Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"Mr. President, listen to me, a very dangerous guy has appeared in New York, and I must send you away now!"

Nick Fury was standing in the Oval Office of the White House with his hands behind his back. He had just flown back to the United States from far away Europe, because of a very bad thing...it can be said to be extremely bad, which made the recent The mood of the director in a good mood suddenly fell to the bottom, but there is no way, what should be done is still to be done, isn't it?

Facing Nick Fury's toughness, the old president showed a look of doubt:

"Just because a guy shows up in New York? Are you going to send me away? No no no, I'm not leaving! I'm here!"

Tapping his fingers on the table, he said firmly:

"This is the White House, the symbol of this country, the safest place in this country, I will not go anywhere! Could it be, Fury, don't you have the confidence to protect me?"

Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. shrugged:

"This is not a question of whether you have confidence, Mr. President, it is a question of whether it is necessary. He is not here for you. I just think that the next situation will be very embarrassing if you stay in the White House."

He pondered for a moment, then reached out and took out a ticket from his pocket:

"I have already arranged the schedule for you to visit Europe. Don't worry, Mr. President, the next thing will not implicate you."

"thump thump"

The old president still wanted to speak, but there was a knock on the door. A moment later, S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Romanov walked into the office and said in Fury's ear:

"They're here... 2,000 people, it's huge."

Fury nodded: "Where did they go?"

Romanov looked a little embarrassed. She hesitated for a moment, but said the truth: "They went to the Delta Wing Building...the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Fury deserves to be the person who can be the director. He still looked normal when he heard the bad news. He whispered:

"Then evacuate all the important staff, clear the area below the 7th floor, and let them make trouble."

"Won't this affect our reputation?"

Romanov was a little worried. Faced with Black Widow's worries, Fury snorted: "When the strength is not enough, what can we do to keep our reputation? What's more, they are not an issue that we need to pay attention to right now."

"But Coulson died!"

Black Widow's voice became gritted: "It's in their hands!"

Fury's face remained unchanged, his fists behind his back were clenched, but his voice remained steady:

"No...he didn't die, he just went on a...special mission."

On the other side, New York's Fifth Avenue, the busiest neighborhood, went as usual today, with people coming and going, shoulder to shoulder. The mutant parade that happened before didn't affect this place, and it was still bustling here.

But at 10 o'clock in the morning, Saber in black appeared at the entrance of Fifth Avenue. He walked forward, no different from ordinary tourists, but behind him were more than 2,000 mutants. Huge team, densely packed.

At first people thought it was the same parade as before and didn't pay much attention to them, but soon they realized something was wrong.

There are no messy slogans in this team, and no one is shouting strange slogans. They just move forward in silence. Those in the outermost circle are guys wearing black suits, sunglasses, and black devil tattoos on their necks. The whole body exudes a cold smell, which is not easy to mess with at first sight.

And this kind of silence accompanied them with more and more people, like a dark turbid current, pouring out from the entrance of Fifth Avenue in an instant, blocking the entire street tightly.

From the characteristics of many of them, it can be seen that this is a group of mutants. They follow behind the yellow man in the front, like the most loyal followers, while the yellow man is very faceless, almost in New York. No one knew him, but those who knew him knew how difficult he was to mess with, so despite the murderous look, no policeman came forward to maintain order at this time.

"Fuck NM mutants! Get out of our city!"

An abrupt voice sounded from the crowd on the side of the street, and along with the voice, a half-eaten hamburger was thrown over, just hitting Seber's feet.

He stopped and stretched out his left hand. The advancing team stopped abruptly at this moment. In the hearts of the onlookers, it was like a heavy hammer falling.

The timid guys had already realized that something bad was going to happen, and they took this opportunity to run away, but more ordinary people stayed where they were, their curiosity drove them to see what happened.

Saibo looked left and right, and walked towards the direction where the voice sounded just now. Any normal person would subconsciously dodge when he saw a strong man who was not like a good man walking towards him, so in the silence, Saibo I saw a young man with a full face, short blond hair, earrings, and very trendy clothes.

He looked at Saibo without fear, and there was even a kind of provocation in his eyes.

"Is that the sentence you shouted? Is it the food you threw?"

Sable asked softly, the young man snorted, turned his head, and ignored Sable's question at all, he seemed to disdain to talk to lowly mutants, Sable was not angry, he just laughed, his voice was This moment suddenly resounded over the entire fifth avenue, and clearly passed into the ears of every mutant and ordinary person.

"Look, there are always a lot of these bastards in this world. They will mock you because of what you wear, because of the color of your skin, because of your race! If you don't respond to their insults, they will start beating you! If you don’t respond to their beatings, they will take away everything from you! Finally, they will take your life and your last dignity!”

"I live a very simple life. If someone scolds me, I will respond to him...in this way!"

"boom"

Saibo slapped the rebellious young man in front of him into the air. He controlled his strength and did not kill him. Instead, he made him roll a dozen times in the air, and finally landed on the landing point of Hamburg just now. superior.

