Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path: 4. Waves when the storm will start

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Despite old man's scolding, but he finally drove his own broken Pickup, carrying the body of a **** and three bastards, drove towards Gotham harbor in the late night rain.

It ’s not that Cyber ca n’t drive, nor that he ca n’t handle this kind of small scene alone, but because the environment of Gotham harbor is too dangerous for an outsider. This kind of weather is best for some secret transactions. old man can't think of a helper that he finds hard to find, so he sleeps under the sea of ​​Gotham's so unclearly.

Cyber is really capable of playing, but in this era, it is no longer an era where the problem can be solved by light.

The rainy night in this season is a bit cold, especially when standing on the pier with wind and wind, Cyber moved three large black pockets from the car, and found some heavy stones from the side, Wrap them neatly with iron wire, then push the three things into the sea under the watch of old man sitting in the car, there is no moon in the rainy night, so this just happened sadly everything except God and this No one knows except two people.

"Next, kid."

old man ’s hand stretched out of the car window and threw a cigar to the Cyber, who held it in his mouth and ignited it in the rain with mellow smoke floating around him. He shrouded his upper body in the mist of the rainy night.

The mellow smoke wafted in the cold night surrounding Cyber. During the annihilation of that cigar, the chaotic thinking again involuntarily fell into the memories of the past.

The fragmented memory may not be because of this confusing journey, but because the life was once fragmented. Cyber vaguely remembers that he opened the envelope again and again, with various names written on it. , In English, Chinese, and some distorted text.

That used to be his goal and his life. He used guns, knives, hands, ropes, and traps to let those who should n’t survive to accept their endings, but that At that time, he should not be a bad guy in the traditional sense.

Because there is still a picture of his oath in that memory, and that heavy mission.

He went from one city to another, from one country to another, from one continent to another, his life was never dominated by himself, his circle was also pale and terrible, no friendship, no love, No family, what does it look like? That kind of life ...

"Weapon!"

Cyber meditated on the word that jumped into his mind, and then he shook his wet hair fiercely.

Yes, alive like a weapon, you do n’t even need to think, focus on your task, focus on ... killing people.

It is like a snake living in the dark, or a bulldog or the like, who only needs to sharpen his fangs. He used to adapt to this kind of life, but why did he break this kind of life?

Cyber endured an increasingly severe headache. This body did n’t seem to want him to recall too many things, but these were enough.

The last picture flashed in his mind was a scene in which he was wearing pajamas in front of a child holding a plush doll, it seemed to be a city in this country, he should be performing a mission On the street in front of the hotel, bullets like light and shadow flew towards him.

He closed his eyes, he knew he was going to die ...

"There is an afterlife ... live for yourself!"

That was probably the last sentence of his previous life, but ironically, if his circadian clock did n’t go wrong, it should be what he said 2 hours ago, and the result is that the fate is so magical, maybe because of the kill Save people, so at the last moment, the **** of heaven and heaven gave him a chance ...

"Cut"

Cyber sneered two smokes from his nostrils, then gestured his **** towards the sky, he never believed in God.

But he thought that sentence was awesome, he turned around holding a cigar that had burned to half, leaned on the cold railing, and lowered his head in the heavy rain, feeling the rain drop that became more and more violent. Falling, he looked at his hands, watching the rain wet it, and then slowly fisted in the raindrops that smashed.

"Live this life for yourself!"

"Walong"

a flash of lightning across the sky, illuminate the dim Gotham harbor at this moment, old man looks at the Cyber walking down in the heavy rain fascinatingly, and sees the moment when the lightning flashes through the sky, illuminating everything except Cyber's The darkness in the light is ink.

It looks ... It ’s Cooooool!

Cyber stayed in the rain for five minutes before returning to the car in embarrassment.

old man started the car, looking at Cyber with his head against the window curiously and asked in a low voice, "What were you doing just now?"

The Cyber, which was a lot of words, was very silent at this moment. Until he re-answered Old Gun Bar and walked into the rattling wooden door, he threw the cigarette butts in his mouth to the rainy night outside the door, and then He grinned at old man and showed a smile.

