Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Wayne Manor was burned during the Narrow Isle War. This is an entire building complex, so its reconstruction will last a year or even longer. During this period, Bruce Wayne, the son of Gotham, had to Live in a room in Wayne Mansion with his heart-wrenching old housekeeper.

Frankly speaking, compared to the quiet and beautiful suburbs, the Wayne Mansion, a building in the city center, is indeed tall and magnificent, but it is too noisy, and the coming and going of people is not conducive to concealment. After being almost spotted several times, Bruce Wayne finally made up his mind.

He recreated a Batcave in another secluded location, just as a substitute, of course.

At midnight, the Batmobile with its stealth mode turned on silently crossed the remote streets that had long been deserted. In the darkness, it seemed that a deeper shadow flowed through the air. It was hard to imagine that this armored vehicle that resembled a tank The huge tires that are one person tall will roll over the ground silently.

It's actually not silent, it's as quiet as an ordinary car, but for its unique size, it's the perfect stealth mode.

click

The shell of the vehicle slid outwards, revealing a complex interface full of various buttons and displays. Bruce Wayne, wearing a batsuit, jumped out of it. His body was a little staggered. When he jumped to the ground, He reached out and covered his ribs.

There, there was a bloody wound, as if he had been scratched by a sharp weapon. It was hard to imagine that he would be scratched to such an extent while wearing the super protective second-generation batsuit .

Seeing that Bruce was injured, Alfred hurriedly put down the hot coffee in his hand, walked over quickly, held Bruce's arm,

What's going on here?

The old housekeeper asked in surprise. He examined his wound carefully and said in a low voice, I don't think anyone in this city can hurt you like this, or did you rush into their encirclement?

No, Ah Fu, it's not.

Bruce took off his bat suit with difficulty, the wound on his ribs looked even more ferocious, and his back and chest were covered with various scars, just like a veteran of the cold weapon era, which made people feel It looked shocking.

It's not easy to be a hero, especially in a city like Gotham, where the villains will grit their teeth and try to die with him in every way at the last moment, and the end result of abiding by the rules is that he often needs to suffer a lot that could have been avoided hurt.

In less than two months, he was covered with wounds all over his body.

I've treated the wound, sew it up for me, Fu.

Bruce was naked to the waist, leaning back on the chair exhaustedly. Alfred took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, brightened the lights in the basement, and then took the sutures and began to sew up the wound. During the process, Bruce's expression remained the same. Somewhat bad.

While his wound was being stitched up, his mind was ruminating on another question.

Ah Fu, there are new enemies in this city...

He muttered to himself, The mutants are still a gang. When I hunted them down, I heard them using their mobile phones to communicate with each other. This may be a new criminal organization.

Well...

The pain from his ribs made him grunt, and then he saw Alfred who took off his glasses and heaved a sigh of relief.

Master, you know, the last step of stitching is always painful, by the way, did you just say mutants?

The old butler sat back in his seat, took a sip of hot coffee,

No, mutants will not appear in Gotham. The base camp of radical mutants is in the south, while the moderates are near New York. Gotham lacks the basis for the organization of mutants. The previous mayor even initiated a secret deportation operation. In short, this place is probably a restricted area for mutants.

But I met, Ah Fu!

Bruce touched the wound that seemed to be cut open by a sharp blade with his arm, and grinned, In the dark, there is a guy who can turn his arms into weapons. He sneaks up close and his martial arts skills are terrible, but the blade I was caught off guard, but they ran away in the end.

He leaned back on the chair, looking at the dimmed light above his head,

This is really a failed hunt, but my biggest concern now is, what are these mutants doing in Gotham?

Looking at him, Alfred felt heartbroken and proud. The young master who once needed his protection has now grown up and is engaged in a career that can make him great, but what hurts his heart is that if he If this continues, his bodily functions will suffer serious damage due to these minor injuries.

Alfred didn't want to see the last blood of the Wayne family end up in pain, so he persuaded,

Master, I'm not trying to prevent you from maintaining the justice in your heart, but you are a mortal, you have limits, sometimes, you need to stop and rest, and then go on the road again.

Bruce shook his hand, he tilted his head to look at the black batsuit hanging beside him, and at the black helmet on the table.

I have limits...I know, but he doesn't! He shouldn't have limits...Okay, Fu, I'll rest, don't worry, this time I won't be perfunctory for you...

Drip, drop, drop

The sudden ringtone interrupted the conversation between the two of them. Alfred got up and took out his mobile phone. Seeing the number, he couldn't help but look up at Bruce, then connected it, and played Amplified, and then put it on the table, he asked while drinking coffee,

Ah, it's Mr. Sable. How was your trip to New York going?

Fu... Mr. Afu, you haven't rested yet! Judging from your age, you need a healthier routine. Oh, by the way, is Bruce there?

Saibo got straight to the point, and Ah Fu couldn't laugh or cry when he said this, Bruce coughed lightly, and agreed,

I'm here, Cyber, what do you want?

