The Death Knell

After going back to Marvel to pick up the goods and chatting with Gin for a while, only a few seconds had passed when Su Ming returned to Bobo and the others via the spider totem.

"It's very fast. Is it done so quickly?" Bobo was fixed in the posture of crossing his chest with his hands, and he was a little curious.

Su Ming nodded as he should: "It's like finding something in your own garage. How long will it last? All in all, I brought a lot of relics that people here like."

As he spoke, he took something out of his pocket and displayed it in front of everyone.

It was a broken rotary pencil sharpener with a propaganda picture of Captain America wearing a German mustache printed on the side.

"Actually, the damage is not serious. It's just that the screws have slipped. But since we want antiques, broken things are more interesting." Deathstroke saw Raven pulling the rocker of the pencil sharpener, but the rocker didn't work at all. It looked like it was swaying back and forth due to the force, so I explained it.

"Antiques from another world? These are not things that can be used as a medium for casting spells. Are you planning to buy a large number of fakes?" Bobo has already understood Deathstroke's tactics.

Put these massive fake antiques into the market, and then wait for those mysterious people from the regulatory authorities to take the initiative to find them, and then take them away in one go.

The symbiote should be able to read more useful information from their brains, right?

"What do you mean a fake? You monkey head." Deathstroke smiled and hit Bobo on the head. He turned the pencil sharpener over and showed it: "I am a serious dealer. I saw this black and yellow halves. Are the products labeled? You are just like saying in front of Colonel Sanders that his fried chicken is not authentic KFC."

"Okay, I was wrong. How are you going to get rid of all your stolen goods?" Bobo stuck out his tongue. He looked helpless: "You know how big this city is, it's probably bigger than the Krypton I've seen. The city is even bigger, how do you connect every clue to yourself?”

"This is simple, just publish it in the newspaper." Deathstroke put away the pencil sharpener and led a few people out of the alley: "You know, Bobo, in the United States in 1950, everything was changed after the victory of World War II a few years ago. Good things abound, people are always willing to believe in others, and many famous liars were born during this period, because people believe that nothing is impossible.”

"But this is the year 2555, and those optimistic people have long since died." Bobo still walked on stilts with his arms folded across his chest.

"But that's how easy it is to lie, haha." Deathstroke showed a smile, and he put his hand in his pocket: "When people ask how we got so many heritage antiques, we can say that we came from the A group of people entered the refuge city, otherwise it would be difficult to find the origin of so many things without import and export certificates."

"... Wasn't our initial plan to find a way to plug in the golden pen, and wait for someone to summon the soul for us to follow?" Bobo came back to his thoughts at this moment, and the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong: "What? Then the plan suddenly changed and it became that we were going to take over the whole pot?"

"The previous method treats the symptoms but not the root cause. I still want the prophet to come out and confront me face to face. I can see clearly what he is and deal with it properly before I can feel at ease."

Su Ming walked on the street and looked around to see if there was any hotel where he could stay:

"Otherwise, even if we destroy the ice element bottling factory today, a fire element will come in a few days, and an earth element will come next week, it will really be endless. The goal of the plan has never changed, that is Preserve the multi-dimensional Earth 0.”

The streets were very dry and bright, and warmer than the outside world, but Bobo only saw darkness.

People here live a pretty good life, but Deathstroke only cares about his own goals and is not affected by any environment at all.

If he didn't want to cause too much trouble, Bobo even suspected that his original plan was to blow up all the ice and snow planets in Diversity 2, because Earth 0 was regarded by Deathstroke as his own private property.

The reality seems to be almost the same. He has a strong influence on all aspects, and even the Justice League has been divided by various means...

But this was the orangutan's imagination. Deathstroke didn't think about that at the moment. He just thought the hooded man in the audio and video material was strange, and wanted to identify whether he was an enemy or a friend.

From the information known so far, it can be concluded that it is a creature with superpowers, and it should also be the controller of some kind of cosmic energy.

He likes to act, likes to lead others, and likes to be regarded as a great man. This kind of character profile is not too common.

But we will know the specific situation when we meet. Now, he will stay in the hotel first, and then Su Ming will go to various places to explore and find some products of crystal magic technology.

The hotel was not bad. After settling his teammates, Su Ming asked Cloak to activate optical invisibility again and went to the city to arrange some things.

The first thing is to find the newspaper's newspaper office and printing house, and then use mushroom cigars to change people's layout to ensure that tomorrow's antique auction can be placed on the front page.

Next, use the money to hire some spectators. When the time comes to hold a private venue, even if it doesn't look like a huge crowd, at least it won't be empty, right?

Finally, there are a series of chores such as renting venues, arranging live TV broadcasts, buying advertisements for radio stations, and so on.

After making these arrangements, he returned to the hotel and lay on the bed waiting for the next day.

One disadvantage of living underground is that the artificial sun outside is always bright, so this is really a city that never sleeps, and Harley is a typical night owl, she is always sluggish during the day.

But even so, the so-called 'Auction of Relics of the First Generation Immigrants' was held very successfully the next day. In this show-like meeting, Su Ming personally put on the most fashionable turtleneck tight sweater and stood on the Communicate cordially with customers on stage.

"Yes, these relics we are changing hands today all come from the first batch of ancestors who entered the city. Their descendants, that is, you, don't you want to look for something that should belong to your family?"

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you don't know who your parents are. Just bring money and you can have the love of your ancestors immediately!"

"First come, first served. They are all relics from our ancestors. Things that originally cost hundreds of yuan only cost five yuan. There is no way, we have no way! Boss Huang He is not a human being! We can only rely on the relics in the company's warehouse to pay our wages!"

The three people in the audience watched the death knell calling the wind and rain on the stage, telling lies, but they still made the residents of the city as happy as if they had celebrated Christmas...

"If he goes into direct sales, he should also be a good person." Bobo hid in the dark and whispered to Harley: "At least he is more like a successful businessman than Bruce Wayne."

Harley, who became lazy while basking in the sun, yawned. She pulled down the sunglasses on her forehead and said, "Call me when the goods are sold out..."

By selling goods with such a big fanfare, the mysterious organization on the other side should also get second-hand goods. Then when they find out that they have been deceived, they will naturally take the initiative to find the death knell who has already appeared.

By then the problems will be solved.