Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Dr. Morris has lived in Las Vegas for 7 years. He doesn't like the environment here. No matter how prosperous it is, it is still a city in the desert. With the current level of human technology, there is no way to transform the desert, but He likes money, so the few years he has been practicing medicine in this place have been considered good.

As a well-known black market doctor in the local area, he would go to the casino from time to time, which made Morris seem to have found the feeling of his youth. To this day, four of them are wearing black suits and have half-revealed black devil tattoos on their necks. The guy rushed into his private clinic, took the doctor to a strange five-star hotel, and then he saw his patient.

God, with such an injury, he should have died a long time ago...

The doctor angrily rolled the eyelids of the unconscious John, he shrugged, You should have brought me here earlier, he is hopeless, just wait for death.

boom

A gun was placed on the table. Lewis, who had just sobered up, looked at the old slicker in front of him with a bad expression. The latter frowned and thought about it.

Okay, I could try, but normal people wouldn't survive that kind of injury, so he's a mutant, right?

What? You don't earn money from mutants?

Lewis rubbed his forehead and waved his hand impatiently. A suitcase was placed on the table. He opened it, glanced at the guy opposite, and then turned it to Morris. Most of the suitcase was full of banknotes, and there was nothing the doctor imagined. That much, but enough for him to take a chance.

No, I mean...

Dr. Morris pressed his fingers on the surface of the box, he chuckled, and his originally indifferent expression softened.

I just happened to have the experience of saving the lives of mutants a few times, okay...Give me 10 minutes to prepare, these freaks are still so easy to die, but I will explain in advance that I will leave after the operation, between you I don't want to get involved in the mess!

The old doctor grandly held the money box in his hand, and walked into the room specially prepared for him. Then his angry voice sounded,

Go get my three assistants and tell them that if it's less than 15 minutes, you can get out of my clinic!

And while they were busy performing surgery on John the ghost who was seriously injured and dying, in the opposite house, Seber leaned comfortably against the window facing the hotel's large swimming pool, and the young and beautiful girls wantonly showed Looking at his wonderful body, he enjoys playing in the water.

Saibo held a lighted cigarette in his left hand, and held a glass of red wine in his right hand... It's not that he likes to drink this, he just randomly took a bottle from the wine cabinet, but fortunately, his taste is very good. miscellaneous.

On the big bed behind him, there should have been a beautiful woman lying at his mercy, casinos and women, which are almost the standard configuration in Las Vegas, but now, the large bed is stacked one after another with three fainted men.

Saibo leaned on the chair, took a sip of wine, and said in a low voice,

How long are you going to pretend to sleep?

No one said anything, Saibo sneered, ignored it, and began to look at the beautiful woman outside the window leisurely. After ten seconds, the man lying on the top jumped up. He didn't speak immediately, but He walked to the full-length mirror of the house, frowned, and looked at the bruises on his face.

Remy Loeb is not a Wolverine or a saber-toothed tiger... He doesn't have that kind of abnormal self-healing ability, so the bruise left on his face by Seber's punch may take several days to go down, he turned his head, Akimbo, looking at Seber,

I said, how do you know I'm pretending to be dizzy?

Your heart rate drops to 10 beats per minute, and your breath becomes longer, which is enough to fool ordinary people.

Saibo put the wine glass in his hand aside, and he moved his shoulders, But in the eyes of professionals, your movement is almost like a big earthquake, and it's hard for me to convince myself to ignore that annoying breathing sound...Okay Alright, we've wasted too much time, tell me what I want to know.

He stood up, leaned against the window, flicked the cigarette ash in his hand, there was still a red gleam in his eyes,

Say, you can go.

Remy stared straight at Saibo's face, he tried to distinguish a trace of emotion that was beneficial to him from this face, but there was none, and Saibo's combat power, he had already seen it clearly during the melee between the three of them before. It is very clear that it is stronger than Victor and equal to Logan. It seems that there is a special method that can strengthen the strength in a short period of time, and the same advanced self-healing.

Such an opponent is simply hopeless, and Remy can be sure that the guy in front of him is extremely cruel, and dealing with him must be very dangerous, so he weighed for a moment, nodded, stretched out his hand and opened the chair,

go ahead.

Saibo glanced at him, then threw a cigarette over with his hand, and the latter took it in his hand, took out a very cool silver lighter, and lit it.

Who are you?

Remi Loeb, from New Orleans, I know what you want to ask.