You went out to fight for justice tonight, did you meet some mutants? You also fought with them, right?

Bruce's expression immediately became subtle, he pondered for a moment,

Well, yes, but I'm curious how you know that.

Simple, I got their accomplices out, this son of a bitch is trying to sneak up on me, I need your help, I've just been to the Batcave, but it looks like it's been idle for a while, so, Where should I find you now?

Bruce pursed his lips, and finally he breathed a sigh of relief.

Let me go find you, at your villa?

Ok, I will wait for you.

The call was interrupted, Bruce and Ah Fu looked at each other, and saw the thinking in each other's eyes.

So, these mutants are actually targeting him?

Bruce rubbed his chin, Looks like I have to go out tonight.

Well, I also think you'd better go out.

Afu reached out and took out a data storage card from the drawer, and threw it to Bruce, Lucius gave it to me 2 hours ago, you must be interested.

The old housekeeper put down the cup in his hand, stretched himself,

Your little friend instigated a group of dockworkers from Narrow Island. Led by that devil gang, they rushed into Narrow Island, which is currently occupied by two gangsters. It took less than an hour and a half. Use the advantage of firepower and numbers to defeat the two gangsters.

They used some weapons that were not so 'proper'.

Ah Fu turned and walked towards the gate, he waved his hand back,

I think they have actually done a good thing. Also, I think what Saibo said is quite reasonable. An old man like me really needs a healthier routine. My young master, take the key with you. I want rest.

On the other side, Bruce Wayne's expression became quite ugly when he saw the images of bloody conflicts jumping on the screen of his mobile phone, especially when he saw Seb destroying the building with a grenade launcher. When he was on the third floor of the object, the flames flickering in his eyes almost jumped out.

A moment later, he got on the batsuit silently, jumped into the Batmobile, and disappeared into the not-so-cloudy night of Gotham.

Saibo was sitting on the first floor of the villa. Dad and Robin had already rested. He was still wearing that black trench coat, sitting like a sculpture in the living room with only one light turned on.

Two black bone spurs were placed on the table in front of him. The body of the sneak attacker had been thrown into the sea. He reached out and picked up one of the bone spurs, and put it in front of his eyes to observe carefully. The darkness could no longer block his gaze. Devour gave him extra night vision.

In his eyes, every line on the black bone spur was even clearly visible.

This thing has the function of paralysis. He felt it when he was hit just now. It should be a kind of biological anesthetic, and this thing is extremely strong. It takes him a lot of effort to carve marks on it with a knife. But conical spurs are difficult to throw with ordinary methods.

In other words, this thing was probably made by the little mutant with his own ability, and then shot it out with his own ability, and used it for a sneak attack at close range, without anyone noticing it.

These mutants... really have tricks.

Saibo snorted, and threw the bone spur on the table casually. He closed his eyes, and his left hand fingers jumped lightly on the scabbard on the table. His breathing became even, as if he had entered a special After a while, he turned his head to look at the specially opened window.

I knew that you could never learn to walk the right way.

Beside the window, Batman, dressed in black and with a black cloak fluttering in the wind, was already standing there silently. His battle armor had obviously been remodeled, making it look thicker and stronger than before, and the black bat emblem on his chest was even stronger. It is conspicuous, the connection between the helmet and the battle armor is seamless, and several hooks are added to the wide metal belt to fix the claw gun and other gadgets.

He stood there, with the night as the background, looking at Seber in front of him, and whispered,

Why incite those workers to go to a dangerous place?

Seber made a headache gesture, he took out a few pieces of paper from the sofa next to him, with scribbled strokes on it, he put the thing on the table, and motioned for Batman to sit across from him.

This matter is over and I hope there will be no cracks in our 'good' relationship because of this matter.

Saber pursed his lips, looked at the serious eyes of Batman sitting across from him, he sighed, and made a gesture of surrender, Well, it's my fault that I didn't notify you in advance, but this matter I spoke to Commissioner Gordon about it, and he agreed, otherwise why isn't there a single policeman patrolling around Narrow Island tonight?

Gordon is a good man. You and I both know that he is in a state of distress and the people don't trust him. He needs to make some achievements to prove his ability, and I am also very upset with those bastards who occupy Narrow Island. Even if it is you, I think you will use your own way to punish them.

Saibo opened his hands and put them on the sofa. He pointed his fingers on his forehead and tapped it a few times.

I just helped you do what you wanted to do...so, no thanks!

If I have to say that there is something wrong with me, it is probably putting innocent people in danger, but when you think about it carefully, when we are in danger, we can't wait forever for a hero to save us, so in the end , we have to learn to save ourselves, don’t we?”

You, Batman, can you save everyone?

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At this moment, his collar was grabbed violently, his body was lifted up, and Batman's eyes fixed on him,

I'll punish them, yes, but I won't gamble with other people's lives, and you, you never value life, and you have endless nonsense! You bastard!

There was peace in Saber's eyes.