Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Prestige is a good thing.

For ambitious people, prestige is definitely an indispensable decoration. How do strangers identify whether a leader is worth following or not, and how to judge whether an influence value is worth paying attention to? Prestige is the first judgment factor.

No one will expect much from an unknown guy. The era when heroes started from recklessness has long passed. When a group of people are groping in the dark, those who have a halo all over their bodies can illuminate the way forward. People will be surrounded by their instincts.

Then, like a snowball, it got bigger and bigger, and finally became a big force sitting on one side.

But reputation also has its disadvantages. Once you are followed by too many people, trouble always comes later.

Boss, just yesterday, more than 500 mutants flooded into Gotham's pier area.

Lewis bit the chicken leg in his hand with a headache, and complained to Seber who was drinking porridge: They came from all over the country, and the furthest one even smuggled in from Brazil. They don't know anything about Gotham, they It's just clamoring to see you and join the devil gang.

Saibo was unmoved, he blew on the warm porridge, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and then said:

How much did you take?

Not one confiscated!

Lewis spread his greasy hands, and said helplessly, Little girl Shauna went back to study in London. We have no way to discern their thoughts. I left them all at Pier 11, but we can't just keep them like this. ?”

How is the composition of the staff?

Seber asked again, and this time it was Cooper who answered. This guy is now the deputy director of the Port Authority's Immigration Administration. He still looks like a pair of floral shirts and beach pants. While he is dividing the pizza on the plate, while saying:

Well, those who can come to us in exile will definitely not be too well-behaved. They are all low-level mutants below the gamma level, and most of them are homeless guys, and a small number are engaged in some Not a good job... thieves, burglars, fugitives, etc., don't ask, you can tell by their eyes.

He took a bite of the pizza and shrugged:

After removing the status of mutants, they are like a bunch of refugees.

Um...

Saibo picked up the tablecloth and wiped his mouth, a thought flashed in his eyes, and after a while, he said:

Did Harvey call a few days ago and say that the gangsters in Mexico are acting abnormally?

Hearing this, Lewis threw away the chicken bones, wiped his fingers with a tablecloth, and said disdainfully:

Those bastards are always trying to take our territory, and they will fail this time! Harvey's army will tear every bone out of them!

No no no, I mean...

A calm smile appeared on the corner of Seber's mouth, and he said softly: I mean, since there are a group of mutants who are crying and clamoring to join us, why do we let our brothers fight and bleed?

He reached out and picked up a piece of boiled corn, and pulled out the kernels little by little. He snorted:

Blood brings loyalty, doesn't it? Throw them and the mutants who came after them on the battlefield in Mexico. The war will tell us who is trustworthy. Let Toad and his brothers lead this group of guys.

Lewis and Cooper glanced at each other, the latter hesitated, took a bite of the pizza, and said softly:

But boss, throwing such a group of rookies with no combat experience directly into the battlefield of drug lords, I'm afraid they will... be wiped out. This may not be good for your reputation.

If you die, you die, and you die clean!

Saibo shook his hands: Fame? What's the use of that thing? Are you really planning to build a nation in Gotham? Don't be stupid! Cruelty is the good reputation we should pursue now, to scare away those cowards and attract those A real mainstay.

He snorted, picked up the corn kernels on the plate with chopsticks and threw them into his mouth. He glanced at his subordinates:

Those who can't fight and don't want to work hard, what do I want to do with those bastards who only want to enjoy the shade under the big tree? Do I raise them for Christmas?

Okay, boss, we got it!

Lewis and Cooper shared the rest of the pizza, and the two left the villa. Saibo rested on the chair, and May, wearing an apron, tidied up the table with a cold face, and cleaned the room without saying a word. , after Dorothy left, the house soon ushered in another more indifferent maid.

ding dong

The sound of the doorbell made Saibo open his eyes from his rest. He glanced at May, and then went to open the door in his pajamas and slippers. As a result, the moment the door opened, a little guy threw himself into his arms .

Uncle Sable! Here I come again!

Damian Wayne, who had black hair, was full of vigor, and was wearing a decent black suit, jumped from his father's arms into Seber's arms like a cannonball.

This swift blow made Sable stunned for a moment, but then he smiled and patted the little guy's head, and pouted at the Wayne couple standing outside the door, motioning for them to come in. Damian walked into the house, picked up a piece of candy and stuffed it into his hand, and patted his head:

Go and play with your sister Catherine, they are going to meet some good friends today, you can go with them.

Damian snorted coolly:

I don't play with girls, and I don't know their friends.

Hahaha

Seber laughed and patted him on the shoulder, and winked at Damian very mysteriously: Go, I assure you, little man, if you don't go today, you will regret it for the rest of your life. A good friend I've never seen before.

Damian hesitated for a moment, he knew that this mysterious Uncle Seber would not lie to him, after all he was red. The devil was coming, he looked back at his father and mother, and in the end it was Rachel who took Damian upstairs to find Catherine and those little girls are still sleeping soundly.

Leaving Seber and Bruce in the living room, everyone knew that these two people had something to say.

Speaking of which, why are you so busy coming to my place today?

Sable personally poured a cup of tea for Bruce. The latter was dressed in casual attire, changed from his usual serious manner, and his face was full of leisure and happiness. He glanced at Sable and asked softly:

Can't I come and see an old friend?

Seber snorted and sat opposite Bruce, crossing his legs:

Where's Ah Fu?

Ah Fu is not in good health recently. I sent him to Rome for vacation. He may have to spend a long recovery period there.

