Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Generally speaking, powerful hallucinogens are made into pills or liquids. The biggest problem with gas is that it is easy to volatilize in an open space, and the utilization rate is very poor, but some special hallucinogens cannot be ruled out. Agents can stay in the air for a long time.

The gas ejected from the short man's wrist belongs to this special thing. After the ejection, it almost surrounds Saibo's breath and covers his body. After ejecting the gas, he himself quickly Lying on the floor, it seemed that he was very afraid of these things, afraid of getting even a little bit of it.

And after Seber realized that he had been tricked, in less than a second, he only did two things, he kicked hard on the short man's calf, then swung the pistol in his hand, smashing it on the ground. Immediately afterwards, the darkness in front of his eyes began to twist.

The wailing sound of the short man was also distorted, like a ghost crying suddenly in the dark night, which made people's scalp numb, and the dark corridor in front of him was also infinitely extended and distorted. The lit windows, in Seber's eyes, became jagged teeth, the teeth of a giant beast!

It was like a big protruding mouth, rushing towards Saibo, he couldn't help taking a step back, his breathing became short, not because he was afraid, but because of the effect of that gas!

It is supposed to have the effect of causing a spasm of the respiratory system, and the shortness of breath also projects a signal in the brain that it is in danger, causing adrenal hormones to be secreted in large quantities, and the severely heightened senses will receive the wrong signal, and the eyes will see Everything you see is distorted, combined with imagination, it constitutes a double fear of psychology and physiology.

Saibo is not afraid of ghosts and gods, but he cannot avoid the physical stimulation, so everything he sees is distorted, and his breathing becomes sweet, like being shrouded in a dark passage full of blood and death In the middle, and more like in the stomach of some kind of savage beast.

What he smelled in his mouth was a moist and irritating fishy smell, and that kind of fishy smell made every cell of Saibo active to face the coming danger.

This is an illusion! Calm down!

Saibo told himself that he kept shaking his head, trying to get out of that illusion. He held on to the wall with one hand, trying to balance his body, but when his eyes turned to the wall, what he saw was Painful faces, Papa's, Robin's, Rachel's, Catherine's, and Gordon's faces, all bloody, his palms seemed to be on fire, suddenly retracted.

But because of this, his body lost his balance, staggered, and stood on the spot with difficulty. He didn't dare to move anymore. He forced himself to take a big breath, but the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, almost reaching a level that made him feel uncomfortable. He was trembling all over.

And the dark ground also began to turn, like a black shadow, crawling up his legs, that horrifying scene seemed to have a real feeling to support it.

He closed his eyes, trying to get rid of this ubiquitous illusion, when he couldn't... it was as if there were a hundred voices ringing in his ears, that kind of whispering, which couldn't be understood at all, and couldn't be heard clearly, but The combination of those voices and the rapidly distorted everything in front of him completely disturbed his heart.

Like a muddy pool of water, in the deepest part of the darkness, the fragments of broken memories also took this opportunity to resurface.

His eyes became confused.

The short man's wailing has subsided, he climbed to the window with difficulty, stood up against the wall, his left leg seemed to be broken by Saber's fierce stamping just now, but it was not that serious in fact, But the skin was also punctured, and the smell of blood that Saibo smelled came from the wound, and was captured by the amplified senses.

The short man wanted to escape, but being absorbed into the periphery of that organization was destined to be bad. He took a deep breath and suppressed the pain. He looked back at Saibo who was standing there with his head lowered and his body trembling constantly. There was a flash of viciousness.

He reached out and pulled out a short knife from his back. It was longer than a dagger, and it looked like a special military stab. It was different from the cheap ones used by gangsters. There were some scattered words carved on it. The other side is the same sharp saw thorn, and the black handle is wrapped with a circle of red rope to prevent slipping due to sweaty palms. Even the blade itself is black.

Holding the dagger, he leaned on the wall bit by bit, dragging his left leg, which was no longer able to move normally, and walked towards Saibo, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This gas is a newly developed top-level hallucinogen. The boss calls it fear gas. Yes, in addition to triggering fear, this thing is also toxic. Excessive inhalation will cause poisoning, even if it withstands the outbreak of fear During that period of time, he would also die tragically due to poisoning.

Of course, the little bit he just spewed wasn't enough to poison Cerber, but it was enough for him to enjoy the mortal terror.

They have done experiments, and even the most vicious villain, after inhaling a small amount of this gas, will be overwhelmed by the fear that surges from the deepest part of his heart, and some psychologically fragile guys will even be frightened to death.

In his eyes, Seber is just a young man who is not strong, he can't stand this kind of fear, all his ability to fight back has been deprived, under the influence of that kind of fear, he is bound to die!

The short man walked up to Sable, and he could even hear Sable's heavy breathing, which means that this guy is now immersed in that volatile fear, but he can still maintain his standing posture, tsk tsk, it looks like It's a tough character.

But so what?

