The Death Knell

Why don't these hot-blooded characters listen to others once they are on fire?

Su Ming sighed helplessly and reached out to hold Sanders' clothes: "Sorry, Colonel, that monster is not in our world, and I can't take you to find it."

The breeze blew over the swimming pool and rolled up Sanders' snow-white hair. His eyes behind his glasses seemed to be affected by the wind, and he narrowed slightly.

Putting away the kitchen knife and sharpening stick, he adjusted his white suit and black tie.

"Really? It seems that you want my exclusive secret recipe for fried chicken? So, let me show you my factory and assembly line first."

"no......"

Su Ming is very pressed for time now. How can he have time to visit some factory?

"Okay, let's go."

However, when Deathstroke was about to refuse, Barry on the side suddenly agreed. He had wanted to visit the KFC factory for a long time. Now that the factory has stopped working, visiting would not delay business.

Is there any better opportunity than this?

He was as impatient as a primary school student about to visit the zoo. In an instant, he pulled both Sanders and Deathstroke into the bullet time realm, picked them up and ran directly to the door of the factory.

When he landed, there was almost no movement of time in the outside world, it was still that second.

Sanders showed his trademark smile, still so kind and happy. He pushed the huge sliding door of the workshop and said to Barry:

"Flash, you are simply born to work in fast food. You are so fast. I like you. Do you want to learn how to cook with me?"

Barry hesitated, yes, he really hesitated, he loved all kinds of fast food deeply.

Whether it's burgers or pizza, hot dogs or tacos, he loves them all.

But what he loves most is to act chivalrously and protect the world.

So he shook his head hard, looked up at the sky, and replied in a melancholy tone: "Now, it's not the time... After I retire, maybe I will buy your secret recipe and open a KCF chain store. "

"Then you should start saving money now and save all the money you usually spend on soda."

I told you I didn't want to visit the factory, but I was carried over directly, which was a big rip-off.

Su Ming poured cold water on him angrily. Is the KFC franchise fee something a pauper like you can imagine? Not to mention whether Barry has money to rent a venue, even the franchise fee of US$800,000 in a first-tier city is an astronomical figure for him.

If he asked Batman for the money, Batman might give it to him without even thinking about it, but Barry is a very principled person. He will not spend his teammates' money and has been living a relatively poor life.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, Barry is the poorest among Zhenglian and has no financial resources at all.

Bruce has the Wayne Group, Diana has Paradise Island, Hawkgirl has the wealth accumulated over decades, Aquaman has Atlantis, Superman’s family has land in Kansas, Cyborg is the rich second generation, and Hal has Oa. On the planet, Ron En worked as the leader of a special government department and received a super high pension, which was enough for him to adopt a large number of orphans.

I seem to have forgotten someone? never mind......

Anyway, Barry is still working for others at Xingchen Laboratory. From time to time, he also has to work part-time as a physical evidence expert in the police department. When dating his girlfriend, he can't go to places that are too expensive.

After listening to Deathstroke's words, the Flash rolled his eyes under the weight of life. He almost wanted to thank Luther. If Luther hadn't triggered the Year of the Villain, all the capitalists would run away. He would be here every month now. There is still a large mortgage to pay off.

Barry originally owned a house, but his mother died and his father was in prison, leaving the old house there with no one living in it.

He didn't dare live in that house. Every time he passed by the door, he seemed to see the scene of her death. He was afraid that he would be tempted to twist the timeline to save her.

"Thank you for reminding me that if I save the world, it means that my loans will have to be repaid again, and maybe I will have to pay those vampires the late payment fees for the past few months." Barry sighed, and he suddenly felt like he didn't have any The motivation to save the world.

Sanders smiled. He patted Barry on the shoulder and gave a thumbs up: "Join the KFC chain business and start your own business. In this way, I will show you the fried chicken first. If you are interested, Let’s talk about cooperation again.”

"But you don't have chickens now." Deathstroke pointedly pointed out the shortcomings of this plan.

"That's a problem." Sanders recalled, yes, there are still no chickens now: "Forget it, come in first, and I will tell you how to deal with live chickens and live cows."

A few people walked into the slaughtering workshop. How should I put it? Even in modern enterprises, chicken slaughter is still a bloody job.

I am afraid that the workers here left in a hurry and left the machines unpacked. Now the workshop is in a mess, with an earthy stench everywhere, and blood-stained feathers and green feces can be seen everywhere.

This is probably what the slaughterhouse of the apocalypse will look like.

Barry covered his nose. The smell here was nothing like a food company: "I thought you all bought slaughtered live chickens."

