Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

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"This flight from Mexico City to Gotham City is about to land, please passengers..."

The sweet voice of the stewardess echoed in the cabin, always making some men think, but for others, these existences are meaningless.

There are always people who are very emotional in the world. After lacking some necessary things, the world is incomplete and will no longer be attractive.

Catherine leaned back in her seat and stared indifferently at the real scenery outside the window, Gotham... she was back, this city is so memorable, because in her life in the past, this is her first The place where I felt warmth and love this time, pinned her best memories.

But on the other hand, this city is so disgusting, because here, she also lost a lot, and the closest people in her life, only one is still here, every time you come back, Catherine could almost relive that kind of inner pain.

"Little sister, I see you are in pain, do you need help?"

A handsome man in a suit and leather shoes, a handsome and successful man, after the plane stopped, he naturally walked over to the suit. He had observed Catherine for a long time. From his professional point of view, Catherine’s temperament was very good. It clearly shows that this is the heir of a large family.

This kind of little girl who is not deeply involved in the world is the best trick, after all, he is professional in this regard.

Catherine didn't even look at him, which made this handsome guy who made the stewardess's eyes shine a bit embarrassed, and just as he was about to say the second sentence, eight men in suits stood up around Catherine's seat at the same time. Sunglasses, a brave man who is not easy to provoke at a glance, and a slightly rude, rude man with a thick gold chain, who looks like he is in his 30s.

"Take him down, with three cuts on his face."

Lewis's eyes were very hot. He saw at a glance what the butter boy wanted to do. With a wave of his hand, the panicked man wanted to leave quickly, but was grabbed by the three strong men and walked out of the cabin.

"Catherine, are you in a bad mood?"

Lewis asked in a low voice, "Would you like to go back to the villa to rest first?"

"No, Lewis, we go directly to the father and return to New York in the afternoon."

Catherine wiped tears from her eyes, "I don't want to go back to the villa, there is no cyber, no dad, no Kevin, there is nothing, there is only a house, there is no home..."

30 minutes later, Gotham Cemetery, at this time, this time, the cemetery was quiet, not many people were here, Catherine stood in front of the tombstone, looked at the erected cross in front of her, and the name of the father There is no epitaph, no life, nothing, and the humble is painful, but judging from the traces in front of this tombstone, people here often clean it.

"Dad, I came back to see you. I'm sorry I haven't come in the past two years...I'm actually scared to see you."

Catherine placed a bouquet of flowers in her hand in front of her father's tomb. She was 14 years old and she was tall, she had a height of 165. She was wearing a white sweatshirt, tights, leather boots, no dress, no makeup, or even a trace. The extra jewelry, a long blond hair draped behind her, the only thing uncoordinated was the old hammerhead shark bag she was carrying.

Lewis stood very far away from others, ensuring that no one would bother Catherine. As the immediate family members of Daddy, Cyber ​​and Kevin, Catherine is a well-deserved little princess in the devil gang system that is becoming more and more powerful today, ha Wei's character determines that he cannot contaminate the power of the devil gang, and a group of old people headed by Lewis fully support this heir who is increasingly cold.

The restless ones have been killed by Cyber ​​himself. After Gotham's "Bloody Night", the gangster that was a little bit immature was given soul and faith. After 3 years, now it has become a The real power group, at least in Mexico, they are well-deserved big brothers.

The $800 million of the Gotham gangster was money they could not earn in their lifetime three years ago, but now, the Devil Gang has almost monopolized two-thirds of the arms trade in Mexico, and half a year’s income exceeds this figure. Now They have become a behemoth that the Gotham gang could not reach.

The little princess's hand slipped gently on the tombstone in front of her, she whispered,

"We are rich, dad, our people are more and more, Harvey is a very good manager, although his face is terrible, but I know that he is actually a very good person."

"Kevin and Sergey are still in Central City, they may not wake up in their entire lives."

"Saibo hasn't found it yet. Harvey said he won't die. I also believe that he doesn't die so easily. How could someone like him be killed by a madman."

"I'm fine in New York, and I also found Selena, the voluptuous little **** who came to us at the beginning. Guess what she is doing now?"

