The Death Knell

"In short, they are just like bulls. They hate seeing red things dangling in front of their eyes. Once they see it, they will attack no matter what the red object is."

Colonel Sanders summarized his previous remarks, fully reflecting his in-depth research on chickens.

"As long as there is a red object, I can lure the monster into the trap. It's a good start. Please continue, Colonel." Su Ming nodded with satisfaction. He is not an omniscient person and needs to learn new knowledge all the time.

The colonel leaned against the machine, feeling the familiar vibration, and sighed contentedly.

“The second point is about melatonin in the eyeballs of birds. This substance determines how much light the chickens can see from the outside world. At the same time, the presence of melatonin also affects the secretion of pineal sex hormones in the brain. "

"Why do roosters crow? Because they feel light and the melatonin in their eyes decreases, which causes the pineal gland to secrete a large amount of sex hormones. Like other birds, crowing is actually a form of singing, which is a signal that they want to mate. .”

"When we raise chickens, if we don't want the chickens to fight like crazy and waste their energy on mating, then the chickens will be raised in a dark place without sex hormones. They will eat and sleep every day, and eat after sleeping. , get out of the market faster.”

Sanders talked about the second characteristic of chickens, about melatonin.

To be honest, this knowledge point is a bit too unpopular. If you are not a professional chicken farmer, who would know this? Since Sanders is a chef by profession, his knowledge of raising broilers is worthy of recognition.

Barry tilted his head: "Do you mean to take the chicken-cow monster to a completely dark place to weaken its determination to fight?"

Sanders shook his head. If it were an ordinary chicken, of course that would be possible, but the opposite was true.

"No, what I mean is to use strong light to stimulate the monster's eyes, causing its brain to secrete sex hormones crazily, causing it to lose its ability to make calm judgment." He stroked his goatee, showing an expression of wisdom: " The death knell said that it is a god, and gods are more powerful than humans in all aspects, except for the mysterious organ of the brain."

He raised a hand and tapped his temple with his index finger.

Su Ming understood that the colonel's intention was to let the chicken, cow, monster, and worm get into his head and completely lose his mind, thereby transforming it from the level of an intelligent creature into the level of a beast.

At that time, equip the red Wade with a strong light flashlight, or let Monaco and Xiaoka put glowing magic on him, and the bait will be ready.

"Although this plan is a bit sinister, I like it. Let's go ahead." He took out a cigar and gave one to Sanders. He liked the old man very much.

And this plan is full of DC characteristics, which is very good.

"The last thing I can think of is that the so-called chicken-cow monster's upper body is a chicken, which means that its upper limbs are actually two wings, and the direction of the shoulder joints of chicken wings is exactly opposite to that of humans, which means... ....”

When talking about chicken wings, Sanders smiled knowingly. His smile was so warm, as if he was recalling the deliciousness of fried wings.

Su Ming took up the conversation and did not let Sanders continue to ponder: "It means that it can't touch its belly and feet. Contrary to humans, it can easily touch its back."

Sanders, who was disrupted from his pretentious rhythm, was not disappointed. On the contrary, he nodded happily:

"That's very good. How about learning how to cook with me? I can show you how to fry first..."

"Now that we've talked about the chicken, let's talk about the weakness of the cow."

Su Ming started to interrupt. He didn't want to take the trouble at all. Sanders deceived people into joining the gang just like instinct, which made people speechless.

Making money has never been Su Ming's purpose. Obtaining and using money and its additional effects are just a quick means to achieve the ultimate goal.

Sanders touched his white beard, led the two of them out of the slaughterhouse, and strolled through the park. He arranged his hair and adjusted his black wide-rimmed glasses.

"There's actually nothing much to say about the half body of a cow. The cow's tail can be used to drive away gadflies. If it's placed on the body of a god, it has probably evolved into some kind of weapon, right?"

"Maybe." Su Ming agreed casually.

The colonel lit the cigar, held it in his mouth, exhaled slowly, and said deeply:

"Actually, you don't need to care about its lower body at all. Whether it's a human or a beast, it can't live without its head. The chicken-cow monster is just like my KFC. The cow is just a foil, and there is no chicken to make up the head. , it doesn’t work anymore..."

Sanders is indeed a mature man. Although he is not good at fighting and can only do a few gestures with a cane, he is really knowledgeable.

He was right. There was really no need to pursue the comprehensive suppression of chicken and cow monsters. In fact, all he had to do was deal with chickens. Knowing the weaknesses of so many chickens, Su Ming already had his own plan.

But I'm afraid I have to sacrifice my little cousin again.

But who told him to take the money? Being a mercenary is a job that requires one's life, and he can't die. The most he can do is suffer a little.

With the idea in mind, Su Ming planned to leave. Everyone over there was still waiting for him.

Before leaving, he decided to do something in return for Colonel Sanders' advice.

He slowly floated up, and the sunlight cast his shadow on the ground: "Sometimes, the accompanying food may also save the business. In addition to chicken and cow, fast food also has raw materials that can be obtained from parallel universes. Anyway, thank you. Suggestions, see you later."

After saying that, he waved his hand towards Barry and disappeared with a flash of white light.

Sanders stood there and thought about the meaning of the death knell. In addition to chicken and cow, fast food sometimes also uses pork bacon and eggs. Some local branches also use mutton, but these animals are currently out of stock.

So what was he talking about?

Barry looked at the place where the death knell disappeared. He had no idea how Diana would explain why he let go of the death knell when the time came, but his thinking speed was not slow at all, and he thought of the answer.

"It's French fries, KFC's French fries, and the potato as its raw material still has a lot of stock on our planet. Maybe it's in some warehouse, maybe it's still growing in the ground, but there are no hands to dig them. It’s actually very easy to transport non-living things like potatoes from parallel worlds.”

Sanders' eyes flashed, yes, French fries. Almost everyone who comes to KFC will order a portion of French fries, which may seem inconspicuous, but are actually the food with the highest profit margin.

If you want to eat potatoes in the apocalypse, you can still do it if you work hard, and with business, his business will have a glimmer of hope no matter how difficult it is.

So after he figured out these joints, he looked up to the sky and let out a hearty laugh, hooked Barry's shoulders, and the Flash swayed like a small tree in the wind.

"Let's go to my villa. I'll show you how to fry potatoes. I also have a secret recipe for French fries. If you're interested, we can discuss cooperation."

He was so strong that he didn't look like an old man at all. Barry was dragged away with a look of helplessness. He sighed, always feeling that Deathstroke used his credibility to reach a cooperation with Sanders, and then he Abandoned by yourself, is it so dark?

But in the year of the villain, perhaps only darkness can save the world. Now he just hopes that Deathstroke will come back as soon as possible, the sooner the better.