Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Mexico is a typical mountainous country, and the capital is a plateau area, and the temperature has not changed much. This makes the country’s agriculture developed, and corn is the most important crop in this country, but This supposedly affluent country has a lot of fate. In fact, this land has almost never been quiet since civilization.

Being ruled by the Spanish rulers for more than 300 years, the overall culture of this place is biased towards European civilization. Unfortunately, the invaders left, but the land that continued the war is the United States, France, internal dictatorship, these intricate wars The reason has been wiped out in history, and the only thing left is a land where poison X is rampant. It can even be called one of the "poison sources" of the world.

This peak period of illegal trade even occupied two-thirds of the demand of drug addicts in the United States. When the money came very fast, it brought up a group of drug lords that can even fight against the government. Don't expect how much drug lords Patriotic, the first thing they make money is to recruit troops, consolidate their strength, and then die in the hands of opponents or themselves.

It's like a deformed circular event, from the moment it starts, it can never end.

However, the drug addicts in the United States have been very anxious recently because Mexico has started fighting again, and the prices of those lovely crystal powders are going to rise again. They thought that it was only a small conflict that lasted for more than half a month, but they did not expect This fight is a full half a year, and the most terrible thing is that this time is not a war between drug lords and drug lords. No matter who wins, it will not affect the price of drug X. The side of this war is completely rushing to build the country. Yes, and they have zero tolerance for poison X!

For a time, the price of poison X in major cities in the United States has skyrocketed as if it had been knocked out, and all the addicts have complained, brother, this problem is big!

The drug addicts can't inhale the drugs, but they dare to cut themselves, and now some people cut off the source of their happiness, can this be tolerated?

So inexplicable parades in major cities in the United States demanded that the government send troops to calm down the war in Mexico. However, no one paid attention to these clowns.

Because... they can't control it either.

"The 7th Reconnaissance Team! Dequeue!"

Accompanied by the harsh veteran instructor's orders, 10 guys wearing military uniforms and carrying rifles walked out of the queue in unison. It looks like a well-trained soldier, but the problem is...

"Pawn Beckett! Take back your **** tail!"

The old mercenary from Hanmer Industries shouted helplessly. The soldier who was called was also helpless and put the rifle aside, reaching out to plug his scaled tail back into the special pants. This action attracted The soldiers around laughed.

"What a smile! You guys are also mutants! Damn it!"

Beckett was holding a gun full of grievances, followed behind the captain, accepted today's mission, and then, with his brothers, sat in the praise of the new Hummer military vehicle, and rushed out towards the endless Gobi outside the barracks.

The soldiers Beckett looked at the flashing scenery outside the car window, but couldn't help wiping the cold rifle in his arms, thinking of the past days, it seemed like the next world.

Like many Ypsilon-class mutants, Beckett was born in a slum in faraway London, England. His childhood life does not need to be said much. In short, he spent it in theft and starvation and beatings, and The powerful and elegant Alpha-class mutants are different. The weak Ypsilon-type mutants have poor combat effectiveness, and most of them have mutation features that cannot be covered.

It is normal to have a slender tail like Beckett. At least he only needs to cover up the tail, so he does not need to worry about being recognized as a mutant.

Beckett's most memorable scene is when he was alone in the childhood hiding under the bridge pier of the city, looking at the rainy rain that seemed to never stop outside. It was really a difficult day.

"I said, Beckett, how did you come to Mexico?"

The vice captain Cromwell turned his head and asked, this guy is a black man, but he has two black horns on his head, just like the tauren in a legendary game. He is from the Texas countryside. There he has the nickname of "half cow", and Cromwell inherited the optimistic nature of black people. Although he has been despised in the past and even almost killed, he still lives happily every day, although occasionally Will hold a gun to patrol the edge of the battlefield, but at least don't worry about being robbed of the last burger.

Hearing the deputy captain's inquiry, Beckett shrugged lazily:

"I was originally a member of the Brotherhood's European Chapter. When the British crowded out the mutants, I went to Canada again, and finally got lucky in Alcatraz Island, and was thrown here. How about you? Cromwell, Don’t everyone know why you came to Mexico?"

"me..."

Cromwell held the gun and leaned comfortably against the window. Occasionally looking back at the military vehicle that followed, he whispered:

"I adore Mr. Cyber, I came to Mexico voluntarily. There is a recruiting office in the Devil Gang in Texas. The person in charge there is a good-spoken gentleman. He has a resounding name, "Brand King", he is a The powerful Alpha, his wife is also Alpha, in short, one day, I saw Mr. Cyber's speech on the street, I ran to the recruitment office, they told me that we plan to build a country, and asked if I would like Come, so I nodded."

"what..."

Cromwell drew a piece of chocolate from his pocket and distributed it to Beckett. He stuffed the remaining half into his mouth. While eating, he said:

"This is probably the best choice I made in the first half of my life, at least it won't be thrown away."

