Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Every city should have a police chief and a gangster godfather, representing the manifestation of light and darkness in the world, one party presided over justice, and the other wielded evil, all The stories of oppression and resistance basically start from these two points, which is a microcosm of human civilization.

This is true in every city, and naturally includes the famous metropolitan New York. After human civilization enters a new era, this ancient cycle continues. Of course, the current gang godfathers have a lot of civilization, and they will not be in broad daylight. The gunmen were sent from house to house to collect protection fees.

Only the little **** do that. They are looking for more valuable, but also more dangerous business.

The West Village of Manhattan, a place known as New York’s most literary place, has born many poets, writers and scientists, as well as hundreds of times their addicts, and even those with bright appearances may be this in the dark A member of a large group.

The amount of poison X consumed every week here is staggering. It is amazing that the gang emperor Jin Beng, who currently monopolizes the poison X business in New York, needs to send someone to trade here, and it is very good to do transactions with these secret high-profile figures. For the worthwhile things, they are generous, sometimes even unexpected joy.

Therefore, Jin has always sent the people he trusts the most to do this, and a lot of bad things have happened in New York recently. He lost a large amount of gold and for the hands he only laid golden eggs. The hen is paying more and more attention.

Drug X trading sounds very fashionable on the tall, in fact, their form is no different from other wholesale retailers, just a coat of darkness and force.

"This is next week's goods! The price will not increase, thank you Jin Bo boss for his kindness."

In the cargo bay of a medium-sized truck, five heavily armed gangsters are trading with their "retailers". The outside world is dark. It seems that it is more appropriate to carry out this black business on this dark night. In short, 80% of transactions are actually done in the dark.

But this time, whether it is a gangster armed with force or a retailer waving money, there is some fear and caution on the face, just like a mouse secretly crawling out of the hole for food, afraid of being a violent big cat Pressed on the ground, eat clean even with leash.

"This was last week's money!"

A middle-aged man who looked like an upper-class society snapped his fingers, and his entourage threw a black suitcase to the gangster on the opposite side. They opened the suitcase and saw that it was full of banknotes. No need to point, the other party handed over a larger box.

"Mr. Jin Bin is very satisfied with your cooperation, Mr. Rudolph."

One of the gangsters who was in charge of accounting and the shiny and shiny hair comb whispered: "We will give you 2 times the goods starting next month."

The middle-aged man who sat on the opposite side, as if attending a ball instead of making a dirty deal, did not rejoice at the good news. Instead, he touched his carefully groomed mustache, thought for a moment, and shook his head:

"If it's time in the past, I don't mind. Such cute gadgets are indispensable in the literary salon, but this will not work for a while..."

"why?"

The bookkeeping gangster couldn't help but ask, the latter looked at him and pointed his finger to the sky:

"Because the spider is very manic recently, I don't want to be ruined by him. In fact, other people should think the same way."

Mr Rudolph smiled and shook his head:

"Three days ago, Dr. Herman’s clinic was demolished by the spider. The poor old man later recalled that the spider was like crazy, chasing a small bag of trash and finally demolishing a small half of the street. Yesterday, I saw the madman leaping from a higher level in my house holding a bastard. The poor **** broke at least 20 bones."

After speaking, the middle-aged man dressed up by the gentleman also expressed emotion:

"God, that’s on the 7th floor. Although he had also cracked down on crime before, he even rescued my niece from a **** pedophile. That was beneficial and welcomed by everyone, but now, I have to Say, his recent actions have been overdone."

"So you're worried about a spider who doesn't know when it will come, and you're not willing to make two cups or even four times the profit?"

The gangsters grinned and used a clumsy technique to lure the middle-aged man in front of him:

"Think about it, Mr. Rudolph, when no one else can bring out enough goods, but you have plenty of goods here, those "big men" who originally looked down on you, but couldn't help but feel hungry. , Where will they go?"

"Fur..."

The **** also smoked, and said comfortably: "I have always respected you artists who have ink in their stomachs, but I know that even an elegant drug addict, if you don’t smoke for 2 days, you will feel uncomfortable and want to commit suicide. …Speaking of it, didn’t you get the idea?”

These words moved the salon organizer in front of him. He did not lack money. What he lacked was a social status, but he was not willing to take risks. Even every transaction would not be faked, but came in person. Even if he was caught, he would be unlucky alone, instead of implicating the big man behind him.

Because of such protection measures, Rudolph’s small circle was seized three times, but the fourth resurgence, and there is even a tendency to gradually expand, relying on Rudolph’s all-round “caution”.

"OK then."

Mr. Rudolph nodded his head and snapped his fingers. His high-paying bodyguard handed out the money in his right hand, but at this moment, there was a muffled noise from the top of the truck.

"boom"

Something fell on it.

