The Death Knell

This was certainly not a cold joke. Although Su Ming was happy to see Barry, he was not relaxed to that extent.

He really came to consult an expert.

To put it in some fantasy terms, Colonel Sanders, who has manipulated his men to kill tens of billions of chickens and cows, is already close to the Taoist in dealing with chickens and cows. If those chickens and cows have souls, those undead souls may still be with him. He was circling around him and wailing, causing all his kind to run away quickly when they saw him.

"My pet wants to eat that chicken-cow monster, and that's important to me."

Su Ming could only explain to Barry this way, and then pulled him towards Sanders' villa. Although Barry was confused, he could only accept it. He had long been used to giving up thinking.

On a warm sunny afternoon, if he hadn't heard the chaotic sounds coming from the streets in the distance, Barry might have thought this was a good opportunity to meet his idol, but he still smiled at Su Ming.

"Sorry, I'm leaving for three seconds to deal with the chaos in this town."

"Go ahead." Su Ming nodded and asked Strangler to change his suit: "I'm not Batman, so time doesn't have to be so stuck."

Barry raised a finger to indicate wait, then turned into a ball of lightning and disappeared. Within three seconds, the streets outside were quiet.

He disarmed all the madmen who were causing trouble, sent them to the police station, and returned the weapons to the Hall of Justice for safekeeping. Then he went home, took a shower, and brought a gift.

A bottle of very ordinary red wine, Barry was a bit poor, so this gift was considered a good one.

Returning to Deathstroke, he took a breath and said with a pink ribbon tied to the wine bottle in his hand: "Okay, let's go in."

"How's the research on stasis going?" Su Ming asked him as he walked.

Barry shook his head, and his expectant expression also weakened a little: "It can be used, and it is getting smoother and smoother, but considering that it is one of the forces of dark creation, I don't think this is a good thing."

"Be careful. If the world becomes abnormally peaceful, don't be alone. It's best to be with Diana."

Su Ming warned and pushed open the iron gate of the courtyard.

Here is a small garden separated by iron gates and fences, decorated with very beautiful vines and flowers. The black iron art looks very dignified at this time. As expected of a rich man's home, Colonel Sanders's villa is even more dazzling and magnificent than the Wayne Mansion, except that there is no butler.

The two of them saw the old man with a white beard in the distance. He was sitting on the terrace next to the swimming pool, drinking under an umbrella.

Many bottles of wine were scattered on the floor, and a crutch was propped against one side of his chair, and a pump-action shotgun stood on the other side, as if he was always on guard.

It's just that he obviously drank a lot, and now his eyes are closed. If something happens, he probably won't be able to hit the target if he picks up the gun.

There was no smile on the face, and the hair was messy, making him look very haggard.

"Colonel Sanders?"

Barry raised his hand and waved, saying hello to his idol. Although he didn't think it was the right time to meet, now that he was here, he came.

"No colonel! We won't be selling fried chicken today, please leave!"

The old man grabbed the crutch and danced it towards the sky, but soon lowered his head in despair, covered his face and choked.

He has been selling fast food for 80 years. Eating every meal of fast food has kept him walking and strong even though he is over 100 years old.

As a result, a month ago, all supply chains were broken, and the world fell into chaos. This was a crisis that had never happened even if the earth was flooded before. But now, even alien suppliers no longer send chickens and cows. .

The Year of the Villain has not only come to the earth, but now all intelligent creatures in the universe know that the universe is about to be destroyed.

The chaos on the alien planet is even more serious than that on the earth. Even Superman has to go to the universe as a vigilante to prevent the hopeless aliens from taking their family and driving a spaceship into the sun to commit suicide.

Sanders was also desperate. Without raw materials, there would be no fast food. What was the point of living for him?

Thinking about it, he felt sad. He saw his favorite junior Flash again, but he still couldn't control his emotions.

Barry looked at the death knell. He was not good at dealing with such a scene. To be honest, it was quite embarrassing to see the old man crying in front of him. He didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"Take me there."

Su Ming nodded towards Barry. To deal with such a knowledgeable person, simple comfort is useless. To stimulate his own fighting spirit, such a tool is useful.

The Flash put his hand on Deathstroke's shoulder, pulled him into the bullet time realm, and ran to Sanders' side in an instant.

Then Barry made a toothy expression, indicating that he would leave it to Deathstroke.

Su Ming looked at the empty wine bottles on the ground, took out a bottle of Skywalker's fine wine from his pocket, and stuffed it into Sanders' hand.

"Colonel Sanders, I am Deathstroke from the Origin Universe. You can call me Slade or Sue."

The old man took the bottle, unscrewed it and drank without any courtesy at all, as if drinking the wine mixed with tears would be enough comfort.

After drinking half a bottle of strong liquor, he burped and said drunkenly:

"I served in the military, but never as a colonel. At first, I just named my fried chicken nuggets 'Colonel's Chicken Nuggets,' and when customers came to my store, they called me Colonel. …See? Without fried chicken now, there would be no Colonel.”

Su Ming smiled and nodded, dragged another chair over and sat in front of Sanders. With an understanding look on his face, and the temperament of the same business owner, he instantly seemed to be integrated into Sanders' aura. .

Barry looked at the wine Su Ming took out, and then looked down at the wine he brought. The difference in quality could be seen just from the packaging and labels.

He secretly put the wine on the table nearby with some embarrassment, found a chair himself, and sat down without saying a word.

Deathstroke leaned forward slightly and said in a sincere tone: "I know your story, Harlan, can I call you that?"

Colonel Sanders wiped his mouth, looked at Su Ming, and nodded.

Su Ming smiled, and the next best way to prove that what he said was true was to let Sanders convince himself.

He took out another bottle of wine, unscrewed it and clinked it with the bottle in Sanders' hand. He drank half of the bottle and his tone became much more solemn, as if it was filled with the weight of history. feel.

"So Harlan, do you remember what happened to your store after World War II broke out in 1940?"

Colonel Sanders raised his head. He looked at Deathstroke's young face, and then turned his gaze to the calm water of the swimming pool in front of him. There was some nostalgia on his face, an expression of sadness and relief mixed together.

"How could I forget that?"