The Death Knell

"I'm back. I'll give you a hot dog with a little yellow mustard. Coke with a little crushed ice. Popcorn for snacks." Su Ming smiled and put the food in his hand on the table, pushing the ones that belonged to Lori. He came to her and said, "There is also this, a big burger that many people are snapping up. Look at the beef, there is so much beef."

The burger is really big. It is a ten-layer burger that is rare even in the United States. There are eight palm-sized beef patties alone, and the stack is bigger than Lori's head.

They are still steaming from the baking pan, with melted butter dripping down the brown paper, and plenty of tomato slices and lettuce.

"Thank you, you're so kind." The girl looked back at the children and rubbed her hands happily, as if she didn't know where to start: "Let's share the food. I definitely can't finish it by myself. You can also secretly eat some of your strangulation, I will use shadow magic to cover it up, so no one will notice."

"Hey!"

The strangled little bean sprouts climbed onto the table, turning themselves white and blending in with the tabletop without any need for cover.

This burger is still made from it.

Deathstroke had just finished killing people, so how could he have time to queue up? It used its small tentacles to enter other people’s dining trucks and assemble a super-large burger from ready-made ingredients.

All the drinks and snacks are made of it.

The host was the one who established the Wilson fast food chain in Marvel. His beef burgers made Captain America never forget him, and his cheeseburgers made Iron Man obsessed with eating them. Later, he even visited Colonel Sanders's assembly line factory.

With these experiences, as the strongest symbiote in the almighty universe, making a fast food is an easy task for Strangler.

But it doesn’t want to eat this burger. This is what it cooks for the host. Every time, the host finds food to feed it. This time it also wants to cook for the host.

Of course, if it doesn't eat, it won't eat. It will lie on the table and watch.

"It doesn't want to eat. The symbiont's diet is a bit different from that of humans." Su Ming took out a knife from his pocket and cut the burger in half: "Come on, let's take a rest after eating. Go back to find Bobo and the others so we can meet up."

Of course, the girl won't be polite. The family usually doesn't have any extra money, so wasting food is a taboo.

She picked up half a piece of beef patty and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing happily with her eyes narrowed:

"Why do you smell like rum? Is it possible to sell alcohol on the streets of Earth 12?"

Selling alcohol in the United States also requires a license, but mobile sales outlets will never get that license. She found it a bit strange.

"I just tried the chocolate cake on the roadside." Deathstroke also ate a burger and explained, and touched the head of the little bean sprout: "The symbiote likes to eat chocolate, and adding rum to the chocolate cake will make the aftertaste more mellow. You can try it yourself at home in the future and add a little wine when melting the chocolate."

"Well, I've heard of this method!" The girl opened her eyes wide, swallowed the food in her mouth, and became interested in baking cakes: "And when baking chocolate cake, you can increase the oven temperature slightly. , which will bring some burnt aroma.”

The topic jumped from wine to cake, and flew away in an instant.

"There is a saying that I have a friend who makes cupcakes. She also opened a shop called 'Super Large Cupcakes'. As long as she is in the shop, the business is pretty good." Su Ming talked to Luo While Rui was chatting, he saw a girl sneaking closer to a house in the distance, as if she was picking a lock with her head lowered.

The adjutant was very efficient. He was released so quickly, but was Duo En too anxious? Are you going to fly back so soon and continue to tease Hank?

"The name is weird. How big can a cupcake be?" Lori picked another piece of tomato and put it in her mouth.

After recalling it, Su Ming raised an eyebrow: "I didn't pay much attention to it. I guess it's 38F?"

"Walt? Ouch! Ahem! That big cup?!" Lori was dumbfounded and almost choked on her Coke: "Are those customers really there to buy cakes? By the way, how many friends do you have? high?"

"5 feet 3 inches, converted to metric units is 161 centimeters."

Deathstroke saw that the girl who picked the lock was discovered by the owner of the house, and his face was a little embarrassed, but the strong man of the house still welcomed her in with a smile.

"Monster..." Luo Rui's eyes became deep, as if she was in deep shock: "What kind of person has such a figure? This is not proportional at all, she...that, I ..."

The girl even began to have symptoms of incoherence.

"Making cakes is just her side job. She is an astrophysicist, a Nobel Prize winner, and a superhero." Su Ming withdrew her gaze and saw Dawn and the android entering the room at this time. Explain that things should be done: "When I have the opportunity next time, I can bring her to play with you. You both seem to like baking."

"No, I don't like baking cakes at all."

The corners of the little girl's mouth turned down. She didn't want to see that big-breasted academic monster at all.

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"Finally home!"

In the dark sewer chamber, the orangutan jumped into Deathstroke's arms with a look of salvation, subconsciously took the remaining hamburger, and whispered in the man's ear:

"Both Dove and Batman are a little abnormal. What did you do?"

Su Ming turned around and glanced at Bruce, who was drunk on the sofa with a bottle of wine, and then looked at the white dove that looked like an iceberg. He didn't think this was a bad result.

"Isn't this great? Batman is a detective and the dove is still alive. What result do you want?"

"What result can I want?" The orangutan tilted his mouth, jumped back to the table with the remaining burger, tore open the brown paper and ate it. He was neither particular nor polite: "You should tell me and deal with the emperor." Is it about Mo Cun?"

"Well, they won't bother you anymore. The next step is to find clues about Darkseid's activities." Su Ming took out the new ice cream from his pocket and handed it to Harley, Xiao Dai and others. Even Baolang and Barbara has a share.

Immediately, the atmosphere in the room became much better. Sweets can soothe people's emotions and provide extra morale during more difficult times.

Harley's eyes moved around. Although she stuck out her little tongue and licked the ice cream, she would look at Deathstroke at one moment and then at Lori at another.

However, she did not mention other topics, but followed the man's words and asked:

"Are you sure that zombies are related to Darkseid? Then the Blackest Night and the future zombie crisis are..."

"That's right, because in the whole thing, there are many things that Dijun and Mo Cun can't do. Dijun only knows how to collect items with crisis energy, but he doesn't know how to use them to change the story. He is just being used. Just a wretch."

Deathstroke removed his helmet, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff. The smoke quickly floated in the faint blue light of the monitor.