Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

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The door of the office was pushed open, and Mei with a serious face walked into the office with a folder, and she put it on the desk behind the tall figure with his back facing him.

Director, 15 minutes ago, two large-scale lightning strikes erupted in the mountains near the border in Quebec. A secret military base was completely destroyed. No casualties have been detected so far. The Ministry of Defense held an inquiry 5 minutes ago. will... about it.

Hmph, lightning strike?

The figure didn't look back. He stood on the edge of the French porthole on the 37th floor of the Delta Wing building in Manhattan. His only eye was looking out the window at the city that had just woken up from sleep. His voice was very penetrating. Feel a special will in it.

May, you were the best agent here, do you really believe it was a lightning strike?

Faced with this question, Agent May, who has been transferred to a civilian job, did not answer, but her silence was actually an answer.

Professor Charles' moderates have been peaceful for decades, and those in Congress may have forgotten how that man single-handedly saved the world from the ravages of war. They have forgotten the terrible power he possessed. ..but there's always someone who likes to see the world ablaze, and what's even more frightening is that when he's surrounded by a bunch of restless idiots, this wild fantasy can become a terrifying reality.

call...

The man in black leather clasped the guardrail outside the porthole with both hands. He breathed a sigh of relief, The professor is demonstrating. He is using this method to make us express our dissatisfaction. Have the results of Stryker's investigation come out?

May nodded.

It's out, do you need me to bring it to you?

No... Send it directly to the group of old guys in the Ministry of Defense who have lost their minds, let them see what kind of guy they rely on!

So do we need to get involved with the mutants and Stryker? I'm afraid things might change.

May whispered, Coulson has been monitoring the Weapon X project for 4 months. His report said that Stryker probably has another research base in the mainland. I worry that the mutants from the Charles faction will go to Attack that place, it could cause panic among the population.

Intervene? No! We will not intervene!

Nick Fury, the current leader of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the world's king of secret agents shrugged,

We can just do the finishing work, and we should teach those stubborn people a lesson, so that they know that the world doesn't work according to their ideas...but to strengthen the monitoring of the mutant brotherhood, I I always feel that Magneto has been dormant for so many years, and he must be planning something amazing.

By the way, let Coulson go faster...Facing the increasingly complicated situation, we need some stronger cards.

On the other side, Gotham Cemetery, this place was as quiet as ever, Seber stood in front of the tombstone of the cross, and Catherine in a white dress stood beside him.

The city is still in this disgusting haze 3 years later...

Saibo's hand gently slid on the tombstone in front of him, a slight sharpening, his eyes have never been so sad and gentle, he whispered,

Old man... I'm back to see you.

A gust of wind blew past, blowing up Saibo's hair, as if a dead relative was greeting him,

I thought I could still see you when I came back, but you left alone.

Do you know? Although we have only been together for a year... But in my heart, your status is very important, a stubborn, rough, unlovable old man...

Saibo closed his eyes slightly, and said softly as if he was muttering to himself, It's the first really good person I've met in my life, how I wish you were murdered... At least this way, it can still make me Cut some idiots to vent my anger...

But now, how do you tell me to fight against time?

His fingers tightened suddenly, and a tear fell from the corner of Saibo's eye. He, who has always been crazy, finally revealed his weakness. He used to hide it very well, but now, In the face of those who have been lost, there is no need to hide anymore.

You said you hated Gotham a million times, but you ended up choosing to die where you were born, and you ended up liking it, right?

This annoying city, you can't let it go in the end, can you?

Seber took a bottle of spirits from the tearful Catherine, twisted it away, gulped down half of it, and dumped the other half on the ground in front of the cemetery,

Then I'll help you... take care of it.

No one wants to disturb you...cough cough

Saibo coughed, and covered his mouth with a handkerchief. When he let go, a shocking dark red made Catherine couldn't help but tighten Saibo's arm, and the latter smiled at him,

Don't worry, little girl, I haven't finished what I should do, and I won't just fall down like this.

step, step

A heavy footstep sounded behind the two of them, and they didn't turn their heads. After a while, Gordon, who was much older, stepped forward and placed the flowers in his hand in front of his father's grave.

He walked away very peacefully...just can't let you go.

Gordon squatted down, stretched out his hand to clear the weeds around the tombstone, and whispered, But I think he would be very happy if he could see you come to see him, and he might scold you Come on...you know, he is the kind of person who scolds you as worthless in person, but will soon use his method to make you accept his kindness dumbfounded.

Um.

Sable nodded silently, and no one spoke. A few minutes later, Gordon clapped his hands and stood up. He already had clear wrinkles on his face and gray hair on the top of his head. Compared with the last time Sable saw him, It seems that he has aged ten years all of a sudden.

