The Death Knell

"Okay, let's stop talking about old times here." Deathstroke, who had been listening in, made a voice. His eyepiece stared at Jason not far away: "Mr. Todd, it's obvious that you didn't tell the truth. You are no longer a vigilante. , there is no difference between you and a mercenary like me now. Just because you 'heard' that someone is going to do bad things in the sewers of Gotham, you come here in a hurry? Are you treating us like children?"

Bobo in his arms also shook his head, holding his pipe in his mouth and exhaled: "Young people, your biggest weakness is your youth. You can't always think carefully when making up lies."

"He didn't hide it from me, I just think that his arrival is not important." Damian returned to Deathstroke, with no expression on his face: "The threat of the Great Caste Blade to humans is very limited, and currently our The strength has enabled me to be unafraid of all threats.”

"That's why I think it's funny, haha! Little Bird thought he had deceived us, and he pretended to be angry and wanted to warn me." Harley laughed so hard that she fell softly on Deathstroke's shoulder and kept slapping Bobo. Back: "Look at his confused eyes, oh, how pitiful he is."

"Am I the only one who believed what he said?" At the end of the team, Clayface, who had no sense of existence at all, rubbed his head: "Am I too stupid?"

Superboy-Prime didn't speak, and cast a sympathetic look behind him. He actually didn't think much about it, but he wouldn't admit that he had been deceived.

The self in the documentary must leave a strong and intelligent impression, which is necessary for publicity.

Jason looked at the group of people in front of him and laughed endlessly. He could only shake his head and sigh. He silently put on his red mask.

Even Damian abandoned him and sided with Deathstroke. What the hell is this?

But now is not the time to think about that. He said coldly: "I do have other purposes, but do these have anything to do with you? Don't block my way."

"In normal times, you can go wherever you like, but now there is a group of thugs in the depths of the sewers who were summoned by a madman to have a party. If you don't tell us what you mean, of course we will doubt whether you have taken over business that is not good for us. ah."

Bobo is considered a good old man. He saw that Jason still looked like he was not a fan of anyone. In order to prevent Jason from suffering in vain and being strangled and having his brains sucked out or something, he simply explained it in advance.

"Huh, so what if it is? So what if it's not?" Jason's heart tightened, and he pulled out the Great Caste Blade from his waist with his backhand: "I'm here to find someone, I don't need to inform you."

Su Ming sighed. The biggest boss in the DC universe was silent at this time, but Jason was full of confidence...

Is it just because the Blade of the Great Caste swelled so much in his hand, or was it that another dimension made him feel like he had seen some new height?

Deathstroke's face turned to his side: "Clark? Put him down."

"Well, if I have a choice, I really don't want to use force." Superboy turned to the way everyone came, showed a compassionate expression towards the darkness, lowered his head and clenched his fists: "But in order to protect the world, for To maintain the peace of the universe, for the smiles of the people of Gotham, and for everyone's health, I have to take action. Mr. Todd, please don't blame me, this is for your own good, accept my fist of friendship!!!"

After saying that, he raised his eyebrows and peeked at the death knell, meaning to ask if this would work? Wouldn't it be a bit exaggerated?

Deathstroke just nodded and secretly gave a thumbs up.

After receiving the affirmation, Superboy-Prime became energetic and showed an evil smile. Then before Jason could see clearly what was speaking in the darkness, he punched the opponent to the ground.

Fly over, knock the opponent unconscious, fly back and pose, the whole process takes less than 0.0001 seconds.

Then he shook his head melancholy and squeezed two tears towards the camera lens behind him. "I had no choice but to knock down a person. It's so sad, but I had no choice. My passionate emotions have not changed. This All to protect the world..."

He started talking loudly again, like a middle-aged psychopath.

From the beginning to the present, Superboy-Prime's weakness has been that he likes to show off his holiness in front of others. To put it bluntly, he loves to "add drama" to himself.

The so-called documentaries and the tracking and filming of Channel 52 anchors were all the means used by Deathstroke to restrain him.

Superman Prime is a double-edged sword. You must have a way to restrain him when leading him to action. Currently, he is very concerned about what the 'audience' thinks of him. He wants to urgently clear his name, so he uses this as bait. , you can easily control this god on earth.

Of course, this is not a scam. Channel 52 did not send anyone to film, but Sepulke of Deathstroke has been paying attention to this place through the spider web, and by the way, he recorded the entire incident through the hidden camera deformed by the strangulation on the host.

The only problem is that Superboy-Prime performs in front of everyone on the dark road, but in fact, the camera is on Deathstroke behind him, and only the back of his head is shown...

But it shouldn’t be a big problem?

Su Ming walked towards Jason who was lying on the ground. The strangulating tentacles emerged from his body. The black needle squirmed and became as thin as a cow's hair. It looked like it was going to drill into Er Tong's head through the nasal cavity.

"Wait a minute, reading the memory in this way won't hurt him, right?"

Damian still couldn't bear it anymore. He pulled Deathstroke's cloak and spoke out to remind his biological father not to hurt his brother.

Although Erbong is very rebellious and full of violence, he often goes against Batman.

But after all, he was very good to himself. When he was a child, he often trained with him and bought him explosives and knives.

Deathstroke smiled and patted Damian on the head, handed the little gorilla to him, and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, Superboy-Prime's moves are very precise. He has a good command of the power to knock out humans. My symbiote only looks like a needle. It will turn into liquid after entering the cranial cavity and will not harm you." If my brother causes any damage, he’ll be fine after a little sleep.”

Only then did Damian let go, as if he felt embarrassed for doubting Deathstroke: "I'm sorry, I...just don't want to..."

"It doesn't matter, kid. Living in Gotham, it's okay to doubt anyone." Deathstroke squatted down next to Ergong, and the strangulation began. The host took off the mask, smiled and said to the boy: "You care about yourself. Brother, it shows that you have love in your heart, and it is always right to worry about your loved ones.”

Hearing Deathstroke's words and seeing that gentle smile, Damian couldn't help but laugh.

"Thank you, I understand."

Sure enough, the biological father is good, but the educational method of the adoptive father is wrong. This is the normal relationship between father and son.

Forty meters underground, in a smelly and gloomy abandoned sewer, the boy felt as warm and happy as playing baseball with his father in the park.