Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Catherine returned to Gotham immediately with the toxin samples, and the Little Devils left a few people in New York to observe the increasingly chaotic confrontation between mutants and humans, and by the way helped the surrendered toads and El Salvador angels to store some talented mutants people.

The Devil Gang is not a dump, they want everyone, but Catherine welcomes those mutants who can follow the rules to migrate to Gotham to live under the Devil Gang. Anyway, New York is like hell for them now. Of course, If they don't know the rules, the devil gang will teach them the rules.

Another group of people, Coulson and Hawkeye, rushed back to the Delta Wing Building with the captured prisoners and some secret items. Nick Fury spent more than half a month of internal review work without any clue. In an accidental encounter, it was completed crookedly. This is indeed a major breakthrough in the internal investigation of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Of course, they just grasped a clue, and it will take a long time to find the real behind-the-scenes boss, but anyway, having clues is much better than having no clues.

But for now, let's turn our attention away from Cyber ​​and S.H.I.E.L.D. to another character that we've all but forgotten.

Little Naughty is wearing a long windbreaker. In the not-so-cold weather in New York, she is in need of warmth, holding her hands on her shoulders, as if she was trying to survive the long night alone on the snowy field in Canada several years ago. Similarly, compared with the simple hunger and fear at that time, the loneliness and despair now are obviously more unbearable.

The few years of living in Gotham have brought changes that cannot be ignored for this girl. In front of her golden hair is a strand of white hair mixed in, which is not weird, but has a special charm, plus this The little girl's appearance is absolutely superior, her figure is uneven, and she always attracts a lot of unexplained eyes when she walks on the road.

But Little Rascal just walked in silence. She was walking on the street that became very quiet due to one after another demonstrations. She was carrying the bag Xia Sen threw to her, which contained enough money for her to live independently and some change of clothes. , enough for her to travel the world, but the problem is: this girl doesn't want to go anywhere.

She was just like a walking dead, stubbornly heading towards the place where Washington's mutant disease antidote was distributed.

does it worth?

This question came to her mind again. This is the number of times she has considered this question in the past few days. She is tired of it. She covered her ears with her hands and shook her head vigorously, as if she wanted to use this method. Toss the question out of your mind.

She forced herself not to think about it, because she was afraid that the next moment she would turn around and board the train back to Gotham, and the farther she was from that place, the more she felt that she had made a wrong and stupid choice.

Longing is poison, which has penetrated deep into the bone and cannot be eradicated.

Hey, little beauty, do you want a date?

Just as Little Rascal picked up a lady's cigarette and leaned tiredly against the corner trying to calm himself down, a few guys dressed in gaudy clothes, with messy tattoos, who were clearly drugged and high, walked out of the side alley Come out and surround the little rascal with a weird smile.

One of them stretched out his hand and put it on Xiaonaughty's delicate chin, with an anxious smile on his face:

Want to play with us?

Little Naughty's train of thought was interrupted, she looked at the few lifeless things in front of her, her eyes were very clear, such guys would not dare to approach her in Gotham, the Devil Gang gave them enough deterrence, they Only as far away as possible.

And these addicts in front of her, they are arrogant, arrogant, stupid, and disgusting, are these ordinary people she wants to be?

This is the group she dreamed of joining?

Is she out of her mind?

OK!

Little Naughty nodded expressionlessly, reached out and rolled up the sleeves of her arms, revealing the ghost tattoo on her arm, she shook her neck, the exquisite bleeding devil's head was looming on her neck, she put the lady's cigarette in her mouth With a corner of his mouth, he took the initiative to turn around and walk into the alley, and turned his head to wink at those dizzy guys:

Come on, handsome guys, I'll let you have a good time.

The high-spirited addicts who were stimulated by marijuana looked at each other a few times, and they all saw the excitement and joy in each other's eyes. Their instinctive perception had been completely destroyed by the drug, and they didn't realize the hidden dangers in it. Dangerous, under the lead of the first guy, they impatiently followed the little rascal into the alley, and already started to take off their pants in a hurry.

Little Naughty stood there, showing her beautiful figure without a doubt. She reached out and threw the cigarette at the corner of her mouth aside, exhaled, and reached out to take off the black gloves she had been wearing all the time.

When you are troubled, there must always be a channel to vent. Maybe it is time to learn from Cyber ​​Boss's way of venting. I heard that violence always makes people feel happy.

Three minutes later, the last junkie ran out of the alley like crazy. The panic on his face was like meeting a crazy beast. It seemed that a tiger was chasing him, and he let out a terrified cry. , but at the moment when he was about to step out of the alley, a slender figure appeared behind him, putting his almost perfect fingers on his shoulders.

Little Rascal felt the unique warmth of life coming from her fingers. She moaned comfortably, and there were two touches of warm red on her cheeks. , sliding her fingers on his rapidly aging face, seeing the addict's rapidly wrinkled face and rapidly increasing white hair, she chuckled:

Why run? Am I not cute? Didn't I please you guys?

