Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

The Mutant Registration Act does not show its power in Gotham, because except for the devil gang mutants, the place is almost a restricted area for mutants, and there are only a very few in the entire city. Mutants live in seclusion, not to mention the big forces, and naturally there will be no impact.

But when you actually enter New York City that is directly affected by this bill, you will only see the consequences it really causes.

"Let the registration act go to hell!"

"We want human rights! We want to live!"

"Strongly oppose unfair treatment!"

In the busiest streets of Manhattan, crowds of people rushed to the streets, holding various slogans, walking around with great force. In Times Square, tens of thousands of people shouted a mess of slogans and looked The momentum is strong, and there are men, women and children in the crowd. At first glance, you are filled with righteous indignation. Most of these guys are mutants, but the most tolerant is that there are some ordinary people.

Yes, you are not mistaken! A bill aimed at protecting the interests of ordinary people will actually attract the opposition of ordinary people. Although you can also say that they are a group of true fairists and a group of truly kind people, you can’t deny that from a higher perspective , These people have actually betrayed their own group.

At a time when the relationship between mutants and ordinary people is becoming more and more tense, they are undoubtedly traitors.

"So what are they against?"

Catherine pulled down the baseball cap on her head and turned her head to look at Alvin. The little girl's face was full of doubts: "Is this action really effective? They are just venting their dissatisfaction, but I am not Seeing any substantive actions, besides exposing their weakness, what else can they do?"

Xueba Alwin pushed his eyes and said very rigorously:

"Of course, your suspicion is right. From all aspects, the so-called demonstrations are meaningless. People who can change the direction of the policy will not pay attention to them. Those who pay attention to them are people who are not helpful to the progress of the incident. , To be honest, I don’t know the meaning of this kind of behavior, why they would be happy.

"This is part of ordinary people's thinking."

Wearing a slim denim suit, Felicity, who showed the good figure vividly, couldn't help but sigh, as an ordinary person, she said softly:

"They are good at doubt and not good at acting, they always think they can be the core of the incident, but they are nothing, God, I only found out how stupid this kind of behavior is when I get used to your style of doing things..."

"Meaningless!"

This is the comment of Emma holding her shoulder. Clarice looked at the compatriots around her with pity. She pushed her sunglasses and said to Catherine:

"Let's leave here, it's a waste of time here."

Catherine nodded, and a group of people walked through the crowd under the leadership of the devil's gang, and got into the car to the stronghold. Felicity sat in the back seat, holding a modified laptop in her hand. Ten fingers quickly rapped on the keyboard, and the glasses maiden who entered the working state was indifferent, and her whole body exuded strong self-confidence. The art had specialization. She and the battle were insulated, but the creator gave her another In terms of superb talent.

"Ding"

Her finger finally pressed on the keyboard, a smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and then turned the computer to Catherine around:

"found it!"

Catherine turned her head and looked at it. It was a complex satellite map. She could not understand it for granted, and Felicity explained:

"They were hiding in the sewers at the mouth of the Hudson River. This is where they are now. There is no movement. Apparently planning something."

"well!"

Catherine pulled the brim and whispered to Chas Chandler who was driving, "Chas, turn around, go to the Hudson River, Alwin, you are the pioneers! Get them in 5 minutes!"

After talking, the little girl touched her phone and made a call:

"Santa, you can do it, and our actions on this side will pass quickly."

The other party didn't say much, just briefly, she hung up the phone, Catherine put down her phone, she took a deep breath, and in the rearview mirror of the fast-moving car, she was more indifferent. s face.

The Hudson Estuary, which is the closest port to New York City. It used to exist as an industrial port, but in recent years, this place has become a good place for tourism. Every day, travelers from all over the world Board the boat here and enjoy the view of New York.

But now, the entire city is a parade of mutants, and there are fewer tourists in New York, especially in areas where conflicts are more intense. It is said that friction between mutants and ordinary people occurs every day. The police force of the New York Police Department All have been mobilized, but some corners of the city are still similar to the fierce battlefield.

Of course, there are some areas where they can’t go. For example, the **** kitchen is building a commercial center. It is said that many mutants who resisted the corner fled there, but the police did not dare to cross the border to catch them, because the gangs that rule there are very tough .

At least these policemen have never seen the ruthless people who can carry the Vulcan machine gun and the heavy police confrontation. This new organization called the Devil Gang is overbearing and arrogant, but to be honest, they are not a serious problem because they are against the **** kitchen The blocks outside are not interested at all. Even if there is only one street across, the police will not stop them from hunting down the mutants who have committed crimes.

"Oops"

A faint knock on the door rang in the sewers at the mouth of the Hudson River. The city is full of underground water circulation systems. These sewers built in the past are very wide. It is suitable as a hiding place when necessary, and who I don't know what kind of creatures exist in this huge sewer, and occasionally some strange things will pop out.

For example, a few turtles dressed up like ninjas. Of course, these guys are currently preparing for a moving operation, and they don’t have much time to wander around at night.

