Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"clatter"

"clatter"

"clatter"

The sound of shoes colliding with the floor resounded in a messy ground. The sound was not conspicuous mixed with the screams and cries of all the people in the hall, but soon, accompanied by the sound of gunshots like popping beans, a broken gong The roar of the throat also rang out.

"Shut up the fuck! Anyone who screams again will be killed!"

Bullets flying in all directions flew over everyone's heads. Under the extreme threat of death, everyone shut their mouths very quickly.

Those were two guys wearing crude clown masks, with pale skin, bright red nose and mouth, and exaggerated expressions. Under the threat of the explosion that had just reimbursed more than 20 people at one time, these clown masks looked so impressive. People are frightened.

Exaggerated black humor, sometimes, a smile is scarier than a knife.

"Hey, hold on to this thing!"

The tall guy squatted down, pulled the tab casually, and stuffed the grenade in his hand into the hand of the security guard whose leg was injured. This is a safe grenade. After pulling the tab, if the safety spring does not If you jump out, it will not detonate, but in this case, you must hold the grenade tightly with both hands. Just let go, and the grenade full of fragments is enough to destroy all existence within 20 meters.

The guy in the somewhat dirty purple suit stuffed a dozen grenades into the hands of the other people lying on the ground, and then the guy with black gloves announced in a hoarse and weird voice,

"Hold on to your and my life, don't make any bad moves, you and I don't want anyone to get hurt, don't you?"

In a bank lobby full of black burn marks and bad smells, he held his gun in one hand and the other open with his arms open like a real madman.

During this process, one of his accomplices rushed into the door leading to the vault with a strange instrument, and then a few shots were fired, and the other guy was holding a gun, hovering around the hall to monitor, holding a gun in his hand. The muzzle does not leave the crowd at all.

But when he walked to the side of the bombed-out office, in the ruins behind him, an extremely bad arm burned by flames and explosions stretched out with difficulty, and the black gun at the end of the arm mouth.

"bang bang"

Two gunshots sounded, and the guy wearing the clown mask was shot in the back. One shot hit the back of the head directly, damaging his motor nerves. He didn't even have a chance to shoot, so he fell down like that, but the next moment, the man in that suit The robber in the purple coat reacted quickly and fired a few shots at the pile of ruins. The struggling Mr. Hofs was hit, and his screams sounded, representing the disappearance of the threat.

The other people screamed again during the gun battle, which seemed to anger the bastard in purple clothes. He reached out and fired a few shots into the sky, and then took out a grenade from his pocket, in front of everyone's eyes. He pulled off the pull ring and just held it in his hand.

His hoarse voice sounded again, and there was a sense of helplessness in it,

"These days, I really have to do everything by myself, listen to me! As long as I see anyone moving or hear any sound, I will let go immediately... Hehe, look at me !"

This guy pointed his body with a pistol in his hand, and then said something creepy,

"Do you think people like me are afraid of death?"

The face under the mask looked at the intimidated scene with satisfaction, and he said meaningfully,

"Your lives are valuable, and I won't touch a penny of yours, so we are not enemies...so don't try to be heroes! OK?"

No one answered, and he didn't need anyone to answer. During the few minutes of waiting, Mr. Hoffs' painful moans made everyone's hearts rise to their throats. They prayed to God who may or may not exist, Finally, during their difficult wait, this psychotic accomplice in a purple suit stepped out.

He struggled to drag a dozen big bags full of dollars, and then went back and forth three times, piled up with blue bags and money in the devastated hall.

However, this should have been a moment of harvest. Although there was a little trouble, they succeeded in the end. This should be a moment for the robbers to cheer and celebrate. However, the atmosphere between the two accomplices was somewhat inexplicable. stagnate.

The guy coming out of the vault with the money pointed the gun at the robber in the purple suit when he turned around,

"I guess you were instructed to kill me after everything is over, right?"

The short guy seemed a little excited, he waved the pistol in his hand,

"Damn it! We got that planning sheet together, and we said we were going to make a fortune together! But when I just went in, Fuller wanted to kill me! Kanter must have been killed by our companions! I just Knowing that the damn clown must have saved his hand! Say, what is your order?"

The guy in the purple suit turned around slowly. He looked at the muzzle of the gun in front of him, and seemed to be a little dazed. He couldn't help switching the grenade in his hand to the other hand, put the pistol in his pocket, and pulled He opened his sleeves to reveal the colorful children's watch on his arm. He looked at the time, then turned his head, and saw what he wanted to see with his eyes under the clown mask.

"No! What are you talking about? My partner, my order is to kill the school bus driver..."

While speaking, he took two steps back, facing the muzzle of the gun, he raised his hands,

"Hey man, I never thought about killing anyone...really! Never!"

And his companion was still confused because of his words, he couldn't help asking,

"School bus driver? What school bus driver?"

The guy in the purple suit stretched out his finger and pointed to his back,

"Look, that's the one!"

"boom"

At the moment when the confused guy turned around, a yellow school bus with full horsepower reversed and crashed through the hollowed-out glass gate of the bank, and the shattered glass shards flew across the sky in a colorful way. Yes, a rainbow-like halo, that unlucky guy was hit by a school bus, and he flew backwards backwards.

He fell in the middle of the hall in a state of embarrassment, and the robber in the purple suit was left alone. He turned his head and looked at the unlucky guy with his head tilted. The broken glass pierced his heart. From the impact just now, he was already hopeless.

