Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Reputation is a good thing.

For people with great ambitions, prestige is absolutely an indispensable decoration. How to identify a leader value is not worth following, how to judge a power value is not worth paying attention to, prestige is the first judgment element.

An obscure guy must be no one expecting too much. The era when heroes started in the wild has long passed. When a group of people are groping out of darkness, those who have their own auras can illuminate the way forward. People will be surrounded by their instincts.

Then, like snowballs, it gets bigger and bigger, and eventually becomes a big force in the side of sitting.

But reputation also has its disadvantages. Once you are followed by too many people and followed by too many people, trouble will always come afterwards.

"Boss, just one day yesterday, more than 500 mutants came in the Gotham Wharf area."

Lewis bit the chicken thigh in his hand with a headache and complained to the porridge who was drinking porridge: "They came from all over the country, even the furthest from Brazil, they knew nothing about Gotham, they Just shouting to see you, to join the devil gang."

Cyber ​​was unmoved. He blew warm porridge and put it in his mouth. After chewing a few times, he said:

"How much did you accept?"

"All confiscated!"

Lewis spread his greasy hands and said helplessly: "Little girl Xiao Na went back to London to study. We have no way to identify their minds. I keep them all at Pier 11, but I can't keep them like that. ?"

"How is the staff composition?"

Cyber ​​asked again, this time the answer was Cooper. This guy is now the deputy director of the immigration bureau of the Port Authority. He is still the pair of flower shirts and beach pants. He divides the pizza on the plate. Side said:

"Well, those who can live in exile here will definitely not be too well mixed. They are all low-level mutants below the gamma level, and most of them are homeless guys, and a small number are engaged in some. Not very good work...thieves, thieves, fugitives, etc., no need to ask, they can see from their eyes."

He took a bite of pizza and shrugged:

"After removing the identity of the mutants, they are like a bunch of refugees."

"Ok..."

Cyber ​​picked up the tablecloth and wiped his mouth. A little thought flashed in his eyes. After a moment, he said:

"Did Harvey call and say a few days ago that the gangsters in Mexico have some abnormal behavior?"

Hearing this, Lewis threw away the chicken bones, wiped his fingers with a napkin, and said disdainfully:

"Those debris always want to **** our territory, they will also fail this time! Harvey's army will remove every bone of them!"

"No no no, I mean..."

A quiet smile appeared on the corner of Cyber's mouth. He said softly: "I mean, since there are a number of mutants who are crying and shouting to join us, why should we let our brothers fight and bleed? "

He reached for a boiled corn and pulled the corn a little bit off. He grunted:

"Could blood bring loyalty, right? Throw them and subsequent mutants on the battlefield in Mexico. The war will tell us who is trustworthy and let the toad and his brothers lead this group of guys."

Lewis and Cooper glanced at each other. The latter hesitated, biting the pizza and whispering:

"But boss, throw such a group of rookies with no combat experience directly into the battlefield of the drug lords. I'm afraid they will...will be wiped out by the army. This may not be very good for your reputation."

"If you die, you will die. It's better to die!"

Saibo shook his hand: "Fame? What use do we want that thing? Are you really going to build a country in Gotham? Don't be stupid! Brutality is the good reputation we should pursue now, scaring those cowards away and attracting them The true mainstay."

He grunted, picked the corn kernels on the plate with chopsticks, and threw them into his mouth. He glanced at his men:

"Those who can't fight and are unwilling to desperately, just thinking about the sundries under the big tree to cool off? What are you going to do to keep them for Christmas?"

"Okay, boss, we know!"

Lewis and Cooper shared the rest of the pizza. The two left and left the villa. Saber leaned on the chair to rest. Mei with an apron cleaned the table with a cold face and cleaned the room without saying a word. After Dorothy left, the house soon welcomed another more indifferent "maidservant".

"Ding Dong"

The sound of the doorbell made Cyber ​​open his eyes from the break. He glanced at Mei, then wore pajamas and slippers and went to open the door. As soon as the door opened, a little guy threw himself directly in his arms .

"Uncle Sai! I'm coming again!"

Demian Wayne, who had black hair, full of energy, and a well-dressed little black suit, shelled from the father's arms into Cyber ​​arms.

The violent blow made Sabre stunned, but then he grinned and touched the little guy's head, mouthed towards the Wayne couple standing outside, and signaled them to come in. Demian walked into the house, picked up a piece of sugar from his hand and stuffed it in his hand, patted his head:

"Go and play with your sister Catherine. They are going to meet some good friends today. You can go with them."

Demian snorted coolly:

"I don't play with girls, I don't know their friends."

"Hahaha"

Cyberhaha smiled and patted his shoulder, mysteriously blinked at Demian: "Go, I assure you, little man, if you don't go today, you will regret it for a lifetime, then you are absolutely from A good friend I have never seen."

Demian hesitated. He knew that the mysterious Uncle Cyber ​​would not lie to him. After all, he was red. The devil was coming. He looked back at his father and mother. Finally, Rachel took Demian upstairs to find Catherine and the little girls who are still sleeping.

Leaving Cyber ​​and Bruce in the living room, everyone knew that the two had something to say.

"Speaking of it, why are you so busy coming to me today?"

Cyber ​​personally poured a cup of tea to Bruce. The latter dressed in casual clothes, changed the usual serious style, full of leisure and pleasure, he glanced at Cyber ​​and asked softly:

"Can't I come to see my old friend?"

Cyber ​​snorted and sat across from Bruce. He tilted his legs:

"Afu?"

"Afu has not been in good health recently. I sent him to Rome for a holiday. He may have to spend a long recovery period there."

