The Death Knell

Harley likes animals and places like amusement parks or zoos, as long as they are lively enough.

As the most neutral magician bar, the Forgotten Bar used to be busy most of the time, but with the gorilla waiter, it became like a circus providing drinks, which made her extremely happy.

In fact, she, like Zatanna, can be regarded as a 'class leader'. Zatanna has a magic performance troupe, while Harley and the residents of her apartment formed a circus troupe that performs acrobatics.

There is a vegetarian lion in the team, a super small elephant, a one meter tall dwarf serial killer, a super mature conjoined sister, a weird big-headed doll, etc.

So bars use gorillas as waiters? That sounded just right in her crazy little head.

When I came last time, I thought the decoration and furnishings here were a bit old-fashioned, but I didn't expect that Bobo was quite good at playing.

Harley walked to the bar carelessly, jumped up and sat down on the table, rubbing Bobo's chin: "Oh, black-haired little gorilla, I haven't seen you for a while, and you are surrounded by beautiful women."

When the huge figure behind the little gorilla heard being praised as a beauty, he turned his face to the side and grinned, his laughter like sharpening a knife in the middle of the night.

Bobo, who was out of body, came back. He glanced at Harley, and then saw Deathstroke not far away with a smile on his face.

Sooner or later, he was angry from his heart and evil from his courage!

He jumped off the bar stool, ran his bare black fur feet across the waxed wooden floor, pounced on Deathstroke's thigh, and gnawed at the armor with his teeth.

Even if you can't bite it, you still have to smear it with a large amount of saliva. It's disgusting to death!

"Slade, I'll fight you! You're so wicked!" He gnawed wildly while shouting vaguely.

Tears flowed down.

The guests in the bar just glanced at it and realized that Bobo was trying to please Deathstroke to help him lick his shoes, so they turned around and continued drinking without interest.

At the same time, many people are still complaining in their hearts. Sure enough, animals have no bottom line. Everyone wants to please this death knell from another world, but you have no lower limit, right?

Su Ming rubbed Bobo's head in a funny way and put his detective hat back on.

He saw everyone's eyes in the bar, and even guessed what everyone was thinking.

It's just that these people want to please Deathstroke. That's because he was the spokesperson of the Upside Down before, but what about now? The white-scaled monster has probably turned against him. If this news were known to them, they might not be so enthusiastic.

"What's wrong? Little Fu Orang, don't you like the beautiful woman from the Orangutan Kingdom?"

Bobo's eyes turned into the shape of dead fish. He hugged Deathstroke's thigh and climbed up: "I like beauties, but at least they have to be of the same kind? I can also appreciate human beauties, like Diana, Zatanna and the like. That kind......"

"What about me? Mirror Gorilla, who is the most beautiful person in the world?"

Harley came over with a smile on her face, her eyes wide open, and the index fingers of both hands pointed at her face bit by bit, explicitly asking Bobo to say her name.

Little Fuorang sighed, Harley is beautiful because she is a gymnast and has a good figure.

It's a pity that he has a long mouth.

That crazy look is really incomparable with Diana's nobility and elegance.

But seeing Harley's eyes becoming more and more dangerous, Bobo still nodded very wisely: "Yes, you are the most beautiful."

Harley nodded with satisfaction: "You have some insight, hehe!"

She jumped up and went to chat with Tracy. That girl was her little fan girl, and fans were the best at saying nice things.

And she also knows that Deathstroke must have serious business with Bobo. Although this little gorilla is not good at fighting and his brain is not as good as Deathstroke, he has knowledge and connections in the magic world. He can drive a spaceship and repair cars. He is looking for Xiao Dai. It will definitely come in handy.

Su Ming smoothed over Bobo's hair, found an empty booth and sat down, ordered whiskey from the magic wine cabinet, and then placed the little Fu orangutan on the table.

"Don't be so hasty to reject someone. You've never been with a gorilla before, how do you know that someone is not good?" He caught the wine bottle and cup that flew over, poured himself a glass, and said earnestly: "There are many You may reject things at first, but after you try, you will always say those two words.”