"It is very important to develop upstream industries. If you don't want to be controlled by others, it is best to have your own capital involved in every process from chicken raising, feed, slaughtering, and transportation." Sanders talked about his business experience: "Raise your own chickens and slaughter them yourself." Reprocessing, on average, for each chicken drumstick, even if I spend extra wages and energy, I can still save about 5 cents in cost."

Su Ming nodded and said to Barry, who was staring at stars: "The colonel is right. The fast food industry is actually far inferior to the Internet or finance. It still pursues sales volume and cost savings. If you want to do this, , you can try selling hot dogs on the street first."

"Death Knell is right, selling hot dogs is a good start." Colonel Sanders also nodded, and the profit margin of selling hot dogs from a small cart is actually very high.

Barry's head was full of black lines. He felt that he might not be suitable for business: "Let's get down to business. Colonel, what did you want to say when you brought us here?"

Sanders motioned for the two of them to follow him and walked to a huge machine.

This machine looks a bit like a giant meat grinder, with a feeding port wide enough to accommodate vehicles in and out. The other end is connected to another large machine, each of which is more complex than Batman's 'final machine'.

"This is the beginning of killing chickens. It's different now than it was back then. At that time, you still needed a knife and hot water. Now we only need a button."

As Sanders spoke, he pressed the button on the huge machine at the side. The terrifying steel monster roared like a tractor. The water in the middle began to heat up, and white smoke came out. He continued, with a look on his face. Full of pride:

"We just need to put the live chicken in, and then after a series of treatments, we can get clean chicken from the other end of the workshop."

"Uh, you mean to capture the chicken-cow monster and throw it into this 'destruction machine'?" Barry's expression was awkward. He felt that this plan seemed unreliable.

However, Su Ming was staring at the feeding port thoughtfully at this time, as if he understood something.

The colonel smiled slightly and told the answer: "This machine can process tens of thousands of chickens per minute. You can't use human power to drive so many chickens into the feeding port voluntarily at the same time. What's more, you have also heard that this machine The noise is a bit loud, and chickens are not very courageous. If they are frightened before death, the meat may become stiff and the texture will not be good when eating."

"So...?" Barry turned his palms and asked with his eyes wide open.

"This is the first lesson I want to teach you, how to kill a chicken perfectly!"

Colonel Sanders's strong body suddenly burst out with powerful momentum, and his white hair stood up like a Super Saiyan. He suddenly entered the state and ignited again!

When it comes to killing people, he knows that ten thousand of him are no match for one death knell, but when it comes to killing chickens? Then he believes that he is the best in the world!

"Whoa! Colonel, let's get started!"

Barry seemed to be infected, and he couldn't wait to listen to the lecture. He even forgot to cover his nose.

"Actually, you don't plan to learn to be a chef. It's useless to talk too much." Sanders suddenly regained his aura, and his smile became gentle again. He raised his black-rimmed glasses and said, "Simply speaking, these advanced The technological equipment uses color and light to trick the chickens into walking into the feeding port on their own.”

As he said that, he pointed to the position of the machine's feeding port and asked the two of them to look in another direction. There was a row of irregularly distributed red lights inside, which were still flashing.

There is a conveyor belt in front of the lamp. Chickens that step on it will be involuntarily transported to the next step and die in the fastest and most peaceful process.

"Are you taking advantage of your weakness in eyesight?" Su Ming touched his chin. Colonel Sanders really had a way with it.

The colonel nodded approvingly. He was indeed the most special death knell in the legendary multiverse. His thinking speed was faster than that of The Flash: "You are right. The chicken-cow monster you mentioned has the upper body of a chicken and the lower body of a cow. In my opinion, they have inherited the biggest shortcomings of both sides."

In fact, if the Minotaur had the head of a Minotaur and the body of a Chicken, Su Ming wouldn't have to come to Sanders. After all, he himself was good at dealing with Minotaurs, and their noses were their weak point.

As long as you put on the nose ring and pull it hard, it will be useless no matter how strong the cow is, it can only be obedient.

But chickens...who usually studies how to deal with a chicken? Mercenaries are not that idle either.

Colonel Sanders continued his lesson. He pointed to the small red lights: "The first weakness of chickens is that they are all myopic. There is a substance called melatonin in their eyes, and this substance determines This increases their sensitivity to light. At the same time, although they are not color blind, they have a special reaction mechanism for red, and they will attack red objects unconsciously."

When red objects appear in the sight of chickens together with other colors, they will attack the red objects first. This is why when roosters fight, they often peck each other's combs, because at that time they are only thinking about Can see red.

Su Ming understood why Deadpool just jumped out and was eaten by the chicken-cow monster before he even had time to talk trash. It was because the color of his uniform was too festive.