"You have been thrown fruit, hahaha, you luck!"

Beckett laughed, he touched his head, there was a terrible scar there: "I was just beaten, with a steel rod... that group of human **** drank too much wine, blocked me in the alley, they Hit me with a stick, they thought I would not resist, but I did not make them feel better!"

"Come on, Beckett, just stick!"

Cromwell lifted his clothes and showed the scary knife marks on his waist. He grinned and said, "Did you get stabbed with a knife? Or was it the **** lunatic when I was a kid, they said I was Witch, if it wasn't for another mutant passing by to save me, I would die...I hate them! Beckett, I hate those humans!"

A gleam of hatred flashed through Cromwell's eyes, and then he sighed and recovered his smile again:

"Mexico is such a great place. Do you remember the army we broke down the day before yesterday? The real head-on collapsed! That feels great! Maybe it's called glory, and even if you die, there is a pension..."

Cromwell snorted: "No one will give us a pension before, this country will be built, and we will take the time to fight the arrogant Yankee guys, and sooner or later they will teach them well!"

"Speaking of it, have you seen Magneto before, Beckett?"

The conversation between Corporal Cromwell and the soldiers quickly attracted the attention of the captain. The middle-aged man with a sprawling spur behind him threw two cigarettes and joined the discussion. He looked at Beckett and asked with a smile:

"I heard that Magneto is also a good leader. I used to belong to the school of Professor Charles. I often followed some weird people to march, but fart is useless."

"Captain Gore, speaking of that, I have really seen Magneto."

Beckett smoked a cigarette and said enthusiastically: "That was when we were still in Canada. Mr. Cyber ​​rescued an alpha from our side. My boss was a torrent and an alpha. They were in Toronto. One battle, destroyed half of the city, and then Magneto personally went to our base and selected people to pursue Mr. Cyber."

He frowned and reached out to wipe his face:

"Magnetic King has wrinkles on his face and his hair is white. It was not so haggard then. When I met him at Alcatraz Island, he was already very vicissitudes, but Magneto was a good leader anyway. Or, at least at that time in Canada, no one dared to publicly humiliate the mutants. Of course, it is still incomparable with the current Mr. Cyber, we all account for one quarter of Mexico after all."

"Hey, I think yes, Mr. Cyber ​​is the boss of 1V1 single challenge over Magneto. He must be more powerful!"

Cromwell smiled, probably thinking that the topic was a little weird, so the black man coughed and shifted the topic: "Brother Gore, what are we going to investigate this time? Are they the camps of the drug dealers?"

"No."

Old Gore smoked a cigarette and waved his hand:

"The above said that we will not fight in the last 3 months. We have to leave time for the recruits to train. The four new commanders are very strict. Some of the recruits who have just been sent have suffered. We will go this time. Select the military camp for them, and then re-divide the isolation zone...Maybe there will be another one-month vacation, you can go to Gotham or Star City to play, that is the territory of the devil gang, no one will discriminate us."

"I want to go home..."

Beckett yawned: "The place where we just landed. The place is now managed by mutants. I bought a house over there. It's very cheap. If I want to take a break when I'm on vacation, it is said that there are still Some unpleasant mutant babes who have lived in Europe settled there, hehe..."

As soon as Beckett's voice fell, a thunder rang above everyone's heads, and everyone was startled.

Cromwell unconsciously put his head out of the car window and looked up at the sky. At the next moment, the bull-headed black man shouted:

"Gore, Beckett, come and see! The sky! The sky is cracking!"

"Click"

The military vehicle stopped at the same place, and the second military vehicle at the rear also stopped. They jumped out of the vehicle, looked up at the sky, and looked at the sky. The original blue sky and white clouds had disappeared, replaced by a dark red cloud. The storm, it was selected, like a pair of eyes split in the sky, looking at the world indifferently and indifferently.

And there were thunder and thunder in the cloudy clouds, and there was a colorful light shining in the middle of the sky. There were shining rune lights in the surrounding clouds. Looking at the mountains was like a legendary scenery, and it was like The gods are about to fall from the sky.

"Gosh! What the **** is going on?"

Old Gore held the helmet above his head and shouted. He touched the car phone, but there was only a busy sound in the ear. Everyone raised their heads helplessly and watched the sky change. When it was the most fierce, everyone could even I feel that the sky is the same as the Buddha.

"My God! My god!"

Beckett felt dry. He held his rifle tightly in his arms. This cold weapon could bring him a little peace at this moment, but this rare weather changed quickly and went faster, probably After about 30 seconds, everything in front of me suddenly disappeared. The blue sky and white clouds hung on the sky again. It seemed that the previous scene had never appeared.

"Gore, Gore, shall we move on?"

Cromwell yelled that Old Gore didn't speak, but Beckett shook his head hard:

"Don't go! Let's go back! Those runes... I have seen those runes... We will report to the sir! I hope I read right... Odin is up."