Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path: 3. old man’s new helper

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Cyber finally got his beer, and there was not a lot of macaroni. It was a supper left by old man.

Young people gobble up eating less tasty food. old man starts to wipe their glasses again. On the ground behind them, three bodies lie in different places. old man opens the window and the small bar The **** smell here has been swept away by the air in the night.

In fact, people who have never seen a bullet pierce the human body, it is difficult to believe that so much blood will flow out of the human body, just like a small red pool, disgusting, pungent, and full of death.

"Hoo ... I feel like the whole person is alive! Thank you, old man."

Cyber picked up the paper towel at hand, wiped his mouth, then swallowed the beer, and finally smashed the empty glass on the table, making a groan.

"Another drink!"

"No more, you just killed two people in my cruel gun, just for some change, you are a real villain, and you are still wearing clothes pulled from the dead, like a downright evil, Look at your eyes, you have no regrets ... "

Christian old man had a trace of disgust in his eyes. Although he said no, turned took a large glass of beer for Cyber, and rudely scolded, "Drink this cup and leave me, right Now, dispose of the body before I leave, I do n’t want Jamie ’s debris to come to trouble me. ”

"Jamie?"

Cyber's hand tapped gently on the handle of the cold wine glass. There was a trace of tiredness in his voice. Everything that happened before was stuck in his mind, making him look a little chaotic now, making him urgent now. Wanting to sleep, he yawned, picked up his glass and said casually,

"It's a really bad name, it sounds like a **** guy."

"Yeah, Jamie, the boss of this movie, the gangsters of the Russian gangster, ruthless and cruel, a ruthless character. Of the 10 missing people, at least 7 are related to him."

old man's mouth grinned with a malicious smile, "Guess who his new enemy is?"

Cyber glanced back at the three corpses, then tilted his head to look at old man, "So these disgusting black devil **** are under the guy's hand? This quality is too bad, even? An old man who can be blown down by the wind can turn them over. "

This malicious response made old man sneer. He turned his face and ignored the Cyber snickering.

"Have anyone told you that when you speak, it's like a real jerk."

"A lot of people have said so ..."

Cyber's face buried in the smoke flashed a complex look, and finally he flicked his fingers. I just left, and it ’s fair for me to solve these troubles for you, is n’t it fair? ”

"Hey! Boy, I got the last trouble!"

old man knocked on the table very dissatisfiedly, and then took a cigarette from the Cyber's cigarette case, took a sip, and wiped it out hard, "Yuck, what a woman smokes, and what do you say Are they my trouble? Maybe they are my guests? "

After talking, the old man pulled out a pipe from the counter, like a corn pipe in the style of MacArthur. After firing it, a spicy taste revives the confused Cyber spirit. Smashed his cigarette butt, picked up a coin, and kept beating on his fingers while playing,

"At 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, three little gangsters with tattoos, armed, sat in a bar with only one old man, this bar was on the nearest street by the port, and there were night workers on the dock, Your place where business should be booming is so deserted, so should I continue? "

old man let out a deep laughter, the rain outside the window seemed to be bigger, crackled on the window, the old-fashioned ceiling fan above his head creaked, he took a sip of smoke, and the top of the pipe had a red glow Lit up, he was speaking in the smoke,

"A smart person ... There are not many people like this in Gotham, ask, what do you want to know?"

"Where is this place? What time is it now?"

old man surprisedly looked at Cyber with its head down, and then said aloud, "Here, it is Gotham, you should have come from other cities? This is not a good place, now ..."

The old man looked back at the wall clock hanging on the wall, "2:37 at night."

"No, I mean which country is this? What's the date today? ... Forget it, give me today's newspaper!"

Before Cyber's was finished, he saw the newspaper that was put in the bar by old man, and reached out to get started and started, thanks to the knowledge he had learned, English was not difficult for him, but Ying The bold words in the first line of the eyes made Cyber frown.

"The resurrection of Bruce · Wayne? The son of Gotham has finally disappeared after 7 years of missing!"

"After the functional separation of the Stark Group is completed, can the 22-year-old son of the rich, Tony, be in charge?"

"During the California riots, the Mutant(s) radical group asked Congress to face the situation of Mutant(s) being discriminated against!"

Below the last news, there is also a huge color picture, which is a young man with open arms and spitting flames, and beside him, ordinary people flee everywhere.

Cyber's quickly turned to the upper right corner of the newspaper, where a black time remained, and as if mocked his hindsight.

"July 13, 2000 ... this is a terrible day."

