Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path: 1. I have a life

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The Gotham harbor at night is always like this, quiet, dead, and unspeakable depression.

Daytime belongs to the day of the successful, and night belongs to the night of the mice. Order and chaos have never been so obvious in the same place, if you are an old resident of Gotham, then you should know a rule long ago: do n’t go around at night Run around.

You will not only lose your wallet, but for the first time, you may lose your life.

It has never been a good place to live and work in peace and contentment, but there are people who have nowhere to go ... Wait, I mean, there is nowhere to go, which literally means.

"Wow, wow"

Slightly dirty sea water is beating on the coast, adding a special touch to the already deep night. A fish wagging its tail carefully, trying to swim across the sea to breathe the air. The weather tonight is terrible. It is probably going to rain.

All of a sudden.

"Poof"

Heavy objects falling from the sky hit the water, and the splashing water scared the poor fish towards the bottom of the sea, and the moment the heavy object hit the surface of the sea, the cold water was running down his nostrils and ears , Mouth poured into his body, let him wake up from the bad chaos the next moment.

"cough cough ... Damn it, where is this?"

The man in pajamas struggled to maintain a balance on the sea, trying hard not to sink into the water, but still a muddy brain could not complete this action, and finally he could only observe the surroundings while sipping The water crossed the dark coast.

In this not-so-warm weather, immersed in the icy sea water for 10 minutes, coupled with the light and soggy pajamas, when waiting for the shore, the exhausted man lay down on the beach, I don't want to get up again.

He gasped and looked at the sky with no starlight above his head, then reached out and touched his chest. Yes, there were three burnt bullet holes in his pajamas, but what about blood? What about the wound?

The already broken heart was still beating strong and powerful, and his thoughts became chaotic. Eventually, he gave up thinking. Since these things that he had never believed before had already appeared ... then accept it.

"Hahaha"

The man who fell from the sky chuckled twice, then gestured towards the sky with his middle finger, climbed up from the beach, and threw the piece of pajamas soaked with blood and bullet marks into the sea, bare upper body , Step by step toward the light that was still on in the distance from the port.

After saying goodbye to the past, he was exhausted, um ... maybe with a hint of luck in escaping from death.

The "Old Gun" bar, the most lively place in the Gotham harbor mouth area 3 years ago, no longer interested in 3 years later, of course not because Christian old man's craftsmanship regressed, but because the stubborn character old man refused to take charge of this "Friendship" of Russian gangsters in the region.

As a veteran, old man does n’t allow those messy things to happen on his site. This insistence once won him praise, but now, he is in trouble. Not all dock workers will be in Jamie ’s doglegs. Under personal threats, he still insisted on drinking at old man.

After all, it ’s just a glass of wine, there ’s no need to risk your life to drink it, right?

old man has been persisting for 1 month, no one knows how long he can persist, but according to Jamie's character and his rules, if old man continues to be tough, some bad things might happen.

At 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, a heavy rain fell, crackling the window, white hair, Christian wearing a worn leather jacket standing behind some worn bar, wiping the wine glass, these jobs should not be his It was done, but three days ago, after the last buddy/waiter also took the $ 500 in the old man bar counter without saying goodbye, he could only come by himself.

Three dressed up bells and whistles are sitting in the corner gambling money, the most crude dice game, you ca n’t expect these guys who dropped out of school to play blackjack on the tall, they are not customers, they are just Jamie The dog legs sent to harass old man.

This is just a small bar, no music, no singers, no messy decoration, full of a retro flavor, and on a stormy night, probably no one will come here, so old man is ready to close after 10 minutes , I might have to use my old spring field to drive away these little bastard(s).

At this time, "Ding Dong"

The door of the bar was pushed open, old man and the gangsters raised their heads at the same time, and then they saw a strangely dressed guy come in. It was a yellow man with a dirty black shirt on his upper body sweater, it seems from which garbage dump it was picked up. He just wore a pair of pajamas and bare feet in the lower body, and looked like a vain tramp.

old man instinctively wanted to scold him out, however, the man raised his head, first glanced at the whole bar without looking at old man, but focused on those three who had started playing again There was a grin on the corner of his mouth, and he strode over.

old man silently started to wipe the glass again, and placed the other hand on the wooden handle of Lao Chuntian under the counter. The smile he knew ... that was not the expression that should appear on the tramp, but why not Anyway, it was Jamie ’s shredded dog legs anyway.

As Christian old man put on a look of hilarious expression, this dirty man also dealt with those bells and whistles.

"Hi, buddy/waiter, can I join you?"

This guy rubbed his hands, showing a very interested expression, very fluent English, with a hint of Californian accent, this should be a good rhythm to say hello, but his dirty appearance and Unpleasant taste, but gave him a serious score, the green dye on his head glanced at him, and he turned his attention to the dice in his hand and gave him A cold voice,

"Go!"