Little Rascal asked softly, her smile fell into the addict's eyes, she was no different from the devil, the poor guy screamed like a castrated tenor, rolled his eyes, and fainted past.

call

The girl stretched out her hand and casually threw the half-life guy into the alley behind him. He was lucky. His companion had already set foot on the road to hell amidst the splashing blood. At least he still had his life. .

Little Rascal took out a makeup mirror from her pocket, put it in front of her eyes, stretched out her fingers, and wiped away the last drop of blood on her cheeks. She looked at her reddening lips, as if she had drunk blood. Looking into her own eyes, those eyes with blankness and bewilderment, she said softly:

It's just a little mistake... an occasional indulgence.

She closed her eyes, put the makeup mirror back in her pocket, as if talking to herself:

It's time to make a decision, Anna Marie, don't let yourself look down on yourself!

Fifteen minutes later, Little Naughty was sitting in the back seat of a taxi, looking at the noisy square in front of her. Two groups of people were fighting crazily. It was as if they were about to fight a group fight with more than 2,000 people. Looking at the driver in a daze, she asked:

Are you sure it's here?

Of course, I'm sure, I've sent at least 100 people here in the past two days! By the way, my name is Dupont.

The young Indian driver turned around enthusiastically, and said to Little Rascal: Most are mutants, and there are a small number of ordinary people. Speaking of which, ma'am, are you a mutant too? Come to receive that kind of drug injection?

Little Rascal hesitated for a moment, then nodded:

um, yes.

Oh, that would be too bad.

The Indian driver shrugged and said very familiarly: Actually, I don't understand why you want to give up your identities and become ordinary people? What's so good about the lives of ordinary people? Look at me , I am still working hard to improve myself, and I want to become Mr. Deadpool's real assistant.

He spread his hands, slowly parked the car on the side of the road, and said to Little Rascal: The lives of ordinary people are extremely boring. After I occasionally came into contact with Mr. Deadpool, I felt that my previous life was meaningless.

But at least you can enjoy everything you deserve without paying any hellish price!

The little naughty retorted: You don't need to be regarded as freaks by others, and you don't need to live under accusations! You can't understand our pain!

pain?

The Indian driver snorted, turned off the taxi meter nonchalantly, and said slowly, Do you think I will enjoy the life of working 16 hours a day to support myself and my family? Do you think it's worth it? In any respectful situation, will I carefully savor any kind of family love?

Come on!

He danced and said, I have been in love with Gemma for 4 years, but Pandu can take Gemma away from me just because he is rich, so tell me, how much is your so-called love worth?

Ordinary people, us, us ordinary people have to pay a lot just to survive, which a child like you can't see! Is it hard to be treated as a freak? Is it hard to be accused? Damn!

The taxi driver couldn't help but patted the steering wheel, and said like venting:

I sent a cold and wooden guy in military uniform from the airport to the East Side of New York yesterday, and he didn't say a word to me, and he didn't care about everything I said, let me go Just a dispensable bastard... Then tell me, little girl, is it uncomfortable to be accused? Or is it more uncomfortable to live humble and without dignity like us?

Don't be stupid, in my country, people are divided into many classes by nature, I thought the same as you when I was a child, thinking that my blood is preventing me from getting a better life, but no! It has nothing to do with race, it has nothing to do with The blood has nothing to do with it!

The Indian driver breathed out and snorted, If you couldn't get the things you wanted when you were a mutant, you won't get them after you become an ordinary person. These things have nothing to do with your identity. If you If you think it’s just your race that’s holding you back, that just means you’re living like an ostrich, and you’ve never fought for what you want...The fare is 35 yuan 5, and you’ll be charged 36!”

Little Naughty stopped talking. The taxi driver spoke very directly and mercilessly, as if he had slapped her directly in the face, but seeing the driver's indifferent expression, he probably didn't want to talk anymore So the little rascal took out a hundred-yuan bill and stuffed it on the co-pilot next to him.

She opened the car door and whispered:

Thank you, but I think I should have my own ideas.

Just after she took a few steps, the driver suddenly rolled down the window and shouted at her:

Hey, little girl, do you know what you look like now? Like a runaway kid who knows he's wrong but stubbornly refuses to turn back, but trust me, your family won't abandon you for that Yes! Trust your family and friends, stop being a fool, don't hurt yourself! Don't hurt them!

When you can turn back...turn back!

Little Naughty shook his hand at him without looking back. On the front, the tears in her eyes dripped down on her cheeks. She remembered the breakup between her and Catherine in the heavy rain in Gotham, and thought of what the boss said to her. Those words, thinking of Xia Sen's indifferent face when he left at the end, these images were entangled together, instantly made her eyes dim with tears, and her heart twitched in pain at this moment:

Thank you, Dupont.

But... I've hurt them, and there's no turning back.