There was a hint of sadness on Bruce's face: He is old after all, and the weather in Gotham is not very suitable for retirement.

Saber took a sip of the hot tea, he waved his hand:

Don't worry, people like Ah Fu will live a long life.

It seems like a wonderful blessing, but it's not just a blessing. According to some psycho, as long as the people around Batman stay in Gotham, they will never die.

It's hard to say if it's an evil blessing, but the only thing that's certain is: Old Ah Fu will definitely see his young master grow up safely.

The conversation between the two men is always accompanied by a lot of silence, but the atmosphere is not awkward. Speaking of which, it has been a long time since these two guys sat and chatted peacefully together.

I said, there are a lot of mutants flooding into Gotham these days, and you are famous now. How does it feel to be a star?

Bruce waved the newspaper in his hand towards Saibo. The page was full of introductions about Saibo. In the case of insufficient information, the reporters on the east coast gave full play to their brain power. In one week, seven completely different background stories were created for Cyber.

From the down-and-out nobles in the far east, to the mysterious families born in Gotham, and even the most flamboyant tabloids claiming that Seber does not exist at all, what people saw that day was only the projection of the mysterious Professor X in people's minds false memory.

Facing this teasing question, Seber shrugged:

After Sergey broke the leg of the 7th reporter who tried to sneak a photo, no one dared to disturb my life anymore, so if you have to ask, I will say that it has not changed from before...

When he said this, he paused, looked up at Bruce, and emphasized his tone:

Are you worried that mutants entering Gotham will affect the city's bad but orderly order?

Um.

Bruce nodded, without denying Seber's statement, he pondered for a moment, and said:

The clown's recent actions are a bit weird. He seems to have sensed something, you know, like rats and snakes that have sensed the approaching earthquake, and will flee ahead of time. Although he didn't escape, he restrained his actions. I started to re- Monitored the city, and found a lot of bad signs.

He raised his head, a look of solemnity flashed in his eyes:

Big things will happen in Gotham. I have a hunch that it won't be smaller than the last shadow warrior invasion. At this time, I really don't want another force to enter here again.

Saber spread his hands:

Look, the devils keep the agreement, we're not expanding, as for the mutants, I can guarantee they won't affect the city, oh my god, it's messed up enough, the city is yours, I have no idea Hold a hot potato in my arms, and I won't make trouble for myself.

He sighed, shook his hands in a melancholy manner, and said lazily:

I may have to leave Gotham again in a few days. This time it will take longer. There are many troublesome things waiting for me to do, so you can do whatever you want, and don't worry about the Devil Gang.

Um.

Bruce nodded, changed his style of painting, touched the teacup and asked softly, I'm here this time to ask for help. I heard that you have dealt with those ninja organizations in Japan before?

Um?

Saber froze for a moment: The Hand and the Foot? Haven't they been uprooted? I did it myself.

Unfortunately, you didn't.

Bruce took out something from his arms and put it in front of Saibo. It was a dark red kunai with blood on it. Saibo picked it up and looked at it in front of his eyes:

Smells familiar...smells like one of those goddamn goblins, so, feet! Where did you find that?

He looks at Bruce, who points west:

Xicheng District, the penguin's sphere of influence, there was a murder there three days ago. Seven homeless people died unexpectedly. It feels like a cult sacrifice. I found this thing at the scene.

Saibo's eyes narrowed, the dark red kunai melted little by little under the burning of the orange light from his fingertips, and finally became a round ball, his nose twitched:

Well, I'll tell you all about the Foot and Hand, but frankly, I don't have time to help you right now, and if you need help, go to Lewis and Cooper in the Harbor District, by the way ...If you need help with high-end combat power, go to the Pier 14 sewers.

Saibo put the tea on his lips, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

I'd be happy to introduce my friends to you. They are also involved with the Hand and the Foot. Maybe they can help you.

That night, after having a dinner cooked by Seber himself, Damian followed Catherine, Emma and Clarice. Cornelia Hawkins, a female scientist who has never paid much attention to external affairs, was also pulled by them. When they came out, the five children were sneakily standing on Pier 14 in Gotham at dusk, as if they were waiting for something.

Sister Catherine, who are you going to meet?

Damian was playing with the bat knife that Saibo gave him. This strange weapon rolled around in the child's hand like a butterfly piercing a flower. This kid inherited his father's excellent blood. Has amazing talent.

Hush!

Catherine winked at Damian and blinked her eyes. She searched the sea in front of her eyes. When she saw four parallel ripples, the little girl immediately became excited. She waved the samurai sword in her hand and shouted loudly:

Tuigui, come here! I miss you to death!

The next moment, Michelangelo's huge body jumped out from under the sea, posed a handsome pose to the girls, and then fell into the sea again, followed by Raphael, then Donatello, and finally It was the steady Leonardo, who was like a perfect diving performance. This scene immediately caused the girls to scream, like fanatical fans.

Is there any pizza? Catherine, my good Moggie, swam all the way from New York and I'm starving!

Michelangelo and the four ninja turtles rushed ashore, held hands with Catherine and the girls, and talked very familiarly, while someone on the side was already frightened.

Snapped

The bat knife in Damian's hand fell directly to the ground, and the little man rubbed his eyes vigorously. He looked at Cornelia next to him for help:

Sister Cornelia, did you see that? That's... that... a big talking turtle?

At this time, the female scientist in the house also looked confused, she murmured to herself:

I always thought Catherine was lying to me...they, they actually exist, my God, grandpa will go crazy!