The Death Knell

After the meal was finished and all that needed to be said, the Gotham Prince of Crime stood up and stretched his waist, swinging his little red skirt from side to side.

"Lailai, I told you, the key to everything lies in the story. When the story is too grand, the death knell will take the opportunity to profit from it." The clown touched the head of the joker. It looked like he was petting a cat. In fact, He was wiping his hands with her hair: "On the contrary, as long as there is no benefit that he sees in our story, he will not bother to participate in our little game. Wouldn't it be good to go to the circus to watch monkeys jumping through fire rings?"

Luther also stood up. Wearing a wig made his scalp itchy, but after listening to the clown's words, he felt as if his head was cool.

The Joker was right. Now everyone in the Legion of Destruction is alive, and even Grodd has returned to his own country. Deathstroke only blackmailed him with three gorillas, which was not even a price.

If he only competes with Superman and limits the situation to below a certain level, Deathstroke may not necessarily see this level of conflict.

Mercenaries have always been a profession that profits from conflicts, but they are not professional soldiers. They will choose the tasks they like.

It's like a game between the Joker and Batman. It's a waste of time, and the story is all limited to Gotham. It's obviously unprofitable.

"Very good, you are indeed very useful to us." Luther was very satisfied. The last time he recruited the Joker to join the Legion of Destruction, he took a fancy to his intelligence: "If you want to find something about the chemical laboratory, I will let you Moxi will arrange it for you."

"Hehehehe... There's no rush for that. We have to find the good director first and get some of his blood." The clown's neck retracted to his shoulders, and he rubbed his hands with a smile: "I have a lot of Reliable information has learned that Crazy Gordon was captured by the Bat and was not imprisoned in Arkham, so he must be in the Hall of Justice. This is the purpose of our coming here, to catch up with acquaintances and catch up."

"If nothing else happens, he should be in the dungeon." Luther was still a smart man after all. He did not ask about the source of the Joker's information, but confirmed his teammates' guess.

"Oh, Gordon, Gordon." At this point, the clown still sighed: "You said that the director is such a determined person, how can he go crazy when he says he is crazy? Is the laughing virus really so easy to absorb? Is it better than mine? Does laughing gas smell better?”

"Only the dead know. Maybe you should ask those who breathed your poison and suffocated to death laughing."

Luther stood up and walked to the counter. He blocked all the surveillance equipment in the restaurant with the electronic device he carried, and repeatedly played the ordinary dining video on all signal output channels. This was the reason why they could talk with peace of mind here.

Although the Joker promised that Batman would not pretend to be eavesdropping here, Luthor was now as frightened as a bird, and he was cautious in everything.

The clown yawned, patted his mouth with his palms, and then put his arm around the shoulder of the joker and came closer: "Now we only need to find a secret passage of the little bat, and then we can go to his warm nest, hehe , as for how to find it, it still depends on you, a technological genius."

"Through the self-service equipment for ordering food, hack into the surveillance system, and then find the real host Brother Eye of the Hall of Justice from the surveillance, but the decryption must take a lot of time." Luther took out a big treasure from under his skirt, which was a portable optical projection terminal.

He connected to the shared WIFI and immediately began to look for the backdoor of the program and crack it.

It has to be said that you can tell how good his programming level is by looking at his hair volume. The ranking of the strongest programmers is determined by the area of ​​​​the shadow on the top of his head.

Luther is very bald, so bald that he is super strong.

The Joker grabbed Luther's shoulders like a sloth, put his pale face close to Luther's ear, and whispered:

"Try the password, Martha, hehehe..."

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"You don't need to ride on a battleship, nor do you need to teleport with sonic booms. You just rely on two legs to run through the sky-blood layer." Su Ming, who was floating on a ruins of the universe, gave Barry a thumbs-up sign: "No Ferrari or BMW can compete with it. you are."

Barry couldn't tell whether this was a compliment or something. Why should he compare him with cars? Even ordinary lightning cars can run faster than them, right?

So he just rolled his eyes and changed the topic: "This is the Earth 15 you are looking for. This is the only thing left in it. Can you believe it? There used to be an Earth in it, with a galaxy, almost The possibilities are endless.”

Today's Earth 15 single universe looks like a black velvet curtain with about as many sesame seeds as a sesame seed sprinkled on it.

These sesame seeds are the remnants of the universe, and black is the background color of the multiverse, and below that is the red sky blood.

There is no light, no direction in the destroyed single universe, and it has even become a flat surface. Everything here has died, leaving only gravel belts of different sizes and shapes, distributed in an area about the size of a football field. within the space.

"Well, Earth 15, the eternal utopia." Su Ming took off his mask. This place seemed to be the universe, but there was breathable air: "This is what I am looking for."

The Flash walked around Deathstroke with his hands on his hips, looking around.

Because he could almost see everything here at a glance, he didn't think there was anything that would attract Deathstroke to make a special trip.

"So what are you looking for here? You also saw that there are only things chewed and spit out by Destruction." Xiaofeng caught the chocolate thrown by Deathstroke and ate it happily: "The next steps here should be Go to the World Forger, no, should you go to Barbatos to recover it?”

Barry's face wrinkled, he really hated Barbatos, and the whole series of things that followed started from him.

But that thing is the scavenger of the multiverse, responsible for dragging the ruined world back to the furnace of the universe and handing it over to the world forger for recasting. It seems that it is really useless without it.

The current situation is because it is chained up at home, and no one on Earth has come to collect the body until now.

Su Ming smiled and took out the God Killer, turned it into an electric horn and put it to his mouth: "Audio, audition, wowotou, four for one dollar, hehe!"

The sound is loud enough, at least within this limited range.

He took the loudspeaker away a little and said to Barry: "There is actually someone here all the time, it's just that we need to know the code. That person can help us in the next battle against the Laughing Bat, and the Upside Down Man is also here." There’s no way to influence him.”

The Flash already understands who Deathstroke is talking about, but will that guy really cooperate...

No matter what Xiao Shan thought, Su Ming had already put the plan into action. He took a deep breath, picked up the loudspeaker and sang: "Iron doors, iron windows, iron chains, hold on to the iron windows and look outside, outside How wonderful life is, when will I return to my homeland..."

"Tears Behind Bars" is indeed a world-famous song. Before the death knell could sing the next line, a red and blue light rushed towards him. The young man with long hair and shawl had a face full of pain, and he whispered in a low voice during the flight:

"Damn stop singing! Are you trying to mock me?!"