All Worlds Madhouse

Superman looked at the scene in front of him.

"Is this your goal?" he asked.

White Bear [Strength] and Selina [Death] naturally also saw the scene of Ziliang's death.

"Yes. Although he doesn't know where he got such a body, the taste of [sin] will not be weakened because of the different carriers." Salina responded.

Superman glanced at Selina coldly: "So, now that he is dead and everything is as you wish, can you leave?"

Selina smiled: "Haha, leave? I only said that this guy is our target, but I didn't say that this guy is already dead."

"What do you mean?" Superman asked.

"Of course it means that he is not dead yet. No matter how he created this scene, I unconditionally believe that he is lying to us." Salina said: "After all, if it is so easy to kill him, Then we don’t have to go to such trouble to contact you. You can’t think of this, right?”

Selina looked at Superman pointedly, but Superman just returned the cold gaze.

At the same time, among the 12 urban districts.

When hundreds of bombs explode together, the power is naturally not as simple as one plus one. At this moment, the entire city has been completely reduced to ruins.

Among the ruins, Ziliang and the others were all sitting together. Although they were not seriously injured, they were all disgraced.

"I have to reiterate again that the fake picture of your death cannot be concealed from the other party at all. As long as a 386 processor is used, you can tell that the picture is a lie." A little man with a red circle on his cheekbones said the doll.

Ziliang shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"Whatever, that picture is not meant to deceive people anyway." Ziliang said while holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"Ah? Then why do you want me to hack into that drone?"

"It's like an auction of famous paintings. The painting itself is not the focus at all. The focus is the bidders and the money."

Billy looked like he didn't understand.

"Let's put it this way, it doesn't matter whether the false information can be kicked out of the system." Hannibal took Zi Liang's words and said: "Because, as long as the picture is seen, even if it is false, it will Deliberately taken as true, after all, this world is ultimately controlled by Superman. He actually doesn't care whether we are dead or not. He just wants to make other elements of the universe think that we are dead and drive them away quickly. And Us. Haha, I guess in Superman’s eyes, we are just a group of ants that can be crushed to death at will.”

"But. Since he thinks we are weak, why doesn't he rush out and crush us to death now?"

Ziliang smiled: "Hehe, Superman is not a fool. He does not have a strong alliance with the elements of the universe. If you were him, you would rush out to fight with your opponent and let others sit down. Are you reaping the benefits? Besides, those cosmic elements have not come directly, so there is only one possibility. That is that he knows that now I have the ability to kill at least one of them in an instant, so they want to deal with it now I only have three ways.

First, use the power of Superman to block us here.

Second, try to figure out why I dare to be so blatantly exposed in front of them!

Third, design a game to force out my trump card.

Without achieving the above three points, Superman and the cosmic elements are relatively safe for us. "

Harley Quinn frowned: "Well, what do you mean, besides Superman and cosmic elements, do we have other dangerous factors?"

Ziliang nodded: "Of course, as I said, this world is a much stronger plane than the X-Men, so Superman is not the only person we need to pay attention to."

Quinn was stunned. After all, she was someone who had lived in a plane with a similar background. So Ziliang's words immediately made her think of something: "Could it be that he is still alive?"

The words have not yet fallen

Just listen to the sound of searching in the darkness.

Then it clicked.

A black dart shaped like a half-moon was firmly inserted into the wall next to Ziliang.

"Who is it?" Shirley immediately looked towards the direction where the darts were flying. At the same time, several Lickers rushed into the darkness.

Hannibal, Old Joey and others also immediately looked at him coldly, as if they were ready to face another battle.

Only Harley Quinn looked at the familiar batarang and pursed her lips in disbelief: "Okay, he is indeed alive."

Ziliang smiled and pulled down the dart: "Okay, stop looking. If he doesn't want to come out, no one can find him."

Sure enough, the few lickers that rushed into the darkness came back soon, and they concluded that they found nothing.

In fact, not only was it not found, but there was no trace, smell, or any trace left behind. The dart seemed to appear out of thin air from the darkness, and even the compass showed nothing.

"Did you know someone would come?" Hannibal asked with a frown. In fact, he already had the answer in his mind.

Of course Ziliang knew that someone would come, and he said from the beginning that this battle should be fought beautifully, so the purpose of doing so was probably to lure out this person.

"Who is he?" Hannibal continued to ask.

Ziliang shook the batarang in his hand: "A guy who is somewhat famous, but is always shy and unwilling to show his true face."

"So? What are you going to do?"

"What for? Oh, of course I'm going to find him." Zi Liang turned the dart in his hand and saw that a very strange pattern had been carved on the back and side of the dart with a sharp object.

This pattern consists of four lines. The first one is a downward curved arc, and then above this arc, three vertical straight lines are drawn. Generally speaking, it looks like an upside-down coconut shell with a Three chopsticks.

"What does this mean?" Shirley asked.

"He is telling us where he is." Ziliang replied.

"Uh, it looks like a pig's butt with three pig tails." Old Joey expressed his opinion very well.

"Compared to a pig's butt, I think it looks more like an island with three trees." Shirley also muttered.

At this time, Hannibal seemed to have thought of something.

"No, it's neither. This curvature is definitely an aorta."