The Death Knell

"I basically agree with you."

After a series of whispered intelligence exchanges, Batman distanced himself from Deathstroke. He stood in the shadows that could not be illuminated by the street lights, and his voice changer sounded like the sound of a dry branch breaking.

"What's the use of just talking? Get some practical help." Deathstroke stretched out his hand and used the light ring to project a map: "You have also seen that these ice crystal monsters that are almost physically immune are probably just soldiers. And as long as Being in Gotham often means a lot.”

Snowflakes fell on Batman's shoulders and slid to the ground along his cloak. He was silent for a moment and said:

"So you think they're coming for me."

"Isn't it? According to the entry-level strategy, if you want to attack the Earth, you must deal with the Justice League first, and if you want to deal with the Zhenglian, you must deal with you first."

Death Knell raised his mask, the red goggles lit up in the night, and his voice became hoarse as he continued:

"So you should prepare now. When I take Bobo and the others to search for possible enemy homes, don't die too early. You haven't replied to what I told you last time."

"...They chose to ambush outside Penguin's Iceberg Restaurant because I was here not long ago and they were like hounds."

Bat simply ignored the topic, and the expression on his face was unremarkable, as if he had never been to Earth 40K.

Deathstroke crossed his arms and said with a smile:

"Think about how they recognized me as you? They may be a little blind and a little mentally retarded, but I think the color of my armor is quite different from yours, right? Have you thought about this problem?"

Su Ming looked at the Iceberg Restaurant. It was a really good place. It was connected in all directions and happened to be the most prosperous area of ​​Gotham. However, there were not many cars passing by on the road today.

This may be a rare lonely moment in this city.

"I just feel that you are going to make an inappropriate joke again." The two corners of Bat's mouth curved downward.

Deathstroke, who was also standing in a place without lights, did laugh. The sound of air flowing under the mask was very noticeable. He said:

"Your feeling is right. Originally, I planned to say that what we have in common is that we are both men, and we are relatively handsome. I want to see if you will laugh after hearing this, so as to judge whether you are from the clown. Healing from the virus.”

"I'm fine, at least you don't have to worry about this." The Dark Knight didn't have any emotions about this: "Dr. Quinzel and Jack left, or did you let another female Deathstroke arrange the journey? I think you should already know that in How am I doing with her help.”

"But that's just one side, Bruce, and we all know that one side of the story can never be trusted."

Su Ming walked towards the street lamp and leaned against the street lamp pole. The not-so-bright light shone on him.

It's like his armor, half black and half yellow.

"...What we all have in common is metal."

Batman likes to doubt everything, so he also expressed doubts about Deathstroke's last sentence. Instead of answering directly, he forced the topic back.

This is a very reasonable guess.

If those monsters identify targets by identifying some kind of 'metal', then the two people do have a lot in common.

Batman has all the metals in Deathstroke's hands, and even the Dionysian metal that can make people crazy is also flowing in Bat's veins at this time.

But since Batman is in good condition, the plan can continue to unfold. The fact that he came so quickly after hearing Deathstroke and his group appear at the Iceberg Restaurant shows that he was not dazzled by beauty and fell into the gentle land.

Although Catwoman has never had anything to do with gentleness.

"Since you have a similar idea to me, then be prepared. Although the specific metal they are looking for is still unclear, at least there are some clues."

Batman in the shadow took out a bat-shaped communicator from his belt, threw it to Deathstroke in the air, then lifted his cloak and turned around to leave:

"Keep in touch."

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"It's rare that we can actually see how he left." Bobo held a handkerchief in his hand with some crushed ice crystals on it: "Batman used to disappear suddenly into the darkness, by the way. , his Rogue Ones modified Bat uniform looks great.”

"That's just because Catwoman can't disappear." Deathstroke smiled and took the handkerchief: "Is this the last remaining remains?"

The orangutan detective was holding his pipe in his mouth. The smoke made him squint under the street lights. The cold wind on the street carried Gotham's usual industrial pollution smell, which was not very comfortable.

The deerstalker hat was turned on his head by his black fur paws, and then he stuffed the paws back into his pockets to keep warm and said:

"Yes, to me, this is no different from adding ice cubes to whiskey. However, I don't have superpowers, and I'm not a professional inspector, so I'll show it to you."

"Strangulation."

Su Ming couldn't see any tricks. Things like this at the micro level still rely on symbionts.

Little bean sprouts sprouted from the shoulders, attracting the raven's attention again, and then it stretched out its thin tentacles and scraped several pieces of broken ice.

"Hey."

The answer appeared immediately, but the clues did not seem to be directly related at the moment. Deathstroke relayed its identification results to several people.

"Interesting discovery, because of the composition of this ice... it's 100 percent pure water."

Raven didn't know why, and she turned her little head towards Harley, but the little lunatic shrugged: "What are you looking at me for? I don't know what's wrong with this, or do you want to hear a joke?"

In the end, Catwoman didn't listen to Harley's joke. The two of them were originally good sisters in "Phantom of Gotham". Besides fighting, they just talked about men.

But Bobo happens to know a little bit about this. He knows a little bit about everything. The bar owner needs to be a jack-of-all-trades.

"Freezing requires two prerequisites. One is a sufficiently low temperature, and the other is that there need to be impurities in the water as condensation nuclei." The orangutan's thick lips moved the pipe from one corner of his mouth to the other: "But 100% pure water It is impossible to exist in the material world. It is like trying to create a flat earth with zero friction, and it only exists within the assumptions of scientific theories."

"So pure water shouldn't be able to freeze?" Harley understood this, probably.

Unexpectedly, the orangutan spread his hands and shrugged, and looked at Deathstroke and Raven again:

"I don't know. Before today, none of us had ever seen 100% pure water, right? Human technology can now make water 99.99% pure. Even if the 9 after the decimal point loops infinitely, in the end, the key is missing. The first line can never reach 100%, that is probably the limit of technology..."

"Okay, I don't understand." Harley put away the big hammer and didn't even look at the orangutan who suddenly became emotional. She patted her small bag and came to the death knell and hugged his arm: "Honey, where should we go next? ?”

No matter how much Bobo thinks about it, won’t he still have to follow Deathstroke in the end?

"Some additional intelligence has been collected, but the plan remains largely unchanged." Su Ming took off his cloak and turned it into a flying carpet style: "Let's take a look above the clouds first, and then go to the North Pole first."