As Cyber suddenly fell silent, Christian old man did not know how to continue the conversation, but for a few seconds, Cyber looked up again, looked at old man, and asked him to make him laugh. The problem.

He pointed to the thickened news in the newspaper and the handsome young man with sunglasses on the picture, and asked with some doubt,

"Is this Wayne industry famous locally? Who is this young man?"

old man looks at the Cyber like an alien. He takes off the pipe in his mouth. "You do n’t even know this? It looks like you came from a backcountry. Right? "

"Do n’t be kidding?"

Cyber's rolled his eyes and saw that he was really not in a good mood now. old man pondered for a while and then said readily,

"That young man is the successor of Bruce · Wayne, Wayne industry, and Wayne industry is the largest consortium of Gotham. More than one-tenth of Gotham people rely on it to eat. No one does not know him for the entire Gotham, 7 years He disappeared before, we all thought he was dead, but we didn't expect him to come back again. It was an authentic playboy, a celebrity, and he held several banquets when he came back. A very energetic and generous young man. .. um, how to say? He is also my boss! "

"Huh?"

Cyber's's eyes flickered, and he heard old man continue to organize the glasses while saying,

"Jamie ’s **** thought I would stand firm in the end to be a victim of his power? No, no, no, I ’m not stupid to that point, this bar is very valuable! I always know, so I have to give it to me The old buddy/waiter finds a decent successor, Bruce · Wayne is quite good, isn't it? His company is about to go public, they want to embark on the restoration of Gotham harbor business, they need a vibrant port, want a vibrant, recreational Places are always indispensable. "

Speaking, old man proudly put the pipe on his mouth again and talked to a stranger who had just met for less than an hour.

"Jamie never imagined that he thought it was just a drooping old man in front of him, but after 3 days, he would know how ridiculous he was wrong, he was the richest with the whole Gotham 'S Playboy is against, those big men just need to move their fingers, and his proud gang will disappear, so that he knows that he is just a wild dog picking up food in the garbage dump! "

"Fur ..."

The more and more excited old man leaned on the chair and reached out to untie his second button, revealing the corner of the tattoo on his chest, "I ’m old, I ca n’t hold the gun, but it ’s not just a random one. Wild dogs can grab meat from me! Everyone thought I would lose and I would die, but they did n’t know why I was stiff for a month. I ’m not a beaten and beaten person! "

When I heard old man spit out the second smoke ring, Cyber's tapped his finger on the bar, he raised his head and looked at old man who was also staring at him,

"You do n’t have to talk so much to an unknown stranger, so let ’s be honest, what do you need me to do? And what can I get? For the sake of this glass of wine, I think we can As before, cooperate again. "

"Hahaha, you villain who makes money!"

old man leaned over and supported the table with his left hand. "Fortunately, I was also when I was young, but I am old. They have to deal with me as a bullet. You are right. Jamie's patience. It ’s already over. If it ’s not you tonight, I ’m probably the one who fell to the ground. My most recent buddy/waiter stole me $ 500 and ran away, so the last three days and the days when the contract was transferred, I need a The new and cruel new helper stood with me. As for what you can get ... let me think about it. "

Christian old man tapped his finger on his forehead,

"$ 10,000, plus one that will allow you to integrate into the status of Gotham's, you know, although the security of this ghost place is very bad, although the gang is rampant, although more than a dozen people die every day, although it is rotten, it is still Orderly, at least orderly on the surface, an identity can save you a lot of trouble, especially for a thorough black person like you. "

"Oh, it sounds like a good place."

Cyber did n’t murmur, his fingers kept beating on some shabby bar counter, and finally stretched out a finger and shook in front of his eyes,

"An identity, plus US $ 50,000, I can guarantee that even a fly does n’t want to be close to you, you know, old man, your life is very valuable, is n’t it? And the people who can fight are everywhere, but like I am so cruel and hard to find. "

"Hahahahaha, you really are a real bad breed!"

old man stood up, took a bunch of keys from the bar and threw it to Cyber, and then said meaningfully, "Gotham will be heaven for you ... Now, let me dispose of those hungry bodies. ！ Then go to the 3rd floor to sleep, start work at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning! And I hope you can really be a smart person, Cyber, at least until Jamie is killed, we are a group, remember this. "

Cyber took the key and scratched his head,

"Is there a rope? Boss, and how do you generally handle these things? My previous habit was to tie stones and throw them into the sea. It was a hundred, and it was relaxed and happy."

"... Oh, that's too coincident, so are we!"