Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Bad weather is always hard, especially for people who have not recovered from injuries. It is better to rest at home in this cold weather, but there are always many things in life that you need to deal with. Even if it is painful, some things Still have to do it.

On a certain street in New York, in a very normal-looking office building, Agent Sylvite handed the umbrella to the tall bodyguard next to him, and then followed the swaying secretary into the quaintly decorated office inside.

It can be seen that the owner of this office knows life well and is also very artistic. The entire office is covered with wooden floors, and an antique-style fireplace is built next to it. There is a large bearskin rug beside the fireplace. Two people Sitting there talking happily.

One of them has a large figure, like a fat man with a bald head, wearing a white suit and red pants. He looks happy, but it is not difficult to see his identity from the iconic sapphire cane in his hand. This is New York. The gangster king, the guy who monopolized the drug trade in New York.

Kim and... Wilson Fix, the idol of all the punks in New York.

And the other person sat opposite him, leaning on the luxurious sofa very relaxedly, holding a small glass of whiskey in his hand, he was full of white hair, with a pair of old-fashioned round eyes, dressed in elegant clothes They are neatly arranged, with that appearance and that temperament, it is like a person who has stepped out of history.

He didn't seem to notice the bald agent's entry at all, until Agent Sylvet coughed lightly, and he whispered:

"Mr. Daniel, I was ordered to come to assist you in your work."

"Oh, Fix, here comes our capable assistant."

Daniel Whitehall put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up, and straightened his clothes. He looked to be in his 60s, but he was hale and hearty, almost like a young man. He walked up to Agent Silver, very Gently stretched out his hand, and held it with Agent Sylvet.

"Thank you for your contribution to our cause, Mr. Silvert, Pierce recommended you to me. He said that you are the best and most loyal agent under his command. Do you think you are?"

This question with a hint of scrutiny is undoubtedly a temptation. Agent Sylvet straightened his body, put his left hand on his chest, and shouted loudly:

"Long live Hydra!"

"Um..."

Daniel Whitehall would no longer lose control of his emotions because of such passionate slogans. He just rubbed his chin and circled around Sylvette. He reached out and took off his eyes, and looked up at Hill. Werther, the shining light in those eyes made the bald agent feel a hint of malice.

It was as if what he was facing was not an ordinary old man, but a guy who could see into his heart.

"Ahem..."

Whitehall suddenly coughed twice. He took out the handkerchief in his pocket and covered his mouth. When he took it away, Sylvester saw the blood stains on it, which made his eyes narrow. Letting Whitehall notice it, another senior executive of Hydra threw the handkerchief into the trash can as if nothing had happened. He patted Sylvester on the shoulder and said in a low voice:

"You have secrets in your heart, but this is normal. You have a profession of keeping secrets, but I hope that you can give everything to our cause, just like our pioneers... Come on, give me and My friend Fix, tell me what you are going to do."

Agent Silvet felt a little ups and downs in his heart. For a moment, Ruiwen even wanted to kill the old man in front of her. She instinctively felt that there was something uncoordinated in him. Bloody, weird, aura like a shadow curse.

This is an executioner with blood on his hands.

But when it comes to camouflage, Ruiwen is a professional after all. She is very stable, and she made herself calm almost instantly. He coughed softly and said softly to Daniel Whitehall who was sitting by the fireplace :

"If nothing else happens, Congress will pass a resolution to abolish the "Mutant Registration Act" within 3 days, and the united mutant society will be broken up again, and the factors of instability will return to the original non-threatening situation. After threatening the government's important bargaining chip, we will clean up the Devil Gang entrenched in Hell's Kitchen."

The bald agent pushed his glasses:

"The S.H.I.E.L.D. will lead the cleanup. After this round of evictions ends, New York will return to its original calm."

Hearing this series of words that made him dizzy, Jin couldn't react for a while, but he was not an idiot. He soon realized that these people in front of him were planning to use the situation to force the Devil Gang to leave New York, and they could use The power of the group sounds very powerful, which makes Jin Bing, who has just sworn to join Hydra, somewhat relieved.

There was also a smile on his face, but Whitehall snorted coldly:

"Well...it sounds very good, but how are you going to deal with Cyber ​​Hawk? He is the real soul of the Devil Gang. You can't expel him, so don't even think about expelling the Devil Gang. Unfortunately, according to my Research, Cyber ​​Hawk has undoubtedly stood at the top of this civilization's force, and the numerical advantage is just a joke in front of him."

"So to deal with monsters, we can only use another monster."

Agent Silvert lowered his voice: "From this bill, don't you think of a person who has almost been forgotten? That person can fight against Cyber, and we don't need him to defeat Cyber, as long as we maintain a top level The confrontational situation of forces, and in the balance of forces at the lower level..."

The bald agent pushed his glasses and said very confidently:

"We have the advantage!"

At this moment, Whitehall finally had a smile on his face. He raised the wine glass in his hand and shook it in front of his eyes: "Very well, I now believe that you are Pierce's best agent, but our brother Fix has some little "trouble" to deal with."