Catherine seemed to remember something happy, she grinned,

"She gave up her degree, and started stealing things again, as Cyber ​​said, she should be a "miss thief" in her life, rather than learning others to go to school, she has risky blood in her bones , By the way, she also made herself a dress and gave herself a name, called "Catwoman", very silly, right?"

"I know she is imitating cyber and blues... but she is so stupid, she can never become them."

"Poor Gordon finally walked out, but now the Gotham omnidirectional police chief, no one dared to provoke him, he also sent Jimmy and Barbara to New York for school, I know, he actually treats this The city has no emotions."

"By the way, Bruce and Rachel have traveled around the world. They have been married for 3 years, and they have no children. I don’t know if they don’t want it, or Bruce’s bastards...hey, I know if I say it, you must Scold me..."

Catherine said, tears could not help falling down, she bent down, gently holding the tombstone, tears hit the tombstone drop by drop,

"Dad, I miss you so much..."

"Dad, I miss you so much."

The sky seemed to feel the sadness of a girl, and the already cloudy weather had drizzled at this moment. Catherine didn't care about these, because of the physique of the mutant, she didn't need to worry at all, but the next moment, a shadow blocked On top of her head.

Keeping the sad rain out of two people, Catherine raised her head and saw Robin, who was also holding flowers and holding an umbrella. Compared with 3 years ago, Robin is now more mature and has a mustache. His eyes were originally indifferent, but at this time, there was a little more gentleness, and there was a scar on his face. It was the "gift" he got in Gotham night when he walked in the armor for the first time.

Gotham does not have Batman, but the legend of the red devil is still circulating in this city. Whenever there is a resurgence of evil, he will appear and he will defeat them.

He placed the flower in front of his father’s tombstone and rubbed it on top of Catherine’s head. This was the favorite way to play with the little girl when they were still there. People will touch her head again.

"Little girl, finally back?"

"Woo"

Catherine couldn't bear it anymore. She cried and cried when she held Robin's waist, causing Robin's eyes to burst into tears. He patted Catherine's shoulder gently.

"All right, welcome home, little princess of the Christian family."

Lewis looked at this scene, and the uncle couldn't help but wiped his eyes. He looked at Robin and Catherine, the two men, already the last descendants of the Christian family, thinking that when Kevin and Cyber ​​were both there, Everyone back then, Sergey, Steve...

Lewis felt a hot eye, he hurried into the rain, lit a cigarette for himself, and let the tears mix with the rain flowing on his face, the old man's feelings were so gentle, silent, but when it broke out , Also unbearable.

On the other side, in New York, which is not far away from Gotham, the Marbury Grand Villa, in the brightly decorated and very modern villa basement, tired Tony Stark walked into it in pajamas.

He snapped his fingers, and the dark basement lit up, and he snorted,

"Javis, help me take Tina or Mia tomorrow morning? In short, help me take that woman away tomorrow morning, I'm going to be busy!"

"Understand that the coffee is ready. Do I need to start working now?"

A flexible metal mechanical arm brought Tony a cup of hot coffee, he took it in his hand, in the bedroom above his head, on the big bed, a stunner was in a deep sleep after exhaustion, she did not know, she wanted to hug The desire of New York's most famous **** thighs is over before they even begin.

As an experienced playboy, Tony knows who to fall in love with, who to play with, and what's more, he now has more important things to do.

"Well, open the work schedule that was not completed yesterday!"

Tony casually said that at the next moment, on the empty design table in front of him, a large dizzy blue line began to jump quickly, shining like a beating neon, but soon, they were in front of Tony. On the design table, a set of very three-dimensional pictures is formed, and there are indicators of various indexes around it, the most of which is a set of design drawings of the rotating steel armor.

It can be seen that it has not been completed, and in some details, it is similar to the set of things that Cyber ​​showed him 3 years ago, but Tony boldly changed it to the design he wanted, but nothing It is an exaggeration to say that in the era where the military has always been focusing on the power of weapons, Cyber's armor has opened a new door for Tony.

"According to the experimental simulation data, even with the most powerful micro-engine at present, it can not provide enough energy for this suit, especially if you strongly request to be able to fly..."