"click"

The back door of the school bus, which was covered in dust and had a slightly distorted carriage, opened, and a guy wearing a clown mask jumped off, and threw the bag full of banknotes on the ground into the school bus without saying a word. It took 2 minutes Time, after moving everything, he asked suspiciously,

"What about the rest?"

He was greeted by two bullets flying towards his body. When the school bus driver, the last accomplice, fell to the ground, the guy in the purple suit even whistled, seeming very satisfied and very comfortable.

In the eyes of all the onlookers in the hall, there should have been at least 6 robbers in the gang. Only this guy in the purple suit was left. They lay in place and witnessed a truly high-IQ crime.

But he didn't leave immediately, but looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and then walked into the ruins of the office that was originally bombed with brisk steps like a child. He stretched out a few bricks and stones It was lifted and thrown aside, revealing the miserable Mr. Hofs and the unconscious Sergey below.

The only two survivors of the first explosion.

He bent down and patted the cheek of Mr. Hoffs, who was on the verge of coma, with a cold gun, waking him up. Then, without saying a word, he stuffed the grenade in his hand. Hoffs knew this thing What is it, so even if he was shot in the body, he still struggled to control the grenade that was about to detonate, and did not dare to relax at all.

Then, he heard the weird guy in front of him say in a lazy and mocking voice,

"The police are five minutes away, the mobsters are about three minutes away, and the Central School bus will pass the bank in two minutes, so let's cut it short, sir."

"Ahem...you don't know...you don't know whose money you are robbing!"

Hofs looked weakly at this weird guy wearing a clown mask. He also saw several other corpses wearing a clown mask. He smiled with difficulty,

"You think you're smart, huh? You kill them, and the people who hired you will do the same to you!"

"Hey hey man, wake up!"

The clown squatting in front of him patted his face and said in a teasing tone, "No one hired me, I just thought, doing this... is very, very cool! Isn't it?"

This remark enraged Hofs, who cried out with the last of his strength,

"What the hell are you! This city, Gotham, the criminals here used to have their own beliefs. Falconi did it to win the glory that cannot be obtained in society. Others want to gain respect. You rob The money is just an appearance, only a fool would care about these things..."

He held the grenade in both hands, breathing hard, his chest heaved like a broken bellows, he roared and laughed, like a man at the end of his life, and like a wise man who has seen through everything,

"Look at you! You crazy man in fancy clothes, you killed dozens of people for money... What do you believe? What are you doing for? Tell me! Tell me!!!"

"But that's not what you called the last person in a fancy dress!"

The guy reached out to remove his mask, and Hoffs' eyes widened at this moment. He saw the face, which was covered with white paint, with large black eye circles on the eyes, and bright red paint. Painted lips look like a real clown.

But the wounds on both sides of his cheeks cannot be faked. This guy... this guy's mouth has been cut open...Related to his current mental state, Mr. Hoffs has a strange guess in his mind. Guessing finally broke his will.

"You... you crazy..."

"No, don't look at me like that, I know what you're thinking, but I'm not crazy... You see, I'm about as good as Batman, aren't I? That's how bad people are, you call him a hero and you call me Crazy... I am very dissatisfied!"

He pursed his lips, his eyes revealed an undisguised madness and joy after committing a crime,

"Listen, what am I for? It's simple, I just...wanted to do it! So I did it! It's an invitation, you know? To invite people who I'm interested in to come and join me play games…"

He chuckled, took out a bloody poker card from the inner pocket of his dirty purple suit, and placed it in front of Hoffs' eyes,

"As for what I believe..."

He put on the clown mask again, took out another grenade from his pocket, and in front of Hofs, wrapped a thread around the pin of the grenade, and put it in Hofs' pocket, and finally , he waved to Hofs like an old friend waving goodbye,

"Honey, I believe that anything that doesn't kill you makes you more...weird"

"Goodbye, I hope you can survive, and then tell the story of the clown far away... Oh, no, no, let's not say it, after all, as a villain, you shouldn't be too famous, right?"

The school bus moved slowly, and the moment it left the bank, it happened to be the moment when four school buses from the Central School passed the gate of the bank. It followed the school bus and left the street majestically.

Hofs, lying on the ground, could only watch helplessly as the rope with the latch in his arms stretched closer and closer. Finally,

"click"

The latch was pulled away, and Hofs' face was extremely stiff at this moment. He was ready to face death, but after a few seconds, only a disgusting gas came out of his pocket, and Hofs I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn... it's a simulation toy..."

While other people saw this scene, they saw the ball of green gas rising into the air, and they also saw Hofs throwing the grenade aside with difficulty, and the foul-smelling gas also rose.

It's a toy!

"Ah, hell, I'm scared to death!"

A fat man lying on the edge of the hall breathed a sigh of relief. He was frightened just now, but now he seems to have fully recovered his reason and courage. He looked at the "toy" grenade in his hand contemptuously, with a smile on his face. With a hint of ridicule, he threw the thing out of the window viciously,

"He thinks he can scare us with this thing?"

The others were also relieved seeing this scene, but seeing them let go of the grenade one after another, Hofs yelled with difficulty,

"no, do not want!"

"Boom!"

Two groups of flames exploded again in the bank lobby, involving everything around them. Hoffs felt a heavy object hit his head, his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.