The Death Knell

The fat general who was pointed at by the sword was silent for a while. Suddenly he straightened up, as if he had grown twenty centimeters taller, and his voice also changed.

"When did you start doubting me?"

"From the very beginning when you appeared." Su Ming patted his chest with the blade of his sword and motioned for him to step back and stay away from Hyperion: "There are so many flaws that I don't even know where to start. I can only Talk about Batman Beef.”

Sure enough, people are afraid of comparison. With Batman and Laughing Pearl in front, if Nighthawks were put up for comparison, they would not be even close to each other.

"Can you tell me something?" Nighthawk raised his hands in a surrender gesture and backed away slowly.

"Want to delay time and spray liquid explosives on the soles of shoes to blow through the rooftop? Not a bad plan." Su Ming pointed to his feet and commented on Nighthawk's little moves. These tricks were useless in the face of strangulation. The faint smell of chemicals had long been eliminated. I found that it had licked and eaten the toothpaste-like transparent explosives.

And I don’t know if it’s due to obsessive-compulsive disorder. Nighthawk also drew a little bird when applying explosives. It’s also a redundant step in the same vein.

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Nighthawk stopped talking. He just looked at the death knell expressionlessly, with the corners of his mouth bent downwards, not knowing what he was suspecting.

"Okay, you'd better not use the little darts hidden under your tongue to deal with me. I'm immune to electric shocks." Su Ming turned the God Killer back into a scimitar and put it away: "Let's get back to the topic, you If you want to know when I discovered the flaw, I’ll tell you.”

"Please." Nighthawk narrowed his eyes.

"First of all, your disguised identity is too high in rank. There may be real warriors when driven by profit, but when you come into contact with a complete stranger and a strong man, how can a general not even bring guards? No matter how brave you are, Have you never thought about how to move these unconscious people after the transaction? No, you actually just want to take us away, and then your helpers can come here to save people."

"Second, the scene is too shabby. After all, you should get dozens of helicopters to fly over to add to the spectacle, instead of just one lonely one. I can see everything happening behind you, and your pilot is a dummy. I haven’t turned my head to look at you in the twenty-seven seconds since you landed and talked to me. Did you know that when helicopters are hovering, the pilots are often like ADHD children? Their heads like to turn around. This way Come on, I guess the plane is controlled by your butler somewhere, right? You can see the top of the Twin Towers from one of our locations, right?"

"Third, you are too calm. A real politician would be very nervous even if he risked meeting me for huge benefits, not to mention these losers in your universe. They should have sweated to the point of collapse. But you didn't even drop a drop. You haven’t even sweated, and you’re wearing a Fat Boy leather sheath, so I’m afraid you forgot to design a mechanism to simulate sweating.”

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"Okay, that's enough." After all, Nighthawk was shouldering everything alone. He smiled bitterly and tore it on his chest. The entire Fat Boy's leather sheath tore open, revealing the Blackbird logo inside. He slowly came out of the holster: "Who are you? Why are you so good at finding clues?"

Su Ming shook his head. He originally wanted to list seven items, but it seemed that Nighthawk's willpower was not as good as Batman's. He couldn't hold back until he mentioned the third item.

In the original version, the beloved Joker can talk about his psychological weaknesses in his ear all day long, but Batman can say nothing. That is called strong-willed.

"I am Slade Wilson, codenamed Deathstroke, and I am a detective." Su Ming reached out and hooked Nighthawk's neck. The skilled man boldly patted the other person's chest: "Now that you are as smart as you, you should be able to identify us. Is there no hostility anymore?”

"I don't believe you." The man in black armor turned his head: "You suddenly appeared in New York for no reason accompanied by strong space shocks. Not only did you destroy the planets in the solar system, you also defeated my companions."

Daisy had been eating melon and taking notes nearby, but she was unhappy when she heard this: "Hey, do you have eyes? They were the ones who did it first."

"Because you are a threat, and if there is a threat, it should be contained." Nighthawk replied very calmly, with a standard bat-shaped brain circuit.

Meow Hammer God's face bulged with anger. She reached out to pick up the hammer on her waist and asked Deathstroke: "Are humans in parallel worlds considered aliens?"

If they are aliens, they can be killed.

"The earth is not even one, they can probably be regarded as aliens." Su Ming pretended to be very troubled, touched his chin, and still hooked Nighthawk's neck: "But don't be fooled, he is deliberately irritating you. , asking you to try to take out the weapon, he is a martial arts master, maybe he wants to take your weapon and take the opportunity to hit me."

Daisy quickly retracted the hammer, and then she realized something was wrong: "But Meowth Hammer only recognizes me, he shouldn't be able to take it away, right?"

"Yes, but he doesn't know that people always have dreams. What if they come true?" Su Ming shrugged. After taking back the God Killer, he ordered Strangler to withdraw from Hyperion and remove the copycat Superman. Exposed to the sun: "When I return a force like Hyperion to Nighthawk, it can improve his confidence and probability of winning, thereby gaining a little trust. You should also learn this trading method."

"Oh, but I don't have much confidence in my own force." Daisy put away the hammer and took out a small notebook.

Seeing his good friend Hyperion being released, although Nighthawk had no expression on his face, Deathstroke, with his arm on the back of the opponent's neck, could still feel that this guy's heartbeat had slowed down through the strangulation.

As for why Deathstroke dared to release Hyperion directly, the answer is of course because the Phoenix is ​​back. If the Supreme High Team does not want their earth to burn glass, they will definitely be very honest.

The phoenix harp wrapped in bird-shaped flames fell on the rooftop like a meteorite. After dissipating the energy from her body, she burped and spit out some flames from her mouth.

"It's quite filling, but the taste doesn't change much compared to our universe."

She expressed a negative post-meal feeling, but the smile on her face suggested she was satisfied.

Deathstroke allowed her to eat in the parallel universe, so naturally she would not miss this opportunity. She even ate the life energy of more than a dozen planets until her belly was full, and she felt a little sleepy before coming back.

Su Ming threw her a can of Wilson's Red Canned Herbal Tea to help her extinguish the fire, and said, "As an alien, just eat something fresh and crispy. You always eat barbecue wherever you go, but it's just the same flavor, isn't it?"

"Hehe, you are so interesting. If that bald guy is as friendly as you, I would actually be willing to help humans. That's it. Qin is also awake. Give her back to you. I need to take a nap. I can't solve anything. calls me."

The herbal tea can and the drink in it were decomposed into black ash. Phoenix's twisted smile made the corners of her mouth reach to her ears. Thanks to her current face being made of flames, otherwise Qin Gray would have to be a slit girl.

After she finished speaking, she was like a doll without electricity, her head drooped with a swoosh, and when she raised her head again, she turned back into a confused Qin Gray.

She covered the back of her head and looked around, as if she had no memory of all this, but then she realized that it might be the phoenix causing trouble, and her face suddenly turned livid.

Fortunately, her teammates were all fine, and she was relieved.

Su Ming then patted Nighthawk on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Okay, you have probably seen our trump card. You cannot compete with us, but we are not enemies. Why don't we negotiate a condition in exchange for you?" friend?"

"I have no friends, but tell me your conditions." Nighthawk put on a classic expression of doubt.