The sound shocked everyone. The gentleman got under the table for the first time, but no one laughed at him. Everyone took out the weapon in his hand and pointed to the compartment above his head. On the trigger.

"Don't be impulsive! Don't worry! We have 6 people, he only has one!"

The gangster with the oil head drew out a pistol. He was also a little flustered, but at least he was not at a loss, he shouted loudly:

"Everyone is in a circle, back to back! I don't believe he dares to rush in so directly! We will...ahhhhhhh!"

Before the words were finished, the glass next to the nail was smashed by a punch. He had just raised his pistol, and a sticky white spider web stuck to his sleeve. The next moment, he could not shake the giant The force came and dragged him out of the carriage.

The bullet flew in a moment, punching the car in front of me, and the smell of blood mixed in the smoke, shouting anxiously:

"I hit him! He bleeds!"

The gunshots slowed down, and the most daring of all the people stretched out their heads to see, but found that it was the little oil head that was pulled out just outside the car. The happy dog's legs were dead, and the man screamed:

"No! Johnson is dead! We killed him!"

"Damn it! He's still...be careful!"

"what!"

As soon as the warning sounded, a dark shadow directly tore the roof of the car and jumped into the car. The sound of the bullet rang again, and the shell hit the ground. The blood and hot smoke made Rudolf hiding under the table. Covering his ears, he screamed in horror.

He is just a dead artist, why should he torture him like this?

"Booming"

The sound of the body hitting the steel is so creepy. If you don’t see it with your own eyes, you can hardly believe that a normal person will be beaten like this, but the deadly bullets are so useless when facing the more deadly hunter. By 20 seconds, those guys with guns fell into the car crookedly.

Poured on the poison X that they used for profit, blood spilled... Yes, no one survived.

"boom"

Rudolph’s hiding table was smashed with a punch, and the wood chips were flying. The outdated artist screamed enough to pee his pants like a castrated male singer. He waved his hands in panic and opened When I opened my eyes, I saw a black scarlet armor with a scary scarlet spider on his chest.

"Spider...Spider-Man"

Rudolph screamed: "Don't... don't kill me, please!"

Peter Parker glanced down at the box at Rudolph's feet, the scattered banknotes and the crystals, he sniffed in disgust:

"You...you are guilty!"

"But I will not die!"

Probably spurred by death, Rudolph screamed and retorted: "I just buy and sell poison X, even if it is the most demanding law, I only need to spend 10 years in a prison in New York...I should not be so. Execution! God, you are not a law enforcer, you murderous spider!"

"Ok?"

Meeting a man who dared to refute made Parker feel a little puzzled. His head was close to Rudolph who was strangled by his neck. He whispered in his ear:

"Are you afraid of me?"

The cruel, cold breath made Rudolph out of that heroic state, and he begged loudly for mercy:

"No no no! I'm afraid of you, don't kill me, I won't do it in the future! Look at the past, when you were wearing red clothes, you wouldn't kill, everyone liked you, didn't you? After the black clothes, everyone is afraid of you, you don’t want everyone to be afraid of you, right? Don’t kill me, spare me, as the red spider before...please."

"and many more?"

Parker shook his head suddenly, seeming to drive away some dark thoughts. He tilted his head and looked at Rudolph: "Before? Am I different from before?"

"Not the same! How could it be the same!"

Rudolph, aware of the hope of survival, shouted loudly:

"Before you were like a protector, you will be disciplined a little bit, and will tell us what is wrong, what can not be done, but look at you now, you are like a butcher, look at you, eyes Kill 6 people without blinking, god! Are you crazy? Or are you controlled by some kind of ghost!"

This sentence slowed Parker's movements and threw Rudolph on the ground. The latter gasped heavily, turned his head and rushed out of the car, running and shouting:

"Help! Help!"

"You are the same as before, Parker, you are fighting evil, and he deceived you and killed this guilty person! You have to protect those who are kind... Punishing evil is doing good!"

A voice sounded in his mind, quickly making Parker's puzzled eyes cold again:

"You are lying to you! You are guilty! You... **** it!"

"puff"

At the next moment, Rudolph's cracked chest spewed blood, and warm blood plasma covered the entire compartment. Parker took a deep breath. The **** smell seemed to make him very comfortable. There was some impulse in his heart, left hand Stretching out, a web of cobwebs stuck to the power pole above his head. After killing 7 people, he quickly rushed into the night.

Five minutes later, he returned to his room. The black spider suit quickly fell off his body and rushed into the bedroom like a bull. After a moment, Gwen's delicate voice sounded:

"No! Parker, not today! No...ah, I hate you!"

In the dark red face, the black spider suit was thrown on the window sill, and the moonlight shone on the dark uniform, and a colder light flashed out, making the suit seem special.