After he finished speaking, Jin Bin nodded, leaning on the gem cane in his hands, and nodded on the ground:

"Recently, my trading place has always been robbed and attacked by some "superheroes". They have seriously damaged my business. Mr. Agent, since I am already a brother of the same organization, I will simply speak clearly. "

Jin Bing pondered for a moment, and reported a series of numbers:

"Every time I sell 1KG of goods, a quarter of the money I get will be put into the organization. According to what Mr. Whitehall said just now, this has become a very important source of finance for the organization in New York. You see, if I If I can’t sell the goods, if the sales of my goods plummet because of those damn fleas, and the ones who suffer the direct loss are ourselves.”

Whitehall also spoke:

"The insignificant money that Pierce drew from SHIELD's public funds is simply not enough to support the rapid development of the organization. In this case, Brother Fix has taken on this important mission. Agent Sylvester , I know that Pierce is seeking to promote you to the management of the organization recently, which requires the approval of more than two supervisors."

"Look, the vote of approval in my hand is here!"

Whitehall reached out his hand and clicked on the empty table. He looked at Agent Sylvet: "There are serious factions in the organization. As Pierce's confidant, I won't fully trust you, and I don't need you to help me spread the word." Running to find a test product, I just ask you to do this well... that's all."

What Whitehall said was very straightforward and merciless, but it made Agent Sylvite feel relieved. He nodded, looked at Jin Bin who was sitting on the side, and asked:

"And Mr. Fix, who are those people?"

"Oh hehe, that's too much."

There was an awkward smile on Jin Bin's face, and he reported a long list of names: "Spiderman who has recently gone crazy, a race car driver whose body is burning with flames, a blind man who claims to be a night devil, and a security company employee." Invulnerable Hercules, um, and a woman, Jessica, a private eye, and finally a retired special soldier who calls herself The Punisher."

Whitehall's gaze became strange. Jin had so many opponents, which really surprised him. He suddenly felt that it might not be a good thing to rashly include Jin into the organization. They united against Hydra.

But Agent Sylvet just nodded:

"Okay, Robbie Reyes won't harass you anymore. I can be sure of this. Private detectives and security companies can solve it through official channels, and special forces are also easy to handle. The only problem seems to be the spider. Hell and Daredevil."

There was a smile of victory in the corner of Sylvester's mouth:

"Leave it to me, and I will take care of these issues."

In the next few days, the weather was calm, the day was still the day of ordinary people, and the night was still the night of heroes. Over the city, a dark figure flashed away. He was running vigorously on the roof of the city. Jumping down from the sky, heading all the way to Queens.

Peter didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him. On the contrary, he felt that he was in a very good state. He just broke the legs of a thief with his own hands. Seeing that the villain got the punishment he deserved, he felt that his hard work was rewarded. Isn't that what superheroes are supposed to do to protect citizens from evil in return?

"This suit is really useful."

After pinching the railing with spider silk and rolling a curtain, Little Parker saw himself through the glass, wrapped in black clothes, with scarlet spider patterns on his clothes, and the original red and blue pattern on his head. His hood turned into black and white, looking ferocious and mighty. Most importantly, this self-aware creature can strengthen his reaction, his strength, and his agility, making him a more powerful incarnation. spiderman.

Yes, he could feel that the strange life covering his original battle suit had self-awareness, but he didn't think it would affect him, and that consciousness was also very smart, it inherited some from the previous host. Evil dark negative emotions, it has learned to think, it knows that if it shows more intelligence, it will be abandoned again.

So it is intelligent and silent, using the lowest level of consciousness to cover Little Parker's mental fluctuations, quietly attracting him, and getting closer to the most primitive instinct bit by bit. In fact, this consciousness from a foreign land doesn't know anything at all. It is called darkness, and it is only driven by the biological instinct to drive the host to fight and hunt instinctively.

It's a very old-fashioned way, but unfortunately, Parker was unsuspecting about it. This was the first time he had been induced by the mind, and he was naturally immersed in it.

Just like a hypnotized person never remembers when he lost himself.

"Hi Gwen!"

He found a remote place, took off his battle clothes, put on his casual clothes, stood at the intersection, and waited for his girlfriend to finish class. As a lady of a high-ranking official family, Gwen's schedule was very full. Even during the holidays, she has to devote a lot of energy to class.

Soon, Gwen, who was wearing a light blue sweater, followed her classmates out of the private class. When she saw the little spider waiting by the side of the road, she waved happily at Parker, and then quickly ran towards Parker. Come over, Parker opened his arms, ready to give his girlfriend a warm hug.

"boom"

The wall around Gwen was suddenly torn open, and a giant azure creature rushed out of it. The sound of the collision of machinery and gears made one's hair stand on end in the darkness, and between a few jumps, the cold sharp blade smashed towards Parker's head.

The smile on Parker's face hadn't disappeared yet, but the girl's body had already spewed blood, and fell into the bricks farther away.

"No!!!"