Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Gotham Port at night is always like this, quiet, dead, and unspeakably oppressive.

The day is for the successful, and the night is for the rats. Order and chaos have never been so clearly in the same place. If you are a long-time resident of Gotham, then you should already know a rule: don't Run around at night.

You will lose not only your wallet, your first time, and maybe your life.

It's never been a great place to live and work, but there's an influx of cornered people...wait, I mean cornered literally.

"Wow, wow"

The slightly dirty sea beat against the shore, adding a special feeling to the already deep night. A fish was wagging its tail cautiously, wanting to take a breath of air on the surface of the sea. The weather tonight is very bad, probably to It's raining.

suddenly.

"plop"

A heavy object fell from the sky into the water, and the splash of water frightened the poor fish to the bottom of the sea. The moment the heavy object hit the sea, the cold sea water flowed down his nostrils, ears, and mouth. Into the body, let him wake up from the terrible chaos in the next moment.

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

The man in his pajamas struggled to keep his balance on the sea, trying hard to keep himself from sinking into the water, but his brain was still muddy and he couldn't complete this action. In the end, he could only swim towards the water while observing his surroundings. The dark shore paddled past.

In this kind of not-so-warm weather, after soaking in the icy sea water for 10 minutes, coupled with the light and already soaked pajamas, when he went ashore, the exhausted man lay down on the beach and didn't want to Woke up.

Panting, he looked at the starless sky above his head, then reached out and touched his chest. Yes, there were still three burnt bullet holes on the pajamas, but what about the blood? What about the wound?

The heart that should have been broken was still beating strongly, and his thoughts became chaotic. In the end, he gave up thinking. Now that these things that he never believed before had appeared... then accept it.

"Hahaha"

The man who fell from the sky chuckled twice, then gestured his middle finger towards the sky, got up from the beach, and threw the blood-soaked pajamas full of bullet marks into the sea, bare-chested, step by step He walked towards the light that was still on in the distance of the port.

After bidding farewell to the past, he walked wearily, um...maybe with a trace of luck to escape from death.

The "Old Gun" bar was the busiest place in Gotham's port area three years ago, but no one cares about it after three years. Of course, it's not because Father Christian's workmanship has deteriorated, but because the stubborn father refuses to share the bar. The "friendship" of Russian gangsters in the area.

As a veteran, Dad didn't allow those messy things to happen on his site. This insistence once won him a lot of praise, but now, it got him into trouble. Not all dock workers will be physically threatened by Jamie's dog legs Next, I still insist on coming to Dad's place to drink.

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

Dad has persisted for a month, and no one knows how long he can last, but according to Jamie's character and his rules, if Dad continues to be tough, some bad things may happen.

At 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, a heavy rain fell, crackling and smashing on the windows. Christian, with white hair and a worn leather jacket, was standing behind the dilapidated bar, wiping wine glasses, which he wasn't supposed to do. But after the last clerk left three days ago with $500 from Dad's bar locker, he had to come by himself.

Three young men in flashy suits are sitting in the corner playing money, the crudest game of dice, you can't expect these guys who dropped out of school to play high-end blackjack, and they're not customers, they're just being harassed by Jamie Papa's dog leg.

It's just a small bar, no music, no singers, no messy decorations, full of a retro taste, and on a stormy night, probably no one will come here, so Dad is going to close in 10 minutes, maybe And drive those little bastards away with my old Springfield.

At this moment, "jingle"

The door of the bar was pushed open, the old man and the punks looked up at the same time, and then saw a strangely dressed guy walking in, it was a yellow man, he was wearing a dirty black sweater on his upper body, It looked like it was picked up from some garbage dump, and he was simply wearing a pair of pajama pants, barefoot, and looked like a down-and-out homeless man.

The old man instinctively wanted to scold him, but the man raised his head and glanced at the whole bar, without looking at the old man, but focused on the three men who had started playing dice again. On the other side of the little gangster, he grinned at the corner of his mouth and strode over.

Dad silently started to wipe the glass again, and put his other hand on the old Springfield's wooden handle under the counter. He knew that smile... that's not the expression that should appear on a homeless person, but why bother talking about it? Well, it's just Jamie's bastard who is unlucky.

When Papa Christian put on a look of watching the excitement, this dirty man also got in touch with those gaudy punks.

"Hey guys, can I join you?"