The man was not annoyed, but continued to grin and said, "Do n’t be like this, buddy/waiter, give me a chance, my dice roll technique is great!"

The green-haired **** was disturbed twice, and was already impatient, but just as he clenched his fists, the tall, thin young man with gray hair that sat opposite him, stopped himself. The companion, then looked at this uninvited man with a sneer,

"To join? Yes ... But what do you use as a bargaining chip? You do n’t even have a penny? So go back to the garbage dump and pick up the burger. That ’s where you should stay. Hahaha "

After the talk, the three little **** laughed at the same time, but the young man just shrugged his shoulders, opened the chair and sat up, his hands naturally rested on the table, and said seriously,

"Look, I am a healthy adult. I have hands, legs, and ..."

"Hi, bastard, we are not interested in men!"

The last little guy with red hair felt insulted. He slapped the table impatiently on the table, shaking the beer on his hand all over the table. "Especially like you! Quick! Get out of here! "

Under the glare of the three people, the tramp spread his hands unhurriedly and finished his second sentence,

"Well ... I mean, I have a life. I ’ll bet on it with you, fair?"

After this sentence was spoken, the whole bar was quiet, and the three little **** were speechless, but they were not scared or shocked. Their first reaction was that this guy is a lunatic. ?

Then the second reaction was to be happy!

It ’s not easy to ask for life under Brother Jamie. He often arranges some less important gang members to do some very "dangerous" things. For these three guys, unfortunately, they just Belong to the less important peripheral members, otherwise it will not be scheduled to threaten an unarmed old man at this time.

Unfortunately, after 3 days, there was a "dangerous" deal ... Then at this time, a madman who didn't seem to care about his life was sent to the door, and there was a better one. Things?

The three men exchanged glances, and finally the guy with the silver-gray hair opened his mouth. He tried to make his expression fiercer. It seemed to be imitating Jamie, he lowered his voice,

"Do you know what you mean by this sentence?"

"Uh huh."

The dirty young man shrugged, obviously, he knew.

"Do you know the end of not keeping your promise? A guy who cheated us last month was thrown into Gotham harbor. Now that the body has not been found, do you understand what I mean?"

"Okay, no need to say more, give me a pair of dice, I lose, I will naturally do what you say."

The young man leaned casually on the chair, pointing at his disgusting sweater and saying, "Look at my current state, do you think I'm still afraid of death?"

"Okay! Cole, give him a pair of dice!"

The young man with green hair put a pair of dice in front of the young man. He reached for the dice and looked at it, then raised his head and grinned a big smile toward the three little bastards,

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to say, my name is ... forget it, call me Cyber, Cyber, um ... Cyber? Hawk."

"No one wants to know what your name is, let ’s get started, trash man."

Cole taunted relentlessly, and then began to shake the dice in his hand, and the other two also started to shake, they played the simplest kind, 3 dice, the smallest point to give money, as simple as 3 years old Children will play, but judging from the scattered banknotes and coins that are placed next to them, these three guys are quite big.

Cyber likes this kind of occasion, likes this kind of opponent, three stunned heads, the most important thing is what he needs most now, these three guys have all the hands, and it is still rainy night outside, and there is thunder There is only one old man who has been watching here.

"Fate cares for me!"

Cyber came up with a word without a head and a tail, and then reached out and picked up the dice in front of it together with the outer wooden box, smashed it on the table, and then waited for the others to react, the first one opened Occlusion box.

"18 o'clock! Look, I said that, destiny cares for me!"

The three **** were dumbfounded and exchanged glances with each other. Then they placed the three bills at Cyber's hand and started shaking again. The second round started.

"Oh, it's 18 o'clock again, so lucky!"

The third game, "Look, it's 18 o'clock again, am I really **** off, am I right?"

The fourth game, "tch tch, I do n’t even know what to say."

"Bang!"

Cole ’s fists hit the table, and he felt humiliated again. With anger, Cole ’s left hand was wiped on his belt, and then he slammed it against the table. The dagger was stuck at the hand of Cyber, the black handle was still trembling slightly, Cole looked at Cyber like a irritated bull, and scolded loudly,

"Thousands of your TM! Bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

"Hey, calm down, buddy/waiter!"

Cyber does not look at the dagger in hand, but slowly picks up the banknotes in front of him, stacks them together, and casually says, "Your knife that has never seen blood can't hurt anyone, bet That ’s how it happens on the table. If you lose, you win. Instead of shouting at me, you can sit down and play a few more. Maybe you will turn over the book, wo n’t you? ”

At this point, a blind man can also see that this Cyber is not normal. Normal people will not respond to the daggers on their hands, but they are Jamie ’s dog legs anyway. The self-defense thing is not just a dagger. So, when Cyber raised his head, a silvery metal hole pressed against his head.

That's ... a gun.