The Death Knell

Lord Marvel's foundation is still good. After receiving the blessing of the power of the old, his flying speed was faster. When he disappeared from the place, Deadpool was still in a daze with the oversized golden wine glass in his hand.

He lowered his head and smelled the contents of the cup, and saw a few maggot-like tentacles dancing wildly in the blood and flesh mixture, and couldn't help but curl his lips in disgust.

"It was such a quick trip. It's the first time I've seen someone willing to die so actively." He poured out the plasma in the cup and kept the gold cup as a trophy: "Luthor, it seems like My cousin's plan is coming to an end, do you still want to follow? It seems unnecessary, this lord is dead."

Luther, wearing a purple and green suit, calmly walked in from the door. He began to search for things in Marvel's bedroom, and calmly replied:

"No need, I have full confidence in Deathstroke, but his plan is still one step ahead of mine. Hey, it's just a few seconds away. That's fine. Let's get some benefits and break up."

He once felt that Deathstroke was like a hyena, and Luther, who would only take advantage of the incident, eventually turned into a hyena himself.

Recalling that there was a time when Luther was too wealthy, he never searched for corpses, nor picked up other people's equipment, let alone ransacked homes.

But now, reality is crushing his waist. As expected, it is the fastest way to get benefits by killing others. As expected, the methods to become rich and powerful are all recorded in the criminal law.

But he still has a bottom line. He doesn't want gold wine glasses, gold candlesticks, gold shoehorns and other things. He is not short of money, so Deadpool will take those things away.

What he wants are magic props, incomprehensible books, and items with energy.

It just so happened that both of them got what they needed.

"Then what did you tell me about buying a house in Gotham?" Deadpool came closer and scratched his butt with some embarrassment.

"Don't worry, I, Luther, always keep my word, not to mention it's just a house." The bald head answered very generously, while holding a glowing cubehedron in his hand, examining it, and stuffed it into the storage compartment of the armor: "You can move whatever you want here. I think there is still some valuable hard currency."

"You are such a good man, Lex. Next time if you fight Superman again, you must remember that my heart is with you, brother." Deadpool touched Luthor's butt movedly, and slowly used it with a solemn expression. Tongue licking lips.

Although in that case he might physically stand with his cousin on Zhenglian's side, Slade couldn't care less that his cousin was deeply in love with Luther!

Feeling the guilt of the black hand, the bald body trembled. Although he had dealt with the creepy lunatic like the Joker a lot, the madness of Deadpool was completely different from DC's style.

Who can bear to always rush to the next three roads?

But who is he? He is Luther, the smartest human being on earth, the new human being.

No matter how angry he was in his heart, he had to keep his calm expression, otherwise wouldn't he lose to the bat?

"Oh, I know, but Batman is richer. Maybe you can touch his crotch." Luthor came up with a trick to divert trouble. Anyway, leaving the madman to Batman to play with, it was always right.

Deadpool twisted his lips, and he began to collect valuable-looking things, such as golden Cthulhu statues:

"He has no money. Catwoman and the Joker played a trick on him and wiped away all the liquidity of Wayne Group. According to reliable information sources, Alfred is now so poor that he doesn't cook meat dishes and only feeds Batman Eat grass every day.”

"I know this, but the thief only stole the eggs. The hen that laid the golden eggs is still in Bruce's hands, but he can't catch the thief. Note that the person who transferred the Wayne Group's money is Bruce's fiancée Se Lina, not Catwoman, the Gotham thief."

Luther laughed as he wiped his palms. It was indeed surprising that the Joker could instigate Catwoman's rebellion. That lunatic could often do some interesting things:

"This is how the Joker plays. Selina can live realistically, and Bruce can also live realistically, but Bats can't. Batman is the totem of Gotham. If he uses his identity as Batman to deal with Bruce's former fiancée, then the Joker will Winning because he made Batman take that step."

The bald tycoon saw it clearly. When the clown was not targeting him but others, he had a sense of detachment that was clear to onlookers.

This isn't the first time the Joker has done this, attacking or using people around Batman in an attempt to make Batman lose control. It's an old trick.

From breaking Barbara's spine, to creating Two-Face, to killing Jason, a series of actions are all for the purpose of this game to make Batman lose control.

But for now, it seems that Batman is very clear-headed. He still abides by the rules he set and has not crossed that line.

Perhaps the appearance of the Laughing Bat has been a wake-up call, and Batman is now stricter on himself.

Maybe the Joker understands this too, so bats like this are more fun.

Listening to the tongue twister, Deadpool's head tilted to the left and then to the right. He couldn't understand what Luther was saying.

Why would someone compete with their uniform identity? Isn't Batman Bruce? Is this mental illness or neurosis?

"So, Batman is still rich?"

That's what he got.

"With money, at least compared to you, he doesn't have to worry about money." Luther clapped his hands and took everything he could see: "We can evacuate. Since the operation went smoothly, I asked Just have a drink and go to hell."

The bald man looked very enthusiastic, and he seemed very satisfied.

Deadpool got excited when he heard he was drinking, but he suddenly remembered, or recalled something under the reminder of the audience:

"Uh, not now. Wait for me for a while. My cousin needs to say something. I'll be back as soon as I go."

After saying that, he took out the plot rationality gem and disappeared instantly with the teleportation belt.

When he disappeared, the smile on Luther's face disappeared, and his body retched uncontrollably. The time spent with Deadpool was obviously not as easy as he showed.

But there are still some things that need to be wrapped up.

Holding on to the wall, he walked out of the lord's bedroom, walked through the corridor filled with flesh and blood and deformed tentacles, and walked out of the 'H'-shaped spacecraft that crashed on the surface.

The ship's technology apparently once belonged to another man, but was of no use to Luthor.

Looking at Dr. Unclean, who was forgotten by Wade and standing outside the ruins of the spaceship, his bald head waved to the rotting giant, wanting to know some information:

"Friends, I am very interested in what you call love. Can you introduce me to your gods?"

Strange's face, which had become the Great Unclean One, was swollen because it was filled with pus, but this did not prevent him from showing an innocent smile. He sat down cross-legged and brought his face, which was dripping with yellow water, as close to Luther as possible:

"Of course, please allow me to introduce our gracious Father."