Remy was playing tricks with the lighter in one hand, and said relaxedly, I was tricked into that island by a bastard named Ajax, and he said there was a way to cure the migraine I've had since I was a child. I was imprisoned there for 2 years, but now that I think about it, he really didn’t lie to me, and my headache was cured.”

This guy is a talkative person, he gently pulled his clothes back, revealing the scars on his abdomen,

But that's the price.

Saber nodded noncommittally,

Why did you save Victor? I don't think that guy has a friend like you.

When Remy heard this question, a big smile appeared on his face. He looked at Seber,

Then why did you save him? If I'm not wrong, we act for the same reason...Victor is not a good guy, but he is not a bad asshole either.

I see.

Sable nodded. Remy was able to escape from Stryker's second base, and it seemed that he was helped by the saber-toothed tiger, but Sable was very puzzled why that guy did this, but he sensibly didn't ask. He pondered for a moment,

Where is that island?

Very close!

Remy Loeb threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the sky, and a purple light flowed on the cigarette butt. After 1 second, the cigarette butt exploded, and the gray smoke seemed to have its own consciousness. The flow between his fingers caused Seb to squint his eyes, and the latter looked at him and whispered,

Did you know about the mutant riots in California four years ago?

Um

Seber nodded, it was the news he read from Dad's newspaper when he first arrived, and it was also the first time he came into contact with the news related to mutants,

Do you know why that riot happened?

Remy's mood became gloomy, Because in that month, a total of 23 students disappeared from 17 schools in California...all of them were mutants, and the mutant brothers only contributed to the flames, but ordinary people called this parade a riot …They just want to protect their children, that's all.

Strike took them? Where are the kids now?

Seber's voice suddenly became soft, Remy glanced at him, stood up staggeringly, turned and walked towards the door,

I try to keep myself from thinking about that answer... If you can really kill Stryker, all mutants in California will appreciate you... That place is on the island off the coast of Pennsylvania, where the Three Mile Island nuclear power plant was more than 30 years ago The reconstruction site of the accident, they also call it New Three Mile Island...Who would believe that there is a secret base under a nuclear power plant?

Tell Victor, I owe him the favor and pay it back.

After leaving a word, Remy opened the door and floated away. Saibo walked to the chair he made and picked up the lighter he put on the table. It had a silver casing and a devil sculpture dotted on the top. It looked very ornate, and it could be seen that this was Remy's favorite thing, and the edges had been polished to a gloss.

As for why he left this thing here... probably because of the ransom.

Saibo laughed and played with the lighter in his hand. This is another very interesting guy. He didn't look back and asked in a low voice,

What about you? How long are you going to pretend to be asleep?

I thought you couldn't find out...

The pale-faced Victor rubbed his head and sat up from the bed. He glanced at Logan who was still unconscious next to him with a complicated expression. Logan is destined to sleep for a long time.

What? Want to kill him?

Saibo leaned on the table and said with a wicked smile, If you want to kill it, drag it out and kill it, don't dirty my place.

Victor shook his head, he stood up from the bed with some difficulty, Logan shot very hard, even with his self-healing power, it would take a while to fully recover, and Logan's soaring combat power also made him Victor, who was hesitating about something, made up his mind.

When walking out the door, Victor turned his head and said in a low voice,

Strike has his final product at Three Mile Island... Weapon X, you have to be careful, you'd better get some helpers.

I'm curious, Victor... who on earth do you work for?

Seber's question caused Victor to pause, You helped me and released Remy Loeb, which makes me doubt your loyalty to Stryker...I don't understand you guys very well. People's ideas, but I know at least one truth.

He stared at Victor's back,

For a guy like you who sacrificed his brotherhood in order to lurk, what he plans must be amazing... Are you interested in telling me?

Vidok turned his head slightly, and there was a smile on his stubble-covered side face,

You know too much... You will know when you should know. By the way, I have never been a Stryker person. What I want, he can't give me. Seeing as you help me For your sake, I will reveal a piece of news to you, and you can listen to it as a joke.

Um?

Saber became interested, and then he heard Victor's husky voice,

The history of this world is actually the most interesting thing. When human beings first started to develop civilization, they said that there were gods in this world. There was more than one person with a long history who said that they had seen a real god, so everyone Worship them crazily, and regard them as the masters of the world. Later, they said that there is no god in this world, and negate all the history written by their ancestors like a neurotic...using a set of specious technological theories as the foundation of this poor society. Base.

Victor paused, he asked a question playfully,

But if gods really don't exist, who did our ancestors see?

Serber, be careful, some existence hidden under the absurd appearance of the world has noticed you...