The old-fashioned song, playing a few cards in his hand, looks quite entertaining.

Saibo is a very winking person, watching his father enjoying the time, he didn't bother him, but found a table at random, sat on a chair, held the dagger he got last night, Boring playing his own game, the blade in the palm of the hand is like a butterfly piercing flowers, which makes people dazzled. This dangerous game requires a lot of energy, and it is obviously a good way to kill time.

And the boring time is always short. When the clock on the wall pointed to 11:15, a black SUV appeared in a rampage at the door of the Old Gun Bar. The door opened, and a man wearing only a black sports vest, The shaven-headed strong man got out of the car with three guys who were dressed similarly to last night, but with a more jerk temperament. He kicked open the wooden door of the bar with a ferocious kick. The momentum walked into the bar.

The sound of vibration made Saibo, who was immersed in his game, suddenly come back to his senses, and the strong man didn't look at him at all, but strode to the front of the bar, and slammed his fists on the wooden table... Broken father's self-entertainment.

"Old dog, where did the three of Bourne go?"

The strong man's voice was full of anger and rage. Obviously, this guy was not very good at suppressing his emotions. Their first reaction to any problem was to use their fists to solve it. It might be a big trouble for ordinary people, but for real people For the villains in the world, this kind of opponent is actually their favorite.

"Daddy, do you need help?"

Saibo's voice almost followed the strong man's scolding, which naturally attracted the firepower for the old man. The strong man turned his head to look at Saibo, as if he was looking at a pile of garbage, but he ignored Saibo. Uncle, but turned his head to the old man leaning on the chair,

"Where did Bourne go? Tell me!"

"Who knows, Boshkin, aren't they your subordinates? We all know that people disappear every day in Gotham, or is Jamie Boss unable to manage his own subordinates?"

The old man picked up the pipe, folded his hands on his chest, and raised the chair slightly, his voice was full of sarcasm, "If I have to say, maybe those three bastards thought Gotham was too dangerous and ran to other places Pursue a better life."

"Like heaven! Well, maybe hell."

Saibo answered again, almost as if he was singing with his confident father, but his voice had a hint of impatient teasing.

This kind of tone directly ignited the anger of the strong man. He turned his head suddenly, pushed away the subordinates who seemed to be in the background behind him, and strode towards Saibo. There was a vicious look in his bloodshot eyes, he stretched out a finger, pointing at Saibo's chest,

"Tell me, monkey, what the hell did you mean by that sentence?"

Saibo looked at him with his head tilted. Since he was sitting on a chair, the tall Boshkin looked like a mountain in front of him, but Boshkin's grin had not dissipated. He grabbed Poshkin's finger that was lowering his chest, and pushed it backwards.

Boshkin's body bent downward under the sudden pain, but this natural protective measure of the body did not prevent his doom.

"click"

"Didn't your parents teach you not to swear casually?"

"ah!"

The pain of the broken finger spread through every nerve in his brain in an instant, ten fingers connected to the heart. It is said that this pain is second only to egg breaking and childbirth. This sudden attack even made Poshkin completely unresponsive, and directly Kneeled on the ground.

When that kind of heart-wrenching pain came, the gangster from Siberia's eyes were darkened, but as soon as he yelled out his throat, he felt his big bald head was fixed by two hands, and the oncoming person was a Rapidly approaching knees.

"boom"

The blow hit the bridge of the nose, and the spurted blood hit Saibo's new trousers, which made him a little dissatisfied. He picked up the thick glass ashtray on the table and swung it towards the shaking bright big bald head It hit it.

"boom"

The strong man who was knocked down by KO fell to the ground, blood flowed out from the back of his head, looking extremely weird and bloody.

Of course, in order not to cause trouble for himself and his father, Saibo controlled his strength and was just in a coma. Well, maybe it will be accompanied by a concussion or something. Anyway, there is probably no shortage of people who look like they eat cholesterol to build muscles Money, so... it doesn't matter.

"Ugh, that's disgusting..."

Saibo looked at the blood-stained ashtray and his new pants in disgust, he stood up from the chair, kicked the unconscious strong man in the face, kicked him out and rolled him several times, The guy who just shot someone stretched his body, and with a wave of his hand, he threw the cracked ashtray into the trash can. He wiped his belt with his left hand, and a gleaming dagger fell into the palm of his hand .