The guy rubbed his hands together with an interested look on his face, very fluent English with a hint of a Californian accent, which should have been a nice greeting, but his grubby appearance and likable He couldn't smell it, but it gave him a serious drop in points. The little gangster with his head dyed green glanced at him, and without looking back, he refocused on the dice in his hand, and gave him a cold blow. sound,

"roll!"

The man was not annoyed, but continued to smile and said, "Don't be like this, guys, give me a chance, my dice rolling skills are great!"

The green-haired bastard was interrupted twice, and he was already a little impatient, but just as he clenched his fists, the tall and thin young man with gray hair dyed gray and white sitting opposite him stopped his companion, and then Looking at this uninvited man with a mocking tone,

"Want to join? Yes...but what are you using as a bargaining chip? You don't even have a penny on you? So go back to the garbage dump and pick up burgers, that's where you should be, hahaha"

After finishing speaking, the three punks laughed at the same time, but the young man just shrugged his shoulders, pulled out the chair and sat on it, put his hands on the table naturally, and said solemnly,

"Look, I'm a healthy adult, I have two hands, one pair of legs, and..."

"Hey bastard, we're not interested in men!"

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

Under the glaring gazes of the three people, the homeless man spread his hands unhurriedly, and finished the second half of his sentence,

"Well...I mean, I have a life, I'm betting you with this thing, is it fair?"

After these words were uttered, the entire bar fell silent. The three punks were speechless, but they were not frightened or shocked. Their first reaction was, is this guy a lunatic?

Afterwards, the second reaction was rejoicing!

It is not easy to make a living under Jamie, he often arranges some not so important gang members to do some very "dangerous" things, for these three guys, unfortunately, they belong to that kind Not very important peripheral members, otherwise they would not have been arranged to threaten an unarmed old man at this time.

What's more unfortunate is that 3 days later, there was a very "dangerous" transaction... Then at this time, a lunatic who didn't seem to care about his own life came to the door. Is there anything better than this?

The three of them exchanged glances, and finally the guy with silver-gray hair spoke. He tried his best to make his expression a bit fierce. It seemed that he was imitating Big Jamie. He lowered his voice,

"Do you know what your words mean?"

"uh-huh."

The grubby young man shrugged, obviously, he knew.

"Do you know what happens if you don't keep your promise? Just last month, a guy who lied to us was thrown into Gotham Port. The body hasn't been found yet. Do you understand what I mean?"

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

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

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

The green-haired young man put a pair of dice in front of the young man. He reached out to pick up the dice and looked at them. Then he raised his head and grinned brightly at the three punks.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention, my name is He...Forget it, call me Sable, Sable, um... Sable Hawk."

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

Cole taunted mercilessly, and then started shaking the dice in his hand, and the other two also started shaking. They played the simplest kind, 3 dice, and the one with the smallest points would pay money. It was so simple that a 3-year-old child could play it , but judging from the scattered banknotes and coins around them, these three guys are quite big.

Saibo likes such occasions, likes such opponents, the three stunned youths, the most important thing is what he needs most now, these three guys have it, and it is rainy night outside, and there is thunder, witness There is only one old man who has been paying attention here.

"Fate is favoring me!"

Saibo uttered an endless sentence, then reached out and picked up the dice in front of him together with the outer wooden box, smashed them on the table, and before waiting for other people to react, he was the first to uncover the dice Box.

"18 o'clock! Look, I said it, fate is favoring me!"

The three punks were stunned, and exchanged glances with each other again, then put the three banknotes in Saibo's hand, and started shaking again, and the second round began.

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

Game 3, "Look, it's 18 again, I'm really lucky, aren't I?"

In the fourth round, "Tsk tsk, I don't even know what to say."

"boom!"

Cole's fists hit the table. He felt that he had been humiliated again. In a rage, Cole wiped his left hand on his belt, and then stabbed hard at the table. The black handle was still trembling slightly, Cole stared at Sable like an enraged bull, and cursed loudly,

"You're fucking out of control! Bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

"Hey, calm down, buddy!"

Saibo didn't even look at the dagger in his hand, but slowly picked up the banknotes in front of him, folded them together, and said casually, "Your knife that has never seen blood can hurt anyone. That's it, if you lose, you win, instead of yelling at me, why don't you just sit down and play a few more games, maybe you will make money, right?"

Things have come to this point, even a blind man can see that Seber is abnormal. Normal people will not be unresponsive to the dagger at hand, but they are Jamie's henchmen after all, and the thing for self-defense is naturally not just a dagger, so , when Cyber ​​raised his head, a silvery metal hole pressed against his head.

That's...a gun.