Bobo rolled his eyes, turned his head and glanced at the three eager-eyed female orangutans, shuddered, and lowered his voice:

"Did you know that gorillas and baboons eat chimpanzees in nature? Look at their big mouths, they are bigger than my head! I am not a perverted self-healer like you. When I die, I am really dead."

"That's it? After all, it's still a matter of size difference." Su Ming launched a strategic retreat, leaning on the sofa and crossing his legs: "Even if Batman is not here, Superman can solve your problem, I can give it to you Prompt - Atom, fragment of white dwarf."

The Atom is similar to Marvel's Ant-Man next door, with just a few more abilities. And through white dwarf technology, it can zoom in and out of a creature better than Pym particles.

Of course, there is also a side effect, that is, the same bad person will fall into the quantum realm and be unable to come out.

Bobo, who is well-informed and smart, understood instantly, but why did he feel that Deathstroke's expression was so vulgar when talking about body shape? Why did you glance at your crotch? Was he driving in secret?

Bobo still refused. He sat cross-legged on the table and drank wine automatically: "Forget it, let's talk about them in the future. You come to my place. Did something happen outside?"

"Wouldn't you know if you turned on the TV and took a look?"

Su Ming pointed to the TV hanging in the corner of the ceiling. The machine hadn't been used for an unknown period of time, and even the power cord was hanging down.

The little gorilla glanced at him, turned around and shouted loudly: "Tracy! You damn girl, stop being lazy! Go and turn on the TV!"

The girl who was holding hands with Harley and chatting happily suddenly tilted her mouth, muttered a few words in a low voice, and went over to use magic to operate the TV.

In the past, there were many old antiques among the guests who came to the bar. I don’t know if they were seniors who had emerged from the ancient tomb or the steeple. Those unscrupulous wizards would think that the TV was a magic weapon that trapped some people’s souls. Some even thought that To snatch.

This is the reason why the bar doesn't turn on the TV. In fact, she also wants to watch programs like the Olympics or concerts.

"Tune to Gotham News!"

But the monitor hadn't turned on yet, and Boss Monkey's voice came again, making the girl holding the remote control roll her eyes again.

'I will endure! When this gorilla dies, I will be the boss! Waiting for him to die...'

However, when the snowflakes flashed a few times and the signal gradually stabilized, and the light merged with the lights in the bar, the originally noisy pub seemed to have pressed the mute button. Everyone looked at the TV in surprise. scene.

Gotham TV reporters are the least afraid of death. At this time, an anchor was sitting on a helicopter, filming the chaotic city from above.

It was the rooftop of Wayne Tower, filled with all kinds of mushroom-headed humans. Their heads exploded like firecrackers as the wind from the helicopter propeller blew by.

The orangutan took out his pipe, filled it with tobacco, and thought silently while listening to the anchor yelling at the top of his lungs.

After a long while, he took out a match, lit a cigarette, and took a puff: "The problem of these living corpses should be addressed to the Black of Decay. I am 90% sure that this phenomenon is its influence. We need to convene the Parliament of Life." .”

"But Constantine said this should belong to the Withering Ash Pipe." Su Ming took a sip of wine and had no intention of leaving. After all, he just let Bobo watch TV and did not say that he was going to solve the problem of mushroom zombies.

Bobo spat to the side angrily: "His half-hearted sorcerer knows nothing! If fungi kill people, it's right to look for the withering ashes. But are the spores the ones that kill the most? No! It's the zombies that kill people, die The fallen plants and animals are all managed by the Black of Decay."

As if to confirm his words, the picture on the TV changed again. The TV station switched to the footage of another terrestrial anchor. Then everyone saw the mushroom corpses chewing on living people on the streets, and Gotham City. Self-protests initiated by various dynamic groups.

Just like in World War of the Zombies, even pickup trucks with aggravated machine guns and modified tanks are on the road, creating a bloody mess.