The Death Knell

The members of the Doom Patrol looked at the three Deathstrokes a little dullly. The firewood crackled in the fireplace, and the flames seemed to be dancing.

They have never seen this side of the Zhenglian members. Who would have thought that two of the Big Seven would actually discuss the painting of their teammates with Deathstroke? Turning green is also very uncomfortable. Why are you so unserious?

No matter how you look at it, this is all a joke, right? It must be, right?

But Deathstroke, who was obviously in a dominant position, was not in a hurry. After thanking Emily, he picked up the hot tea poured by Emily:

"Suck." With the sound of gentle inhalation, he showed a satisfied smile: "Oh, your tea making skills are very good, better than many British people. If you don't want to be a superhero in the future, maybe you can go to Britain. Open a shop selling afternoon tea.”

"Really?" Yuan ** was very happy. A big smile appeared on her beautiful metal face like a sculpture, and she added water to the death knell: "Is there less discrimination against weirdos like us in the UK?"

Doom Patrol is similar to the X-Men to some extent, in that they both get along with geek teachers and geek students.

The leader is an old man in a wheelchair. The students are all marginalized people who have been discriminated against because of their appearance and abilities. There is another group of crazy freaks who oppose them. At the same time, the government wants to arrest them for experiments.

It can't be said that they are similar, I can only say that they are exactly the same.

According to the information Su Ming knew in his previous life, the first issue of "Doom Patrol" was published in June 1963, and the first issue of "X-Men" was published in September 1963. Everyone knows this about the comic industry. .

Don't ask, asking is a tribute.

"No, the British prefer to discriminate against others, but in order to maintain gentlemanly behavior, this kind of discrimination is often not said out in public."

Deathstroke threw a sugar cube into the teacup and looked at the Monopoly board on the table:

"It depends on which one you prefer. Here in the United States, the fools who hate you want to spit at you in their hearts, and they will do so in reality; but in the UK, they want to spit in their hearts, but in reality they will." Keep smiling at you.”

"Ha! It's really the British style." The film man laughed, but he actually thought that the Deathstroke Man was pretty good: "We used to support the British Air Force during World War II, but we had leather jackets, and they only had dirty cotton clothes. , those British guys were so envious that their eyes were red, but every time they met, they raised their heads high and deliberately didn't look at our jackets."

"Well, maybe it's better not to say it."

Emily nodded, she seemed to be really thinking about it. Elemental Man's ability is very powerful, but she can't compare with Elemental Man. She is more like a low-end version, so she actually has no sense of presence in the main alliance.

The Tin Woodman was a little afraid of strangers. He looked at the death knell and whispered:

"You don't seem to discriminate against us?"

"Of course I won't discriminate against you. I also have physical disabilities, do you see that?"

Su Ming raised his hand and tapped his blindfold, and a hollow sound came from behind the blindfold:

"We are actually on the same side, friends. Physical defects are just external appearances. Smart people don't care about appearances, because I can see more and further than 99% of people with both eyes, and live longer than able-bodied people." Good. In this world, ability speaks for itself. We must be self-reliant and self-reliant to create a better future and work together to achieve heaven on earth."

Using his one eye as a prop, Deathstroke triggered an empathy effect, which made the disabled people present nod their heads.

If you want to join a psychological mutual aid group for people with disabilities, it's actually very simple. You just have to prove that you are also a person with a disability. Now, don't you just get into their small circle?

The Tin Man sat back even more moved, stretched out his thigh, turned his head to the other side and said:

"You touch it."

He seems to have decided to sacrifice himself to make Deathstroke a friend, and he looks like he is looking forward to death.

However, Su Ming still declined. He was just joking and not really gay:

"I just checked the material that makes up your body. The chief is too misleading. This is ordinary high-carbon steel. After all, you need to change to a promethium metal body. That one is stronger and shinier. "

"Yes, the steel body has a lot of troubles. It needs to be lubricated frequently and rust needs to be removed after rainy days." The Tin Woodman is quite honest. Although his appearance looks a bit ferocious and his two eyeballs are in the shape of red bulbs, in fact he is brave. I still have low self-esteem when I am young.

"I'll give you an idea. You go to Superman for help and talk about your current physical inconvenience. He will definitely help you. For example, he will give you 'Superman Gold' to change your body." Deathstroke was very generous, as always. Be generous to others.

However, when Ironhide heard Superman, he hesitated again, lowered his head and asked softly: "But if I take the initiative to seek his help, will he look down on me?"

"What we are talking about here is Superman. He will not look down on anyone because he has a heart as bright as gold." Su Ming patted the Tin Woodman's broad shoulder and comforted him and said, "Just go with confidence, I will I estimate that as long as you tell him the situation, even if you don't want him to help, he will beg you to let him help."

After hearing what Deathstroke said, the Tin Woodman rubbed the back of his head sheepishly and smiled happily.

"Um, Deathstroke, is there anything I can do about my situation?" Although the method given to the Tin Woodman treats the symptoms but not the root cause, it is also a good thing to live better than now, so the film man raised his hand, as if he was in the army. Stand up and speak.

"Please take a seat, Lieutenant. After your plane was struck by lightning, your body was destroyed and your soul was separated. The chief could only find some enchanted bandages to anchor you into a tangible object."

It's not difficult. Of course Su Ming has a way, and he gave generous suggestions again:

"For things that science can't solve, magic should have a way. Chief, I don't have a solution in the magic world, but I do. Tomorrow you go to Zatanna and ask her to help you think of a solution. Just say it was me."

In fact, there is also a magician that the Chief is familiar with, Willoughby Kipling, who is an Englishman like Constantine, and his hobby is smoking and drinking.

But Willoughby is actually unqualified as a sorcerer. He is not evil enough to play magic in D. He is not dark enough, which is destined to have very limited abilities.

He is more like a magic scholar, doing research work, rather than a practical person.

Anyway, the film man who got a good idea was also happy, and even saluted the death knell. The two toasted with black tea, and laughed for a while. Crazy Jane and Yuan ** were also a little eager to try, and wanted to hear the guidance of the master tactician.

"Ahem!" Hawkgirl looked a little dumbfounded at Deathstroke, who was quickly mingling with the patrol, and coughed twice as a reminder: "Slade, have you forgotten about Victor? Should we go to the basement to take a look? "

"He has been in the laboratory for seven days, and he probably won't miss us for a few minutes. After all, he should be eaten and wiped clean by the chief. Let's drink tea first."