This scene made all the bystanders, not only the mutants, but also ordinary people exclaim. Probably, no one in this city has ever used violence so recklessly under the attention of so many people.

A few disaffected young people rushed out on the spot, but before they could touch Saibo, they were severely beaten by members of the devil gang who swarmed up, dragged their bodies and threw them beside the first young man.

Saibo walked up to the young man. He knelt down and grabbed his hair. The slap just now was extremely hard. If there is no accident, this young man will probably have to rely on drinking for the next two months. The porridge survived.

"Look! I responded to his humiliation, and he was scared! Guess, the next time he meets me, will he still be so fearless and rude?"

Saibo's voice echoed on Fifth Avenue: "As long as their cheeks still hurt when they open their mouths next time, they won't dare to scold you anymore."

After finishing speaking, he patted the young man on the shoulder and pointed to the hamburger on the ground:

"Eat it, boy, it's a shame to waste food."

The young man looked at Saibo with fear in his eyes. He could feel that Saibo would crush his shoulders with just one effort. Is he a fearless hero? Can he still hold his head high under the oppression of violence?

No...he can't, he's just a punk, so he gives in, he opens his mouth with a whimper, and takes the discarded food into his mouth, humiliation all over his face.

Saibo nodded in satisfaction, then turned his head to look at the few humans who were thrown aside, and coughed lightly:

"Everyone, do you have any objection to my behavior of maintaining self-dignity?"

One of the strongest guys was full of dissatisfaction, and he roared:

"Crap! You bastards! You bastards who only use violence!"

"boom"

The next moment, a foot wearing a leather shoe kicked on his mouth, a dozen broken teeth bounced around, blood burst out at this moment, and the timid people on the side of the road even screamed. Saibo looked at him calmly. Seeing this scene, he stepped forward, made a gesture of listening attentively, and asked suspiciously:

"What's going on? I just heard that you have your opinion?"

He turned his head, looked at the others, at the 2,000 people behind him, and shouted:

"Did you hear his objection?"

Sergey shrugged while wiping the blood on the leather shoes: "No, no! Boss, I didn't hear anything!"

Catherine drank milk tea boredly, shrugged: "No, I didn't hear that."

Alvin, the top student, pushed his glasses:

"He has no objection, boss. On the contrary, I see that he approves of our behavior of maintaining dignity."

Saber shrugged:

"You see, maintaining dignity is so simple. I don't understand why you have been struggling with this issue, but I believe that after my demonstration today, you will definitely learn... the first person laughed at you, you beat him, There will be no second person laughing at you."

"Don't be brainwashed by the etiquette and morality of human beings, my compatriots...they said it themselves, we are mutants, we and them...we have never been the same!"

He didn't even look at those unlucky ones, he stepped forward, stretched out his finger, and shook it in the air:

"Violence? Violence is a good thing... When you are humiliated, you have to make good use of it! Just because we are kind to others doesn't mean we will be bullied. If someone tells you that it is wrong to use violence to protect yourself.. .Then let him tell me! See if he can convince me!"

The huge team moved forward slowly, and those few unlucky ones were thrown in the center of the street. Among the 2,000 mutants, they could only lie on the ground and tremble. After being isolated from the crowd, they never realized , they are so weak, yes, they have never been as strong as they imagined.

"Hi buddy!"

A guy dressed as a homeless man squatted next to the young man who was lying on the ground eating a hamburger. He reached out and patted him on the shoulder. The homeless man whispered, "I was begging here yesterday, and you robbed me of all my money." Gone, and threatened to break the legs of a mutant bastard like me if I came again...and here I am again, and guess what I suddenly learned?"

A black bone spur jumped out of the homeless man's palm, and he held it in his hand. He whispered in the young man's ear:

"I don't really need to be afraid of a bastard like you! I should have learned it when I was kicked out of school 7 years ago, but it's not too late to learn now, is it?"

"puff"

The bone spur pierced the little bastard's palm and nailed him to the ground. The tramp didn't kill him. He stood up and stretched his shoulders. He didn't have the feeling of shrinking before. On the contrary, he just Shaking his body like a big man, following at the end of the mutant team, Sergey turned his head and glanced at him. His stern gaze made him a little solid, but soon he raised his head and looked straight at Looking into Sergey's eyes:

"I want to join you!"

Sergey glanced at the crying young man who was nailed to the road, and then at the bone spur sticking out of his palm. The bald man shrugged and put the juice in his hand:

"Well then, welcome to the Devil's Gang, boy."

The tramp cheered, he raised his hands high, like a festival, he looked at everyone on the street, and finally, he stretched out his hands, like a gorilla, and shouted to those passers-by with eyes full of fear:

"See! I'm a mutant! I'm the mutant you despise! It's you who made me afraid to go to school!"

His eyes were flushed, and he vented his emotions loudly:

"But I'm not afraid of you now! Chop Suey! I'm not afraid of you anymore!"