There was a trace of sorrow on Bruce's face: "He is old after all, and Gotham's weather is not very suitable for retirement."

Cyber ​​took a sip of hot tea, and he waved his hand:

"Relax, people like Afu will live for centuries."

This seems to be a beautiful blessing, but it is not just a blessing. According to a certain neuropathy, as long as the people around Batman stay in Gotham, they will never die.

It’s not easy to say whether it’s an evil blessing, but the only thing that is certain is: Old Afu must be able to see his young master grow up safely.

The conversation between the two men is always accompanied by a lot of silence, but the atmosphere does not seem embarrassing. Speaking of which, these two guys have not sat in such a peaceful chat for a long time.

"I said, Ge Tan Yong has come in a lot of mutants these days, you are also famous now, how does it feel to be a star?"

Bruce waved his hand at the newspaper, and the long and tidy page was all about the introduction of Cyber. In the absence of information, the reporters on the East Coast gave full play to their advantages of brain supplements. In one week, seven different background stories were given to Cyber.

From the aristocratic nobility in the far east, to the mysterious family born in Gotham, and even the lace tabloids that can pull the most, claiming that this person does not exist at all, what people saw on that day was just the mysterious Professor X projected in people's minds. False memories in

Faced with this problem of laughter, Cyber ​​shrugged:

"After Sergey broke the leg of the 7th reporter who tried to steal the film, no one dared to disturb my life, so if you have to ask, I will say, in fact, there is no change..."

He stopped here, raised his head and looked at Bruce, increasing his tone:

"Are you worried that mutants entering Gotham will affect the city's poor but orderly order?"

"Ok."

Bruce nodded, without denying Cyber's claim, he pondered for a moment and said:

"The clown's recent actions are a bit weird. He seems to have noticed something. You know, just like the mouse and snake who have been aware of the earthquake, they will run away early. Although he did not run, he has converged his actions and I started to re-start. Monitor the city and find many bad signs."

He raised his head, a dignity flashed in his eyes:

"Gotham will have a big event. I have a hunch that it will not be smaller than the last invasion of the Shadow Warrior. At this time, I really don't want another force to enter here again."

Cyber ​​opened his hands:

"Look, the Devil Gang maintains the agreement. We didn’t expand. As for the mutants, I can guarantee that they won’t affect the city. God, it’s messed up. The city is yours. I have no idea. Hold a hot potato in my arms and I won't trouble myself."

He sighed and shook his hand sadly, and said lazily:

"I might be leaving Gotham again in a few days. This time will be longer. There are a lot of troublesome things waiting for me to do, so do whatever you want without worrying about the devil."

"Ok."

Bruce nodded, he turned his style and touched the tea cup softly and asked: "I came here for help this time. I heard that you have dealt with Dongying's ninja organizations before?"

"Ok?"

Cyber ​​said for a moment: "Hands meet and feet? Haven't they been uprooted? That's what I did by hand."

"Sorry, you don't."

Bruce took something out of his arms and put it in front of Cyber. It was a dark red bitterness with blood on it. Cyber ​​picked it up and looked at it in front of his eyes:

"There is a familiar smell...smells like those **** monsters, so, foot help! Where did you find it from?"

He looked at Bruce, who pointed to the west:

"Xicheng District, the penguin's sphere of influence, there was a murder case three days ago, 7 homeless people died in a desperate life, there is a feeling of cult sacrifice, this thing is what I found on the spot."

Cyber's eyes rose, and the dark red bitterness melted a little bit under the burning orange light from his fingertips, and finally became a round ball. His nose pumped:

"Okay, I'll tell you everything about the foot support and hand meeting, but frankly, I can't spare time to help you now. If you need help, go to the Port Area to find Lewis and Cooper, right ...If you need high-end combat power, go to Pier 14 sewer."

Cyber ​​put the tea beside his mouth, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"I'm happy to introduce my friends to you. They are also involved with the hands and the foot support. Maybe they can help you."

In the evening, after eating a dinner prepared by Cyber ​​himself, Demian followed Catherine, Emma and Clarice, and the housewife scientist Cornelia Hawkins, who had not paid much attention to the outside world, was also pulled by them. Out, the five children secretly stood at the Gotham Pier 14 under the dusk, seemingly waiting for something.

"Sister Catherine, who are you going to meet?"

Demian is playing the bat knife that Cyber ​​gave him. This strange weapon is rolling in the hands of this child like butterflies and flowers. This kid inherits the fine blood of his father. For this cold weapon Has a surprising talent.

"Hush!"

Catherine winked at Demian with her eyebrows squinting. Her gaze was searching on the sea in front of her. When she saw four side-by-side ripples, the little girl was immediately excited. She waved the katana in her hand and shouted loudly:

"Turtle, come on! I want to die you guys!"

At the next moment, Michelangelo's huge body jumped out of the sea, put a handsome pose on several girls, and then fell into the sea, followed by Rafael, then Donatello, and finally It is a solid Leonardo. It is like a perfect diving performance. This scene suddenly caused the girls to scream, just like a fanatic fan.

"Is there a pizza? Catherine, my good Maki, I've been swimming all the way from New York, I'm starving!"

Michelangelo's four ninja turtles rushed ashore, holding hands with a few Catherine girls, talking very familiarly, and on the side, someone was already frightened.

"Snapped"

The bat knife in Demian's hand fell directly to the ground. The little man rubbed his eyes hard. He looked at Cornelia next to him for help:

"Sister Cornelia, did you see that? That's...that's...a big talking turtle?"

The otaku scientist is also stunned at this time, she murmured:

"I always thought that Catherine lied to me...they, they actually exist, God, grandpa will go crazy!"