Tony's electronic intelligence Jarvis just got it out and answered with a metal tone, "If the current popular structure is used, the final design will be like this when the flight is guaranteed!"

With its introduction, the model in the air suddenly changed. Behind the original human form of the armor, there was an extra large backpack, which looked quite bloated. It should be loaded with solid dye.

Tony frowned.

"If this doesn't work, safety and flexibility will be reduced. According to Mr. Lucius's design, flexibility is necessary. Once it becomes bulky, the significance of this personal armor will be lost... It seems that energy is a big problem."

"Yes, sir, according to my calculations, if we can find an energy supplement similar to a reactor, we can use the method of ion conversion to achieve the function of flight and energy cannon, which is between the danger of nuclear energy, so I can The most suitable energy source found...is this!"

Jarvis's voice stopped, and a real video appeared in front of Tony. It was an oversized ring-shaped device, and the current in it rolled at a crazy speed, making the device look like an oversized electric lamp.

"You mean, the Ark reactor?"

Tony's frowned did not weaken. The reactor was designed by his father, the talented but assassinated Howard Stark. His unsmiling father said more than once, "The Ark reactor is the way forward for future energy." And, most importantly, he remembered his father saying, "There is some kind of secret hidden in that reactor."

But until the moment Howard and his wife were assassinated, Tony did not know what the secret was.

"The theoretical energy supply of the Ark Reactor is absolutely sufficient, but the problem lies in shrinking."

Tony closed his eyes. "The experiment of replacing nuclear fuel with palladium has been successful, but it is necessary to reduce it to the size of the palm... this thing is impossible to accomplish... at least within the next 10 years, this seems impossible, unless…"

"Ding Ding Ding Ding"

The ringing of the mobile phone rang, Tony, who was interrupted by thinking, connected the phone in annoyance, and a low-pitched male voice came from the other side,

"Tony, my boy, haven't you rested yet?"

"Stan, you know, I'm used to working at night. Is there anything?"

Tony asked while writing on the drawings, Stan, Oberdia Stan, the current helm of Stark Industries, a close friend of Howard Stark, Tony’s uncle, this middle-aged People say in their own low voice,

"I'm asking, the design time of the Jericho missile in the Stark Industrial Weapons Program has been greatly delayed. You should be responsible for this matter, right?"

Hearing this, Tony was bored for a while. He spent the last 2 years designing this suit. Where did he have any thoughts to design missiles, so he said perfunctoryly,

"Stan, my energy has weakened recently, I think we can..."

"Weak energy? I know that you have had a close relationship with at least 14 young girls recently."

Probably as a commander all year round, Stan’s tone also became serious, and there was even a kind of forced pressure in it, "Tony, I don’t mean that young people should not play, but you can’t waste your work because of it, your talent. ,your…"

"You would say that I don't think I can make money for you. I really doubt that if I can't make money, will you kick me away!"

Tony's mood is terribly bad. He is a very selfish person. He is very disgusted with the pressure of others. Tony is not the kind of person who can control his temper, like a spoiled child, so he explodes for granted. Already,

"I am the Stark family, the heir to Stark Industries, Stan, you can’t use me as a weapon designer under your hands, I also need time, I also need my personal space, not **** here At 2 o'clock in the morning, you are urged to draw the design of TM!"

Stan also seemed to be frightened by Tony's sudden outburst. He didn't speak for a long time. After a while, Tony's tone calmed down.

"Okay, okay, Uncle Stan, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have spoken to you like this. I know you are thinking about our order too. So, give me three more days. I put the complete Jericho missile. The data is done."

A few seconds later, Stan’s voice also came over,

"Okay, Tony, it's nothing. Your old Uncle Stan is not vulnerable to that point. Rest assured, I will help you to drag it again. Rest early and good night."

Obedia Stein on the other side put down his phone, he calmed down for a few seconds, then slammed his phone on the ground and stepped **** his feet. The bald middle-aged man's eyes sparkled with anger. It's a kind of grim, like an old lion threatened with status.

And how did the old lion treat the little lions who threatened him?