All Worlds Madhouse

On another continent, a mountain range collapsed like dominoes. Huge rocks flew everywhere, then crossed tens of thousands of meters in the air, and finally fell on a city far away, penetrating through large buildings. , and then had a close collision with the ground, and then, a cloud of smoke and dust similar to a mushroom cloud shot straight into the sky.

This was a stone that was affected by the aftermath of the fight between two people, and more miscellaneous things were already wiped out before the two people's intertwined fists came into contact.

At this moment, White Bear found an opening. He grabbed one of Superman Bruce's legs and assumed a 'throwing a shot put' posture in mid-air. Superman naturally would not neglect it. Then, with his ability to fly, he forcefully She grabbed the opponent's wrist and pulled the opponent into a 'wrist-wrestling' contest in the air.

For a moment, the struggle of the muscles caused the seawater below to collapse suddenly, almost boiling.

In fact, although these two people fought the most fiercely, neither of them was seriously injured. There was nothing that could be done about it. Who made the attributes of these two people so conflicting. Both of them are basically physically immune, but they both only have the means of physical attack.

Therefore, it seems that they are fighting each other to death, but if you let them continue to fight like this, they may still be like this hundreds of years later. But the two of them have to fight like this, otherwise, if the other party is allowed to intervene in the battle between other people, it will become a crushing situation.

However, at this moment, Ice Bear and Superman seemed to receive some signal at the same time, and each other was stunned.

"What?" Bruce's hands were trying hard to pry White Bear's thick arm away from his neck. The command in the earphone made him shout out directly: "Stop?"

At the same time, he also felt the strength on his neck loosen, and then he found that the white bear was also looking at him with a puzzled look.

The two just looked at each other awkwardly.

This embarrassing scene is not only happening to these two people, it is happening all over the planet.

"Stop?" Hannibal was stunned. The scalpel that was stabbing the opponent's carotid artery in his hand stopped in mid-air. At the same time, more than two hundred thugs behind him also stopped in mid-air with uniform movements, and he A strangely neat picture was formed.

At the other end, on a hill piled with corpses, Shirley Platinum was still controlling her tentacles to devour almost all life around her. Several people had been rolled up. In front of them was a huge meat ball. That meat ball There was nothing on it, just a huge, round, open mouth, with rows of teeth extending into the depths in a spiral shape.

Looking at their posture, these people were about to be thrown in and become food for the terrifying tentacle monster.

"What? Stop?" Following this question, the tentacle monster was obviously startled. Although it had no face, it could be clearly felt that it should be '? ? ? ’ expression.

Around a building complex that may not look so majestic, but the number of corpses is no less than in other places, a large group of people wearing clown makeup are massacring everything they can see in various ways. People wearing makeup.

Among them, a thin man was riding on another man. The gun in his hand was pressed against the other man's forehead. Then, the guy seemed to feel that the gun was a bit unsuitable, so he simply threw the gun away and replaced it. He took a knife and placed it at the other person's throat.

"Do you know why I don't use a gun?" He asked as if talking to himself: "It's too fast. Just a 'biu' sound and your life is gone. So, I think this is a kind of negative impact on life." You are disrespectful, so I am going to use a knife to end your life. Don’t worry, I will try my best to be as slow as possible. You have plenty of time to shout and ask for help. How about. Are you ready?"

The person under him was so frightened that he peed. He had no intention of asking for help. He just opened his mouth in pain and instinctively wanted to cry out, but when it reached his throat, everything turned into small waves. whimpering.

at this time

"Mr. Joker, he said on the phone, stop." A man in a clown costume ran over and said.

"Huh?" The clown frowned, as if he was unhappy with others disturbing him: "Stop?"

"Yes, stop so."

"Okay, okay, I got it." He said impatiently, and then turned to the poor guy below him: "Okay, I don't know why, but it seems there is a misunderstanding between us. Anyway, let me know on the phone I stop."

Hearing this, that person felt as if he had been given a new life. His painful expression suddenly collapsed due to the surprise. He didn't know whether he was crying or laughing. Anyway, he just grinned, with tears and snot flowing out at the same time. .

"Wow, wow, I'm saved. I'm saved, thank you."

"Poof" the knife pierced his throat, then turned it around habitually and pulled it out again.

"You may have misunderstood something. 'Stop' was what was said on the phone, not me." The clown looked at the twitching body in front of him inexplicably, stood up and stood back a little to avoid being splashed with blood.

The chaos is still going on. As mentioned before, this is a city of sin, so it is impossible to change it just because of a few phone calls.

But in some places, they finally stopped. They looked at each other inexplicably, and then gathered at the place where the order was issued.

Soon, everyone around Ziliang gathered together, and not far from them, a group of Batmans with different looks also gathered together. It was obvious that everyone was in a state of confusion. status.

"What's going on?" Freddy yelled: "I trapped 300 people in my dream! Do you know? 300 people, I have never had so much fun. I even wanted to build a mobile meat grinder. And at this time, you actually asked me to stop??"

In contrast, Constantine was much calmer. He lit up a cigarette and said, "I don't know what's going on, but it seems like this is all a trap set up by you and the other person?"

Ziliang shook his head: "It's hard to say. To be precise, it's not a 'game', because [Time], no matter what kind of 'game' it is, seems to have seen it in his eyes." It’s the same as thousands of cartoons, there’s no way to plot him. But, the result is pretty good.”

"Result? What result?"

"Hehe." Ziliang smiled: "The result is--we finally seized the [time], and now, we have to talk to him."