The Death Knell

"Xiao Lailai, Xiao Lailai, when can we have dinner?"

In a hidden underground fortification, the clown bit his finger, with a pitiful look on his face, and rubbed it against the back of the bald head.

At this time, Luther was wearing his purple-green armor with a white coat on top, and was busy with various instruments and equipment on the experimental table, such as flasks and test tubes.

He can grow many arms, which makes him look like a spider, but even so, his face is not pretty.

"I'm afraid the meal time will be postponed. It's not difficult to crack the Laughing Virus. The key is how to do it without killing the infected person." Luther pressed the button of the instrument next to him, and the thing started buzzing. , he turned around, took off his gloves, and communicated with the clown: "If my antidote kills the infected people together, then the serum has no value."

The clown shook his head and clapped his hands, grinning widely: "Haha! As expected of you, Lex, you are starting to pursue perfection again. If you want me to make the antidote, it must be 9mm caliber, hehehe ..."

"Killing is easy, and the Dark Knights of the Laughing Bat combined are not enough to fight me today." Luther calmly stated a fact, and then walked towards another instrument in the corner of the room: "But killing will not improve it. In my current situation, I need a bargaining chip, you know.”

"I understand, I understand, you are afraid, you need a talisman." The clown followed, he jumped and spun on tiptoes, stretched his head over Luther's shoulder, and pointed at his nose: "What do you think of me? Like? Do you want me to help you talk to Batman?"

The bald scientist's face was uncertain. He glanced at the clown and changed the subject: "Have you convinced Dr. Ivo? Can his Amodra troops still be used by me?"

"It's us, Lex. Your selfishness really makes me sad. I always thought you were the hope of all mankind, eh eh...hehe, hahahaha..."

The clown pretended to be aggrieved, then couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed again:

"But don't worry, he is emotionally stable after seeing the naked photos of his daughter, and expressed his willingness to fight for 'our' cause for the rest of his life! Are you right? What's the point of laughter?!!!"

He suddenly yelled at the end, as if he had turned into a violent person, and his smile disappeared instantly.

The female assistant with two meatballs on her head poked her head in from outside the door, smiled and reassured: "Of course, Xiao Donggua, that's what he said, but you should teach him not to stutter next time, otherwise I will hurt that girl's body." All twenty nails were pulled out, so tired."

After saying that, the joke started to perform a one-man show again, imitating Dr. Ivo's speaking.

"Do, do, do...not!"

It's like the classic joke about stuttering and helping people reverse their cars, but it's always funny no matter when it's performed on stage.

"Winter melon? It's a good joke. You are describing my face as white. I understand. Hahaha... Very good. Continue your performance. Keep an eye on that woman. It's best to hide her. No! Don't tell me where it is hidden, just throw the key into the sea."

The clown was jumping up and down with joy, and he was rubbing himself against Luther, trying to make the bald man happy with him.

But Luther just pulled at his wrinkled white robe indifferently and walked away.

The smile showed a wicked smile, and she slowly licked her lips: "The bald guy is cool, can I play with him?"

"Whatever you want, as long as you are not afraid of death, ha!" The clown gave up his position and made a gesture of invitation: "He is not a human now. I don't even know what he is. Maybe he will take out your stomach." Come out and put it on your head again. If he really does this, don’t forget to come and let me see you before you die.”

The clown's smile disappeared, and he suddenly felt lost again. He waved his hands listlessly, indicating that the smile was gone. He was going to miss the bat.

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"We're at the station. You can leave. Go back to Earth Minus 11 and tell Bliss to prepare Plan Z. If nothing can be done, launch it."

The group of people stepped off the Waverider, and Su Ming turned around to say goodbye to Legends of Tomorrow, and gave Sarah some instructions that she didn't understand at all.

White Canary sighed. She didn't expect Deathstroke to explain. She just wanted to bring the words to her, right?

"Okay, let's leave first. I wish you good luck." She glanced at Deathstroke, and then her eyes fell on the face of Harley, who was playing with the orangutan: "Especially when you are taking the circus with you... ..”

Harley was unmoved and put Bobo on the field aside to let him walk on his own. She picked up the hammer and said, "Sorry, I'm not interested in your 'Lily Sisterhood'. Not every good girl will eat you." Routine, trying to piss me off and then be friends again? That doesn’t work with a psychiatrist.”

Sarah shrugged her shoulders, not feeling embarrassed at all: "It's free to try anyway, right? Whenever you feel like a man is no longer interesting to you, just contact me. I'm just lusting after your body, nothing else. Goodbye."

After saying that, she patted her butt and ran away, leaving the two of them standing in the night. Complex strange circles were imprinted on the wheat field that was crushed by the invisible spaceship.

The Holy Killer was missing. How Deathstroke arranged for the ultimate assassin, even Bobo couldn't guess. After the saint became one of the new gods, he really became elusive.

The orangutan turned his head and glanced at the farm in the distance, took out his pipe and took a puff. He sighed with some resentment and moved his short legs: "Why do I feel that this female captain smells like Constantine? I can't explain, it's just It feels pretty scummy.”

Harley disagreed, put the hammer back into the small silk bag, and hugged Deathstroke's arm: "Simple, because she is addicted to the 'shame game', a typical dependence disorder that often appears in people with empty hearts."

Su Ming also took out a cigarette and lit it, and walked along the field ridge to the small farm: "If you were an orangutan, you would always roam in different 'super-time streams', constantly traveling back and forth between countless earths. Rest and no relief. If this kind of work continues for a few years, you will be empty."

Bobo took off his hat and readjusted the angle of the brim, smiling and showing his molars:

"As long as I have tobacco and alcohol, I can even survive in places without WIFI, but as far as I know Harley can't."

Harley was speechless for a moment. She really couldn't do it. Every once in a while, she stopped playing with her mobile phone and felt uncomfortable all over after checking her personal homepage on social networking sites:

"Okay, we are actually all patients. Now I will book a bed for us in Arkham. If we buy as a group, there may be a discount... Hey!"

After saying that, she took out her rhinestone-encrusted mobile phone to make a call, but it was just a false shot. Her real purpose was to sneak attack on Bobo's ear when he leaned over to listen to the call!

Unfortunately, the orangutan saw through her ear-twisting plot and escaped with the agility of an animal.

"Ha! Don't even try to catch me."

Bobo smiled evilly, his head shaking like a wave drum, showing off that his ears were still fine.

Then he started running around the death knell, avoiding Harley's claws, and they started laughing and joking.

Su Ming still kept walking at a fast pace and didn't mind their jokes. He just wanted to relax. After all, he wasn't coming back to Kansas for a vacation.

Superboy-Prime should be almost done talking with Clark, let's see how this weapon is prepared.