Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"Buzz, buzz"

The roar of engines characteristic of medium-sized locomotives sounded on the interstate highway leading to Las Vegas, the city of Las Vegas. Two knights dressed in similar clothes chatted and moved forward. In the dusk not far from them, the shadow of the city of Las Vegas It's all over the place.

Logan narrowed his eyes and looked at the place. He turned his head and said to the black knight listening to rock music,

"John, are you sure the only escapee is in Las Vegas?"

The black knight turned his head. He was wearing a vulgar brown cowboy hat with gold trim. This guy must like things related to cowboys. His clothes are all authentic cowboy styles. Although they have been out of date for a long time, look He looks unexpectedly handsome, and this guy's appearance is not as vicious or naive as ordinary blacks. He looks special and shrewd.

This is a member of the same operation team as Logan and Victor, "Ghost" John, one of Logan's good brothers. After Logan escaped from the base, he was the first to come to him. And also got precious information from him.

Facing Logan's question, John, wearing sunglasses, nodded and replied,

"I believe in Dukes. Although that man has many secrets in his heart, if he decides to tell it, he will not lie to us. His character is like that, so I believe that Remy Loeb must be There, we only need to find him to know where Stryker's second nest is."

Logan nodded, and after a moment, he whispered,

"John, after I find Remy Loeb, you can go back."

"What? Damn it!"

The black John patted his motorcycle fiercely, and he yelled, "You want me to throw you down again as a shameful deserter? I'm not afraid of Stryker, the disgusting things he made us do back then, I haven't settled with him yet."

"But you have a life of your own!"

Logan said sadly, "You and Dukes have their own lives now. I can't involve you because of my hatred. Listen to me and go back, John."

He took a deep breath, twisted the accelerator of the locomotive violently, and accelerated the speed again,

"This is a matter between Stryker and Victor...my business, I will handle it myself!"

Above the heads of the two of them, a small plane quietly crossed the sky and landed in the direction of Las Vegas.

Siber was sitting in the luxuriously decorated cabin, drinking wine with Lewis one glass at a time. He looked at the increasingly clear scenery outside the window. He held a glass of wine and said in a low voice,

"How's Harvey doing? Does everyone agree with him?"

Compared to Seber's indifference, Lewis was already half drunk. The old man was very happy today. Facing Seber's boss's question, he replied inarticulately,

"Of course, Boss Seber and Boss Harvey are very good at managing gangs. Everyone is convinced. In fact, apart from his strange looks and habits, there is nothing difficult to get along with. You have been away for three years. It was also because of his strategy that we were able to gain a foothold in Mexico City."

Lewis thought for a while, stretched out his thumb,

"In terms of management and conspiracy, he is this!"

The guy poured the last glass of wine into his mouth, he fell on the sofa muttering to himself, and muttered, "Also, hiccup, let me tell you, Boss Seb, that guy Harvey is a little bit of a talker , he used Tarot cards to divination your fate, 218 times...every time is exactly the same, he is actually the guy who is most determined that you are still alive."

Fifteen minutes later, Seber, who was carrying a wooden box, walked into the streets of Las Vegas with Catherine. Both of them wore baseball caps, dressed very low-key, and looked like ordinary Like ordinary tourists, they walked through two streets and finally entered an unremarkable casino.

This thing is a specialty of Las Vegas. This city in the desert relies on this thing to become popular all over the world. Every day, tourists from all over the world live and dream here. A group of lucky millionaires are born here every day, but There are also all kinds of unlucky people who have lost all their money and sleep on the streets every day.

Compared with the gloomy Gotham, New York, which is always covered with a gorgeous coat, is more like the naked side of this country. All kinds of shady sales and transactions are going on every moment. If there really is a city of desire, then it should be in Las Vegas, which is full of feasting and feasting.

Of course, all of this has nothing to do with Cyber, Catherine has changed a lot of chips and ran around playing various gambling games, Cyber ​​doesn’t care about her, the little girl has not given up on her training in the past 3 years, plus Her talent, she now has enough self-protection ability, and Saibo is walking around in this dimly lit casino with the black wooden box like a cane.

He's looking for someone, a mysterious mutant who escaped from Stryker's second lair alone, this is what Hawkins told him, it is said to have happened 2 years ago, Stryker For this reason, more than a dozen guards who left their posts without authorization and ran to gamble with the prisoners were secretly executed.

But after all, Hawkins only vaguely knew that Stryker's second base was in the northern part of the United States, but he couldn't say exactly where it was.

Soon, Cyber ​​saw his purpose.

Directly in front of him, on a gaming table closest to the corner of the back door of the casino, a young man wearing a black top hat and a long trench coat was performing acrobatic card skills to the exclamation of a group of young and beautiful young ladies.

A stack of playing cards seemed to be alive, flying from his left hand, drawing a series of dizzyingly brilliant tracks in the air, and then landed steadily on his right hand. With a slight swing of his left hand, that The white arc formed by the playing cards also followed suit, really like magic.

Seber suddenly felt that the guy in front of him must have a lot in common with the clown.

"click"

The last empty chair was pulled away, and Saibo sat on it. He held a handkerchief in his hand, coughed a few times, then rolled up the handkerchief and threw it into the trash can next to him. It looked nothing special, but the young man who had already started to deal the cards frowned slightly under the deep brim of his hat.

He smelled the bloody smell of corruption...

He sensed that something was not quite right.

"Remy Loeb..."

Saibo asked in a low voice, "I'm not looking for the wrong person, am I?"

The movement in the hands of the young man who was dealing the cards stopped, and he flicked his left hand smartly. The cards that had already been thrown back returned to his palm strangely. He looked at Saibo. The face that makes the eyes of the young ladies next to me shine, a typical young boy with curly brown hair scattered behind the hat, and those blue eyes are like sea water full of melancholy.