Turning around in his hand like a butterfly wearing a flower, Saibo raised his head and grinned at those subordinates who were stunned in place. There was blood dripping down, and the left hand was holding a dagger. This combination of posture almost instantly killed the power of the strong man, and made the three gangsters who had followed Boshkin frightened, but they still followed Jie. Boss Mi's old brother, in terms of courage, is much stronger than those young people in Bourne.

The tallest fellow drew his dagger from his pocket too, and with a howl he charged at Sable, his brothers following him.

"ah!"

"Tch, meaningless!"

Saibo swiped his left foot outward, turned his whole body to one side, hooked his right foot lightly, and the first guy who rushed over lost his balance, but in the midst of staggering, he was supported by Saibo's right hand, and at the same time Accompanied by the sound of the dagger in his left hand piercing his abdomen, he kicked up again and kicked the second guy who rushed over to the lower abdomen. The guy staggered and fell to the ground clutching his stomach.

Blood dripped down the left hand holding the knife and dripped onto the ground. With a push of Saibo's right hand, the frightened guy was thrown to the ground, hugged his stomach and started howling.

"Mark, Ollie, come and save me, I've been stabbed! I'm bleeding, I'm dying! Come and save me!"

The guy's voice was harsh, so Sable kicked him again, knocking out a few teeth, and the wail turned into a low scream.

"Don't look at me like that, guys, I'm not crazy."

Saibo opened his arms, holding a blood-stained dagger in one hand, and blood dripping from the fingers of the other hand. With his innocent face, he was a living lunatic with a knife.

But he didn't lie, he put his thumb against the blade and only pierced a third of it. Except for a little blood, he would not be injured at all, but only the last remaining subordinate had never seen such a disagreement before Human head, and even stabbed a guy's ruthless man.

When Saibo's eyes turned to him, this guy raised his hands tremblingly. Those who didn't understand thought he was robbed, but in fact, they were the ones who really came to find fault, and they planned to accept Take the father's life, unfortunately, they don't have this chance.

But at this moment, a shrill siren sounded at the door of the bar, and less than a minute later, a young policeman, wearing a police cap and only a blue shirt, pressed the holster of his gun with his left hand. , Holding the gun handle in his right hand, he rushed into the bar.

But the confrontation scene that this young man imagined did not happen here, and everything seemed to be normal. His respected old man was sitting at the bar reading the newspaper, and a young yellow man was sitting bored on the other side playing with coins in his hand. A burly man in a black vest lying in a pool of blood, a man lying on the ground rolling, a black man clutching his stomach and moaning on the ground, and finally a trembling bastard holding a stick of blood in his left hand. A bloody dagger, holding a bloody ashtray in his right hand.

It looks like a gang fight.

"Squat down! Hold your head! Bastard, throw away the murder weapon in your hand!"

The police officer instinctively felt that something was wrong, he stroked the handle of the gun cautiously, and then loudly yelled at the trembling guy, that guy was as docile as a lamb, and immediately threw away the bloody guy, He crouched in the corner with his head in his arms.

The young police officer breathed a sigh of relief, then removed his hand from the handle of the gun, and turned his gaze to the old man. The expression on his face became richer, as if seeing a relative.

"Hey, Dad, I heard what happened at the bar, I'm late... You know, I was in Star City recently for police officer training, I just got back, is everything okay here?"

The old man put down the newspaper, a happy smile appeared on his wrinkled old face, and then gave the young police officer an enthusiastic hug, and patted him on the back vigorously,

"It's good to be back, my good son, everything is fine with me at the bar, come, let me introduce you..."

Then the police officer's eyes fell on Saibo, who was looking at him curiously with his right hand propped on his head, but the next moment, he drew out the pistol in a standard and swift gesture, aimed at Saibo,

"Stay still...Hands up!"

Saibo turned his head in some confusion, and then saw his right hand supporting his head. He patted his head and groaned in frustration.

On his right hand, there was still a trace of blood that hadn't been wiped clean. It was obviously because of this that this police officer with extremely keen senses discovered it.

"They are fighting among themselves, trainee police officer, I am a really good man, if you don't believe me, you can ask Dad! He can testify!"

"Stop talking! Hands up!"

"It's been so long since I haven't played, my hands are raw."

Saibo grunted, but he didn't intend to raise his hand at all. He even spread his hand towards the police officer carelessly. Pointing to the case, he's even in the mood for a joke.

"But you know what? Nosy guys are the most annoying."