But still the same attire, black-rimmed glasses, and stern yet warm eyes, the chief of the police station stood with Seber, and he said softly,

Thanks to you, Gotham is very good now...it's unbelievable, but I can still smell the feeling coming from the darkness of this city. The danger never leaves. Sometimes I I'm very curious, why does a mere Gotham attract so many freaks... Will the Devil Gang come back?

Faced with Gordon's straightforward question, Seber shook his head,

I don't know, maybe, after all, this is our root, will you welcome us?

Gordon shrugged.

Why not? The city's gangsters are just a resurgence right now, but I'm still happy to see some old folks come to help me take the pressure off, but it's the same as before...just the Quayside and Narrow Island!

call...

He breathed a sigh of relief, took off his glasses, and took out a handkerchief to wipe them. He suddenly asked in a low voice, Serber, do you think there will be a day when order will be fully restored in Gotham?

I don't know, and I don't want to know.

Sable's finger slid lightly on the tombstone in front of him, and Gordon laughed twice, Yeah, who knows what will happen in the future? We all lost our loved ones, just because of a damn madman, they are now dead The clowns are passed on as a lace story in the streets and alleys, look, such a city is really disappointing.

He turned away, whispering as he went,

Come to my house for dinner tonight. Barbara and Jimmy miss you and Catherine very much. Robin will come too.

Gordon patted Saber on the shoulder and said forcefully,

Don't come! Do you hear me?

All right.

Saber moved his fingers away from the tombstone, and he turned to look at Gordon. Can I have another guest?

Gordon curled his lips, Whatever you want, mine is spacious anyway.

Let's go back 4 hours slightly. At the Xavier Academy for Gifted Youngsters in Queens, New York, Seber and Catherine were about to leave New York. When they returned to Gotham, there was a knock on their door.

Come in

Saibo said without turning his head. After a while, the somewhat cautious Santals came in. He had already changed into a suit of clothes that fit him, but because he was too thin, he looked like a bamboo pole. He walked After entering, he stood at the door of the room at a loss, probably wanting to say something, but didn't know how to say it.

Sable ignored him, and after a few minutes, they finished packing, Sable sat on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette, then looked at Santals, and threw him another one, this time The young man didn't refuse anymore, he put the cigarette near his mouth, and took a puff awkwardly. This kind of pastime at the cost of health made him less stressed. He raised his head, looked at Saibo, and took a deep breath. tone, say aloud,

Mr. Sable, I...I don't think I'm suitable here, can I follow you?

Um?

Saibo frowned, What's the reason? There is a reason for everything we do, isn't it?

I...I just think, this place makes me feel weird...

Santals shook his head uncomfortably, Seber snorted,

Honestly, boy, I can tell you're lying.

This sentence made the young man discouraged all of a sudden. He shrugged his head, looked around, and then lowered his voice and said,

What you told me before, I don't want to be a weak person, I want to protect my sister, I have lost my parents, but I can't do it now...I want to learn how to fight from you.

But if you want to learn how to fight, it's more suitable for you to stay here, isn't it?

Saibo flicked his fingers, Professor Charles is currently one of the most powerful bipolar mutants in the world, and Ms. Ororo, as you have seen, she can destroy a base with a wave of her hand. I am better than them. It's not far off.

No! It's different!

Suntals explained somewhat unconvinced, I also saw Ms. Ororo's battle. How should I put it, she gave me the feeling...very powerful, but not the momentum I wanted... You also said that I would be a born killer. I think killers also need that kind of aura, but they can't teach me... There is no way for me to learn that kind of aura and killing methods in this academy, than I The guys who came here a few years ago haven't even killed a single person, and I chatted with them, and I feel that they are a little... a little childish.

He stretched out his hands in a tangled state, and separated his fingers.

I've killed close to 30 people...they really can't teach me.

But follow me, you may die tomorrow...

Saibo flicked the cigarette ash and said noncommittally, If you die, you will lose everything. Isn't it good to live in peace?

I'm not afraid of death!

Santals lowered his fingers and said in a low voice, I'm not afraid of death, I'm only afraid of being locked in a cage again. The despair of losing freedom may be dragged away by the people rushing in at any time. I am not afraid of death! I am only afraid of being slaughtered!

He bowed low to Seber,

Please train me, Mr. Sable!

The atmosphere in the room was a bit stagnant. Catherine sat on the other side, looked at Santals, and then turned her head to look at the silent Saibo. The little girl pursed her lips, and she asked,

What about your sister? Will Clarice let you go with us?

She, she will agree!

She'll understand me! said Santals in a harsh voice.

Okay... go get your stuff, we'll be out of here in an hour.

Saibo put the cigar back into his mouth and said vaguely, This is the path you chose, if you die, don't blame me!

Santals raised his head in surprise, he hummed, turned around and opened the door, and then stood there blankly. Outside the door, Ororo stood there holding the textbook with an unconvinced expression, with a bad expression on his face. Looking at Saber, after a moment, she exclaimed,

I want to fight you!