"Who?"

The man hiding in the sewer was very alert and hid in the doorway, carrying a weapon in his hand and asked in a low voice: "password!"

"Variants are supreme!"

The thin and tall guy outside the door also responded in a low voice. The atmosphere on the scene was similar to the handover of some secret work. After a moment, the door was opened, and the man who opened the door had two horns on his head. Obviously, This is also a mutant.

"Come with me, the leader is waiting for you!"

The guy said a whisper, turned around and walked deeper into the sewers, tall and thin, there was no doubt that he followed him, and went deeper into the sewers. After the last incident in New York, members of the Brotherhood everywhere It fell into a state of division. This division and separatism temporarily disappeared until the return of Magneto, but there was already a major shuffle within the Brotherhood, and many regions had their own leaders.

A few minutes later, at the end of the dim sewers, the tall man walked into a packed temporary look-out area. In front of him were dozens of mutants who were all doing their own things. It is so normal to go up.

"Cough"

He coughed softly and focused everyone's eyes on himself. He whispered:

"I brought Magneto's order! He let us mix into those marchers and find opportunities to trigger conflicts with ordinary people, or find a way to enter the antidote distribution area in Manhattan, and find a way there. It’s best to make a noise and destroy it!"

"So...Will Magnet mean to let us die?"

A hoarse female voice interrupted the narrative of the messenger. She came out of the dark, with a slender figure, short wavy hair, and thick eyes around her eyes. Behind her, two pairs of wings like dragonflies closed together. This is the Salvadoran angel, a mutant warrior who once had a relationship with Cyber, and one of the leaders of the New York Brotherhood.

But now, her condition is not quite right. She left her shoulders and a slender cigarette in her right hand. In the smoke, she walked to the waiter. She asked in a low voice:

"No response, no follow-up plan, just to make us upset, is it like sending plaice to death and sending us to hell?"

"You... what are you talking about?"

The messenger couldn't help but took a step back. He asked back: "Is the flounder not alive well? Hasn't she betrayed the Brotherhood and invested in the devil's gang? Has something happened to her?"

"Uh"

A whip-like thing was thrown out of the darkness, caught in the messenger's waist, and smashed him **** the ground, and he was dizzy, but just as he was about to jump, the angel of El Salvador High heels with sharp metal brackets stabbed hard into his palm, and blood spattered at this moment.

The surrounding variants also stood up silently, followed behind the Salvadoran angel, and surrounded this guy, one by one, with a bad look, and in the darkness, another figure came out, that was the old acquaintance of Cyber ​​and Catherine. One to five short stature, average grade, but the toad is very good fighting in the water.

One of the elders of the Mutant Brotherhood, he moved his fingers and came out of the darkness. He grabbed the angel’s neck and whispered in his ear:

"Tell me, how did the plaice die?"

"I...I don't know!"

"Uh"

His left ear was pulled off directly, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes and angry toad grabbed his head fiercely, screaming like a lunatic:

"I don't know! You TM don't know!! You TM don't know how my plaice died?"

"boom"

The messenger's head was smashed **** the ground, and the toad who wanted to eat someone pulled a dagger from his belt, compared to the messenger's neck that had been bleeding to the ground. The veteran has completely lost his mind at this moment. He gritted his teeth and said in the messenger's ear:

"Let Eric Lansell go to hell! He has betrayed the promise he once made to us, my best friend became a **** of his evil conspiracy, and he was so easily sacrificed because of a Damn it all... let him die."

"Let your brother meet ghosts!"

"puff"

A head with a horrified look flew out of the body, and the **** toad stood up swaying, his face blank, everyone in the squad knew that the toad had a role in the flounder Dorothy. A special relationship. They grew up together since they were young. They are more intimate than their siblings and more pure than their lovers. Now, the plaice is dead and is dying in their own conspiracy.

How can this make Toad not crazy?

"It seems that you have made a choice."

Catherine walked out of the darkness of the sewer with her little devil gang. She held a compact disc in her hand. The data was copied directly from the monitor of Wayne Forest. As the Batman's base camp, the ghost The place was almost full of cameras, and Felicity easily found the full video of Dorothy's death from it.

Of course, the scene where she was dragged out of the darkness by Eric Magneto was not cut down. The leader who had vowed to give everything to the career of the mutants eventually betrayed her oath.

She looked at the dozen or so silent mutants in front of her. She was silent for a moment before reaching out to the Salvadoran angel:

"Cooperate, I won't let you join the Devil Gang, but Dorothy is also my friend. In order to make her go more peacefully, I think we can cooperate temporarily."

The angel of El Salvador did not speak. She smoked a cigarette silently. She looked at the toad who had lost her soul. Finally, she shook her head:

"I must be crazy before I choose to work with you."

She reached out and took Catherine's hand. She looked at her and said softly, "Will you and your cyber Hawk become the second Eric Lansell?"

Catherine sniffed, and she shook her head stubbornly:

"No! We are much better than him!"