"I am saying goodbye."

old man looked at Cyber like a neuropath, then tucked the mop in his hand and pointed to the floor covered with blood footprints,

"Very good, you are a sentimental villain, so clean it up for me and then go to bed. There is food in the refrigerator on the second floor. Remember, at nine o'clock tomorrow ... Jamie may be in trouble. "

Christian, this veteran put his hand around the neck of Cyber's and strangled it hard. This is probably his way of expressing goodwill, and then Cyber heard old man suppressing the angry voice,

"Teach me a good lesson, let me see if you really have the ability, or only bully the rogues."

Cyber's's face immediately became a bitter gourd. He looked at old man, "This, isn't it good to kill people during the day?"

old man ’s eyes at this time really look like a neuropath, he scolded and loosened Cyber's ’s neck,

"The way to solve the problem is not just to kill people, you crazy, Jamie may be difficult to deal with, but his men are just fools who can't get on the table, 3 days! I only need 3 days! Do you understand?"

After finishing speaking, old man yawned and walked up to the second floor, leaving only an empty bar and Cyber to clean it. When there was no one, the words became nasty. Quiet, he hummed some kind of tune and started a pleasant job.

He seems to be very careful in doing any work. He even squats on the ground and wipes hard with a rag in order to remove a blood stain. So when he finished cleaning, the hands of the clock had already pointed at 4:30, Really midnight.

Cyber's all shook his body, he locked the door, walked up the stairs, took a large red intestine in the refrigerator on the second floor, and just chewed on the third floor while opening the window-closed one The door of that room, without looking at the surrounding layout, just undressed the soaked jacket in the dark, tossed it aside, and fell to the bed.

Soon, a uniform grunt sounded.

At the same time, in the darkness of this rainy night, in a mansion not far from the pier, two bald heads are meeting together to discuss things. This room is very beautifully and luxuriously furnished, but it is placed on the table It was a pile of photos, and a pistol placed on the photo, and an open bottle of vodka was placed next to it. This high-precision drink is generally far away.

But it is the favorite thing of the Russians.

The shortest bald head took the first one of the photo and put it in front of her eyes. It was a woman with brown hair and a gentle smile. Looking at this photo, the bald head appeared in a dimly drunk eye. There was a slight grin,

"tch tch, what a beautiful girl, what is she called?"

"Rachel · Dows, assistant local prosecutor."

The other bald head picked up Vodka and took a sip. His collar was wide open, revealing strong muscles and lush chest hair, he muttered,

"It's a tricky little beauty who doesn't like money and is not afraid of threats, and when checking the boss of Falcone, the boss let us create a little" accident ", Boshkin, and give it to you."

The short bald head shook his head and grunted,

"Okay, the security of Gotham's is getting worse and worse. These righteous people may encounter some accidents before and after work. The poor island beggars who have no food are willing to exchange their lives for money, a bullet. , Just like the Wayne couple that year, Hahaha. "

Speaking of which, the short bald head named Poshkin threw the photo aside, he looked at his boss and lowered his voice,

"Brother, Bruce · Wayne, who died seven years ago, is back. I heard that his company is planning to buy the entire Gotham harbor. Do you think he will ... After all, 7 years ago, the boss Falcone put you in court Killed Chill outside ... "

Hearing Poshkin ’s question, Jamie ’s bottle stopped, he took a deep breath, put the bottle on the table, and sneered,

"Then Master Bruce should thank me for being right. I helped him kill his father and kill the enemy. Besides, Falcone let me do it ... but what you said makes sense."

Jamie closed his eyes and thought for a few minutes. His body straightened up from the sofa and tickled his finger at Poshkin,

"Christian, the old immortal, is not planning to sell his shop?"

"Relax, brother, I ’ve sent Berne to" handle it. "

Poshkin licked his lips, "It ’s just a bad old man, but I do n’t understand, brother, what are we going to do with the broken bar?"

"What do you know!"

Jamie glared at his younger brother, but he soon explained, "Wayne industry is already planning to revitalize Gotham harbor. Once the port is booming again, a place to have fun will be indispensable. The old man will not do business. Let ’s do it! Find some women and get a batch of goods from the Falcone boss, which is not much more profitable than our killing? Poshkin, our brothers and two from Siberia all the way to the United States, we are not for whom Fate! Once Bruce · Wayne and Falcone match up, it's time for us to harvest! "

"Wait, no matter who it is, do n’t want to take Gotham harbor from me!"