Dc Violence -Kun

On the velvet bed, sunlight came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the luxurious dark gold curtains with lace silk thread were always opened. The sunlight gradually spread from the balcony and the ground to the goose down bed, and the soft velvet bed was concave. personal.

Bati opened his eyes slightly, and the sunlight spread over his half of his body. The energy absorbed by his skin made him awaken. From the brain and every cell, it was working again, awakening and stimulating like morning dew mint. Focusing on the nerve center makes people refreshing.

He got up from the goose down bed, pulled out his arms from the neck of the woman who was sleeping next to his arm, naked, and opened the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. The sun and fresh dew mist pounced on his skin, refreshing and comfortable, it was almost summer. A touch of coolness in the day, the skin pores feel cold and refreshing breathing.

This is the best place for suicide slums, created by underground exchanges, and a place to enjoy. The group of rich and nobles, even if they pass by such a place, they must create comfortable and luxurious houses for themselves.

But it's cheaper.

He turned around and looked at the big bed of goose down. The woman had become a corpse, with many bruises on her body, each of which was gently stroked by Badi with his hand.

Ba Di’s gentleness is painful to ordinary humans.

He also has no hobby of torture and abuse.

Last night, he and the entire 675 members of'Pamurotdi' celebrated the unity of suicide slums. A female assassin suddenly appeared to assassinate him when he was most relaxed. In the month he ruled the suicide slum, the thirteenth assassination.

The difference is that in the past twelve times it was a male killer, this time it was a female killer.

He was used by Bhadi to experiment with his own control.

He stimulated thermal vision a few days ago, and used it to experiment with the efficient use and control of the energy stored in the cytoplasm of the body.

Although his power can be controlled very well, he is still dissatisfied.

"Clark's ability to have children in the comics shows that he can't shoot Louis to death. This kind of control is almost control over every cell, how can I control it."

Bati squinted and looked at the corpse on the goose down bed. He deeply felt the threat of Clark in the future. Just having the power to pull the earth, he could control it to drink coffee with a porcelain cup without breaking the cup. This kind of control power It's scary enough.

Is it because he grows naturally and has unlimited potential?

Or use kryptonite to weaken one's own strength and create humans with Louis?

Sure enough, it is the Code of Life! ? Recording all the genes of Krypton, helped him control his body?

It's still that he has had the utmost ease of body control from the beginning.

Badi murmured to himself and frowned.

He didn't shoot out last night, he will shoot people directly when he shoots out.

The reason why this female killer died.

It's because she is really a competent assassin, with poisonous needles in her lower body.

In this case, facing the body of Ba Di’s steel, it was very tragic. The poisonous needle was directly hit by Ba Di into her body; she also bit down the antidote between her teeth very quickly, which was very important in the development of poison and detoxification. Struggling between.

After seeing her in this way, Badi ignored her and went to bed, but she still couldn't last long and died directly.

Because Badi hit the poisonous needle too deep.

After frowning and thinking for a while, Badi skipped it. He turned his head and looked out the French window, the central city of the metropolis in the distance. His distance vision and perspective allowed him to see the sight of the city beginning to wake up in the early morning.

The sun is spreading, and the metropolis is rising and prosperous, tall buildings are erected, and the glass on the surface reflects the sun, warming the entire city, the lively flow of people, vehicles, and the scene full of life and vigor.

The perspective and distance vision retracted step by step from the tall buildings, and the line of sight shrank back, like a train retreated, turning back to ordinary people's vision.

He raised his head to look at the sun, smiling with his mouth curled up.

The next step is to truly conquer the metropolis.

While conquering the metropolis, Badi has also sent people to small villages in Nevada to monitor the Kents and the farm.

"Ling Ling"

He rang the service bell and asked people to dispose of the body.

Then there was a demon-like figure, a beautiful milf who delivered food to him, and looked at him bitterly, with expressions in her eyes, directly on her face: Why don't you eat me?

She is the boss of the rose blood recovered by Bati, a mother in a chicken coop. There are few conscientious people in the suicide slum. She provides protection for the prostitutes under her command. She does not lack the means and winks. She is a powerful woman.

Bati calmly put on clothes under her greedy gaze, and sat down at the table to eat breakfast.

"I really want to go to the central city of the metropolis with you? You know, you have a strong desire. I can satisfy your desire, no matter what your posture or posture." She rolled her fingers with a bit of resentment. The hair is glaring like silk, obviously well-dressed, and every word and deed reveals a charming and mature atmosphere.

For this man who can provide protection to her sisters under her command, she will not have any rejection, only wanting to get closer.

"Not yet, you will be shot to death."

Bati took a bite of bacon and said calmly.

The glamorous woman put her hands on her chest, put her hands on her chest, and said angrily: "My boss, I have never heard that this thing can shoot people to death, and I can understand that I am dirty."

After the mature woman finished speaking, the expression on her face inevitably dimmed a little.

Badi did not answer the conversation, but paused for a moment with the knife and fork in his hand.

No one is as dirty as my heart...

He sighed in his heart, and suddenly remembered Jenny.

She should... survived!

The atmosphere became silent.

After a while, Ba Dicai said with a smile: "You don't want your sisters to be prostitutes all their lives. I will set up many companies when I go to the metropolis. You need to be excellent public relations."

Finally, Bati added another sentence, which made the mature woman happy and cheerful.

"I like subduing temptation."

The mature woman snorted: "Sure enough, it's a man." The figure is demon, plump and charming, like a peach has matured.

Badi smiled, knowing that this mature woman will do well.

Since unifying the suicide slums, he has smiled a lot more, sometimes smiling and squeezing people's heads, sometimes facing the sun, sometimes when his subordinates regard him as a god, he smiles and looks down at them.

After Bati finished breakfast, she said: "Lionel Luther's son wants to see you."

He raised his eyebrows. He had never deliberately sought out Lex Luther, nor did he give him any information. He did not even take any action to recover. He may be in the future or a figure in an enemy country, but for him now That said, it really doesn't make sense.

In terms of wisdom, Bardi’s Kryptonian brain after awakening, regardless of the degree of calculation and scheming, will throw him a few blocks away. Whether in science or in battle, Bardi possesses enough technology for him to learn inexhaustibly. If the genetic defect is completed, it will only be more powerful, and there is no need to worry about him.

He picked up a cup of warm hot cocoa, and the bitter and sweet chocolate aroma flowed into his throat. He let go of the feeling, tried his best to make the taste smooth on his tongue, and closed his eyes with enjoyment.

"Call him in."

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