He obviously has French blood on his face... Naturally, he has inherited the romantic nature of the French. With a flick of his finger, a playing card suddenly turned into a white rose in his hand, and he gently Put it in the hands of the little sister who was obsessively looking at him beside him. After doing all this, he leaned back on the chair and looked at Saibo,

"Let me ask first, I don't owe you money, do I?"

"Oh, no."

Saibo replied with a low smile, the young man made an exaggerated expression, he nodded, and calmly held the metal cane with his left hand, it was very retro in shape, with a fist-sized gems, but they should be fakes... because Saibo saw a blood stain on the edge of the cane that was not wiped clean, any normal person would not use such a gem as a thing to smash people.

"Then I am Remy Loeb, but I don't seem to know you."

Holding three playing cards in his right hand, he looked very calm. Seber took off his baseball cap and threw it on the table. After knowing that he might only have one year to live, he began to get rid of all unnecessary red tape Yes, he put his fingers into his shirt pocket, took out a wad of green banknotes, and threw them to the ladies and sisters around,

"Can you lend me your playboy for a while? I promise, just for a while."

In less than 10 seconds, Remy Loeb, who had attracted a lot of "prey" with his own charm, looked at the clean ladies and sisters walking around with an ugly face. In this city, the dollar is far more popular than handsome many.

"Then I'll stop talking nonsense... Where is Stryker's base?"

Saibo's voice became hoarse, like a knife, Remy's body became stiff at this moment, a trace of undisguised panic flashed in his eyes, he coughed lightly, pressed his hat down,

"I don't know what you're talking about, but you drove my girls away and I have to go get them back, so... see you next time, Mr. Dollar Kim."

The moment Remy stood up, Seber raised his head, the very unstable red light shining in his eyes represented his bad mood, and the moment Remy saw the red light, His body stiffened again, and Saibo leaned on the wooden box in his left hand like a cane. He looked at Remy,

"I'm actually not very good at persuading people, especially those who have secrets in their hearts, so let's get straight to the point, tell me where that place is, and you go on playing with your little sister, and I'll do what I have to do Things, don't conflict with each other, do they?"

He breathed a sigh of relief, his indifferent eyes glanced at the gamblers and women who were immersed in the magic of luck, and he shook his head, "Or, are you planning to fight me here? Conservatively, the people here Half of them will die...at least half!"

"Are you so confident that you can beat me?"

Remy's expression also became ugly, he clenched the metal rod in his hand, he could see that Siber sitting there was not a easy guy to deal with, but at the next moment, a voice sounded behind him ,

"I also think you should tell us about that place...and I don't think you can fight both of us at the same time!"

Wearing a black leather jacket with his chest open and a silver-white dog tag hanging, Logan with messy hair strode over, pulled out the chair, and sat opposite Seber. eyes on Seber,

"Your smell reminds me of someone I hate, but you're not him... My name is Logan!"

Saibo looked at this person in surprise, he didn't feel any malice, so he also nodded,

"Serber Hawk... You left in a hurry last time, Logan, I will help you finish what you didn't finish, Logan, you owe me a favor."

Logan looked at him, his eyes suddenly became less cold, "Are you also in that damn dam?"

Saber shrugged.

"Out of 127 people, only 3 survived, but it's a pity to let Stryker escape, isn't it?"

Logan nodded knowingly, leaned back on the chair, and answered the question,

"But he can't run this time... I swear, he's dead."

Saibo also nodded, "Well, that's what I want to say too."

The next moment, the two people who had just known each other for less than 30 seconds simultaneously set their eyes on Remy Loeb, who looked dazed. It didn't feel good to be stared at by two such guys. The playing cards began to glow purple, and Seber sighed and said in disgust,

"At the end of the day, fight! You're wasting my time... I'm starting to hate you."

"click"

The wooden box in his hand was directly crushed, and he held a knife with a black scabbard in his hand. On the other side, Logan, who also looked unhappy, raised his left fist, and three sharp silver-white alloy claws popped out of the skin. outside.

The confrontation before the battle made this small world extremely chilling. When the surrounding gamblers saw the long knife in Saber's hand and Logan's claws, they ran out in panic, and just as the battle was about to start A moment later, a girl's scream came through the wall, and Saibo's complexion changed, and he turned around and kicked the wall behind him forcefully.

"boom"

The back wall of the casino was directly kicked out of a big hole that an adult can freely enter and exit. Seber's body rushed out like a shadow, but Logan did not move. But at the same moment, Remy Loeb's hand The three playing cards popped from between his fingers, humming like special bullets, and Logan raised his paw, cutting the first playing card into three pieces, but the second and third Zhang hit him at the same time, and the purple light exploded like a bomb at this moment, and the incredible force knocked Logan directly from the chair and flew into the air.

Before he stood up, Remy's left hand had already grabbed all the remaining poker cards on the table, and threw them all out in a way like a goddess scattered flowers. At this moment, it had been replaced by a mess of casinos Inside, a purple star-like light was lit up, bright, dazzling, and deadly.

They hit Logan's body almost at the same time, and all the energy exploded at this moment. Logan's body seemed to be hit by a shell head-on, blowing up all the remaining walls, and he flew upside down. go out.

After Remy Loeb finished all this, he stretched out his hand and pulled down the brim of his hat, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"Do you really think... I'm afraid of you?"

Although the words were beautiful, judging from his slightly trembling left hand, throwing so many spirit-infused poker cards at once was also a burden for him who was still very young.

But the next moment, an angry roar sounded in the back street of the casino,

"Victor! Don't run! Face me, bastard!"

Hearing that name... Remy's eyes immediately became strange. He hesitated for a moment, and then quickly jumped off the broken wall. Obviously, there were his old people in the already chaotic battlefield.