He licked his lips and raised his dagger, Go to hell! Bastard!

puff

Blood splattered everywhere.

Saber felt that he had returned to that cold, pale and boring world, but he did not return in a physical form, like a passerby, sitting in a special movie theater, and all his past experiences flashed before his eyes.

It's like watching a silent film without sound, still black and white, cold, without a trace of warmth.

He saw himself at the beginning, the first memory probably started from a falling snow, he was curled up, dirty and thin, hiding in the corner of the world, no one cared about him, he thought he would be frozen to death, Because at that time, the memory was really very cold.

But he didn't... that person appeared in front of his eyes, he couldn't remember his face clearly, he could barely remember, he was wearing a military uniform, thin, but his eyes were serious and energetic, with a kind of cold majesty, he stretched out towards himself Take the shot, did you respond? Or run away?

No... not clear, the second picture jumps to a long time later, he has grown up, in a special classroom, full of children his size, but their eyes do not have the joy and joy that children should have Childlike innocence, what are they learning?

Forgot... Saibo only remembers that they were wearing the same clothes, learning all kinds of things that children shouldn't learn, and strict tests. The children who were sent away, they all said that those children were freed.

What is freedom?

Saibo's chaotic brain couldn't sort out this problem, and then the picture quickly jumped to a long time later again. He was wearing an elegant black suit, and he seemed to be attending some kind of banquet, but the environment around him was a bad warehouse. A man is tied to a chair with ropes and has a burlap bag over his head. He struggles, but he cannot speak.

He was holding a gun in his hand. It was probably the first time he used a gun to kill someone and take away a living soul. Sable didn't like that feeling at first. He still remembered that he didn't like that kind of life. Sha Duoyu felt very uncomfortable, he didn't even know the name of the guy in front of him, but that was his task!

Yes, missions! A name written on an envelope, he doesn't care what crime he committed, is he a villain, he has to get rid of it, Seber even feels that his existence is no different from the gun in his hand, he can think, but is It is required to think with the thinking of weapons, and completing tasks is always the first.

He watched as he walked up to the man, raised his arm, and pointed the gun at the man's head, and Seber wished he had paused for a moment to think, but there was no… bang, the gun went off, and the man fell.

He turned and left without even taking a second look at the body lying on the ground. It was the first person he killed, was it a man or a woman?

Saibo left the warehouse and walked into the darkness. He knew that a part of his soul and existence would remain there forever. The next scene was people falling in front of him one by one, bullets, blades or Poison, break-in, assassination or trap, every place, every experience, those memories that have been messed up by traveling through time and space gather together.

His faint headache was also healed at this moment, all the threads were connected together, completely awakening Saibo's spirit and soul, he was still the same him, but there was a trace of something thicker in the laughter .

He even remembered the last communication he had with the man from young to old, the two were howling at each other like beasts,

That's the task!!! Enough! That's just your job! Everyone has their own job, you can think of yourself as a cleaner, as a gardener, there must always be someone in the dark who should not be taken care of. Knowing the work, you are reducing the dross, you are doing good deeds!

How can it be the same! It's human life, not rats, not bugs! The blood on my hands can't be washed off! I'm afraid of myself!

Then get used to it! Get used to being a person who carries the burden in the dark, and a person who holds up the light for them in the dark. No one knows your name, no one knows everything you do, but that's right. Yes, that's right, you're a hero!

I...I don't want to be a hero...

The roar in the darkness was indifferent at this moment, he felt that everything around him was enveloped and swallowed by endless darkness, it was a fear like the ocean, and he was also afraid in the past, not fear of death, but fear of himself.

How can a person who lives as a weapon fear his opponent? How can you fear the fate that weapons will inevitably accept?

No! Won't! Either be broken or abandoned, the former Cyber ​​was afraid of the latter, being forgotten equals death, but what he expected was the former!

How can the will of iron and steel be overthrown by mere fear?

puff

The pain, the pain of being pierced by a sharp knife woke up Saibo from that kind of thinking. He raised his head, and his bloodshot eyes stared at the terrified short man.

The blade didn't pierce his heart or his chest, but was held in his hand. The pain, burning pain and blood came out from his palm, and the heat flow appeared again This time, he probably finally got used to everything and recalled the forgotten past again. This time, the heat flow was activated by his desire to wake up from that torture.

first! Actively activated by him!

Like the opened eyes of a beast in the night, like the first cry of death!

Ahem...I have to thank you...

Sable whispered that the short man was petrified. He had never seen even one person who could voluntarily escape from that kind of fear. Sable was the first.

He was the first guy to conquer his fear.

You reminded me of something I had forgotten, as a thank you...

Saibo's right hand suddenly stretched out, flicked lightly on the edge of the short man's arm, his palm went numb, and the short knife appeared in Saibo's bloody left hand, dancing between the fingers like a butterfly piercing a flower He held it a few times, and then held it firmly, like a black awn that was deeper than darkness across the short man's neck.

This death is for you.