Dc Violence -Kun

Ba Di's face turned from a moment of stunner to solemnity.

When Badi has no smile, his solemn face will give people a huge pressure. In front of him, it is like seeing a big mountain getting closer and closer. It is buried by the mud at the foot of the mountain, which is gradually moving over.

This is almost a kind of mental willpower, which makes people feel a lot of pressure, and dare not laugh easily in front of him.

Little Luther saw that Badi's expression became serious, and he suddenly felt heavy in his heart.

The entire space seemed to be filled with pressure, making his breathing inevitably stagnant and slow, and a heart was lifted.

"You go out first. From now on, this computer room will not be allowed to enter without my order. As for the researcher who wants to run, he will directly capture the ground floor of the underground laboratory." Badi said blankly, his voice calm, no A slight change.

Little Luther didn't know why Bardi was so indifferent and indifferent when he heard the name of the death knell. He even felt a depressive feeling of a stormy battle.

He withdrew from the computer room and did what Badi ordered him.

Badi did not become solemn because of the name of the death knell. He is no stranger to the name of the death knell. He is not surprised to appear at this time.

Even if the death knell is Colonel Slade in the real face, Bart will not be surprised.

What really made Badi's face serious, and the seriousness in his heart, was that he was too safe in the big environment.

It went too smoothly, it was too much of a matter of course.

Of course he knew that power could not rule everything, so he became the god of suicide slums, bringing them hope, direction, and way forward.

Sam Lane went to the town of Ston, looking for clues to take down the position of General Vic.

General Vic, prepared all the mighty weapons in the southern suburbs of the metropolis, and wanted to completely kill the Badi.

Things seemed unremarkable, as pale as rippling puddles.

Badi did not know their actions.

But does all this have nothing to do with Badi?

In fact, the central point of all this revolves around Badi.

It revolves around Badi's alien identity.

He knew it from the moment he knew the death knell to find himself.

His alien identity has not been exposed. He has even developed a great degree of calculation speed through his sun-basking brain, and he has to know it clearly.

The death knell is Colonel Slade.

In the same way, he can become a death knell with the help of a real genius-level biological expert. This person can only be Jenny.

"Ah…"

Badi's expressionless face suddenly uttered, and his right hand began to hold his left hand again, and his thumb rubbed in the heart of the left hand.

His body is erected like a stone monument, and his eyes are thinking deeply. Under the blazing light, he looks like a thinker of the beauty of Greek white jade sculptures, with extraordinary charm.

The death knell is irrelevant.

Of course, this is not the most important.

The most important thing is that the death knell appears suddenly, have the confidence to find yourself.

Does that mean that General Vic still has not reported his alien identity, so the entire upper class of the United States does not know their alien identity.

Bardi did not think that the entire upper echelons of the United States really let him live in the metropolis and make trouble.

Even if human beings have different skin colors and races, they have to fight for life, curse life and curse death, wishing that there is only one race in the world.

One's own race and skin color are proud, and I can't wait for all other races in the world to be inferior, lower one's head.

In the past wars, there were too many such wars of extinction because of race and skin color.

What's more, Badi is not even a human being, but an alien with the appearance of a human being, whose power is close to that of a god.

Is it possible for humans to tolerate themselves?

This is impossible.

All human beings, especially the upper-class figures, will conduct research on their own, just like General Vic, General Vic is a typical careerist, who wants the Master and the power of Paldi.

But now only the death knell is coming. What does this mean? Representing the ambition of General Vic, he still did not report his alien identity to the upper echelons of the United States.

He still wants to monopolize himself.

"This is great."

Badi's thoughtful eyes flashed, and suddenly his right thumb lightly pressed the palm of his left hand.

He has been appearing in Gotham and the Metropolis in high profile, and his behavior is simply telling them that I am here.

He just wanted to see their attitude.

Badi had imagined many situations, but he did not expect that he would usher in an optimal situation.

Whenever he stays in a hotel, he must have the highest floor, standing next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the starry sky.

He always looked up at the sun, his pupils looked through the blue sky and the clouds, listening to the movements of all directions, thinking about everything.

He stood on the Tower of Babylon, raised his head high, and the sun branded his figure like a god.

You think he just wants to stand on a high place, under the sunlight, say something like a demon like a god.

Heaven and earth, I am the only one

NS?

No, it is not.

He was looking at the nuclear bomb, to see if it had landed on his head, the only sword of Damocles made by humans that could kill him today.

He didn't look down on anyone, he was cautious and bold.

Be cautious to strict.

Since I arrived in Gotham, in the past three months, I have never slept once.

Even if I close my eyes, I still look up at the sky through my eyelids, through the perspective line, far-sighted line, and never stop.

As soon as he sees the nuclear bomb, he will instantly calculate the position of the nuclear bomb from his head, avoiding the center position, so that even if it is affected, he will only be seriously injured, and he will still be basking in the sun in the future and have enough strength to rise.

This kind of caution is already cautious to respond when the vegetation breeze moves.

Because he was actually not very sure, General Vic knew how much he was capable.

In case General Vic still has a backup of his body cells and research data.

At the same time, supplying the entire upper strata of the United States will trigger a monstrous earthquake.

The wisdom of mankind, Paldi has never looked down upon it. There are too many geniuses in this world.

In case they know that they are gradually basking in the sun and have become invulnerable, they will be able to resist nuclear bombs in the future.

This chance is too small, but still not to be ignored.

Because of the existence of Badi, they didn't understand, they were afraid to understand a little bit, the fear of intent to imagine, the fear of Badi was like a tiger, and they wanted to kill him.

Of course, no one dared to do this kind of thing, even to make suggestions, because Badi had always existed in the city.

So Badi has always appeared in high-profile, testing them.

What only makes Batik even more strange is that the entire city has not been mobilized by any high-ranking officials, and has not received any information.

There is no such thing as a so-called upper echelon to contact him.

This made Badi more cautious and courageous while he was suspicious.

He didn't know until the death knell came.

General Vic still regarded himself as something in his pocket, and did not let other upper-class people in the United States know his alien identity.

"This is great."

Badi put his hands down, a smile appeared on his face.

The later you know your alien identity, the less likely it will be to be targeted, and even if you delay for a few years, Bhadi will be able to prepare everything.

As for the future.

The future of earthlings will naturally be Master in his hands.

The question now is...

Get rid of people who know their identity.

Badi narrowed his eyes and patted the huge host with his hand.

"I wanted to see you right away, Hera, it looks like it's going to be a while."

Badi smiled, turned away from the host, and left.

The location of the host is on the fourteenth floor.

When Badi came out and walked to the corridor, it was already dusk outside.

The sunset shines through the glass, reflecting the sunlight in the corridor, with a hint of warmth, dim, and quiet.

‘Bang...Wow! ’

The silent sunset was suddenly destroyed, and a green saber dagger pierced in and pierced the glass.

Badi smiled and stretched out his hands to clamp the green saber dagger.

It's...lucky, and...pleasant!

A tall figure suddenly appeared, standing on the windowsill, with a two-colored mask on his face that gave people an invisible deterrent like a ghost.

The sunset glow dimly reflected on his back, setting off his tall, majestic, murderous body.

His shadow grew very big, covering the whole body of Badi, and a ribbon was blown up by the breeze behind him.

"This dagger... once took my eyes."

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