The Death Knell

The image of Deathstroke flashed across the smooth and twisted mask of the alien steel skeleton. He raised the muzzle of the gun in his hand and pointed it at the mercenary in the air again.

But at this moment, the girl who got out of the back seat of the car tore off the tape on her mouth and bowed to him.

"sorry!"

The metal monster was stunned. Although his body was mechanical, his brain was obviously still human and would inevitably be affected.

"It doesn't matter."

He put down the weapon in his hand and nodded his head up and down with his long neck as a response.

But he seemed to have forgotten that he was facing one of the strongest warriors in the entire multiverse at this time. Not to mention the time it took to speak a few words, just a slight distraction during the battle would be fatal.

So almost at the same time, with a flash of golden light, Deathstroke had already put the weapon back into his body.

Cyborg, who had just politely exchanged questions with the Sin-Eater, was immediately cut into two neat halves, followed by a violent explosion.

Half of the head slid along the slippery asphalt road to the death knell. It was still steaming slightly. Su Ming raised his foot and stepped on it, picked it up and played with it in his hand. He also gave the girl a thumbs up:

"Well done, your ability is quite suitable for use at this time."

If you face any powerful enemy in the future, as long as the Sin Swallower keeps apologizing to the opponent, wouldn't that be equivalent to unlimited time control skills?

"Woooo..." But when she saw a robot dying in front of her, it really died because of her. The girl's emotions collapsed. She whimpered like a wounded animal, timidly. He looked at Deathstroke and said, "I'm sorry!"

After saying that, she lowered her head and switched personalities again.

She was originally a mental patient, but what Deathstroke did was so despicable that it filled her with self-blame.

If she hadn't been talking to Mr. Robot, maybe he wouldn't have died...

The new personality is dressed like a circus clown, with a funny lace around his neck and a square hat with a brass bell on his head.

As soon as she came out, she shook her head and used herself as a bell, and burst out laughing:

"Hahahahahaha, my God, there are so many viewers today. I'm excited to be back in Gotham again!"

"It's you, don't imitate Harley, clown." Deathstroke breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at his car: "Next, help us find a means of transportation."

The woman wearing tight bodybuilding pants slid to the side of the death knell, and her arms danced like wheels as if she had lost her balance. When she was about to fall, she suddenly took out a big balloon from her pocket and put it under her body. , the balloon bounced her upright with a 'duang' sound, and let her fall gently into the arms of the death knell:

"Hehe, don't say that. I'm cute too. Do you want balloons? I can fold balloons. Tiger, giraffe, poodle, what do you want? Say it!"

This persona is the 'Clown', which evolved from the happiest memory of Charlie's childhood, which was the experience of going to the circus.

She thinks she is a Gothamite and Harley's good sister, but in fact these are all symptoms of mental illness.

Harley didn't know her at all, but the clown might have seen Harley's news interview or a story in the newspaper at some point, and thus had the illusion that she was also a happy sister.

The Harlequin's ability is to manifest her thoughts. She can take out various props from her trouser pockets, and she can conjure them up whenever she wants, which is even more exaggerated than Batman's belt.

But she was also uncontrollable, and she learned a lot from Harley's willfulness.

Su Ming asked her to turn into a car and come out, but she insisted on turning into a balloon animal. The big lipstick smile on her face looked like she had sucked blood.

"There are four of us. Any vehicle will do, preferably one that is compatible with the Speed ​​Force." This girl will only do what she likes, so just go with her.

The clown suddenly became happy. She pinched Deathstroke's ears and imitated the sound of a train:

"Dudu! You are such a kind person. No wonder Sister Harley likes you. Then I will make you a little swan. Wouldn't it be better if it can fly? I want to have wings too."

"You figure it out. Wait, add these four seats." Su Ming picked up the four intact car seats from the circular scorching ruins and threw them to the girl.

"Hahahaha, leave the tasteful choice to me."

The girl with a smile on her face stretched out her hand to catch it, then took out a steady stream of long balloons from her pocket, and started working with the sound of rubber friction. Her hand speed was almost too fast, and her whole body was jumping up and down, her mouth Strange noises were made from time to time.

"Hey!"

"ha!"

"he he he he he......"

The Flash on the side was a little dazed, because he saw a madman wearing Harley's old uniform laughing wildly and playing with balloons, and Deathstroke seemed to be crazy too. He really planned to let everyone ride on animals made out of balloons... .

"Slade, are you okay?" He tentatively reached out to touch the mercenary's arm.

"I'm not crazy. Don't use common sense to look at anyone with a smile on their face." Su Ming took out a cigarette and leaned under a street lamp to smoke. Not far away, on the roof of the police station, Batman was still there. Dancing with the clown, the sound of music floats in the night.

This time it’s tango, and the clown’s reverse lower back is really awesome...

Su Ming guessed that the owner of this consciousness block was probably a rotten female police officer lurking in the Gotham Police Department, but there was no need to find him. Once the transportation was online, he could continue the mission.

"Can animals woven from balloons really sit down? And are they compatible with the Speed ​​Force?" Barry was a little unbelievable, because this was not common sense at all.

"If it's a balloon made up by someone else, it definitely won't work, but it's a clown's creation. I can't say. Anyway, it's free to try. Let's see if she can use the balloon to make you a lightning car and a speed treadmill."

Deathstroke has always had this attitude. Anyway, there is nothing to lose if you try something that costs nothing.

The Chief and Cyborg have both entered the consciousness level for seven days, and they don't need much time to do so. Let's drink tea first.

He handed two bottles of 'Western Leaf' tea drinks to Hawkgirl and Little Flash, while watching the balloons building cars and watching the bats dancing, it was really a double happiness combined.

The clown's whole body turned into a red and black afterimage, and the sound of the bells became one.

It only took her thirty seconds to complete the work. She was no better than a speedster. After she finished, she took out a piece of red cloth to cover the work, and then took out several spotlights from her pocket to shine on the cloth.

"Ta da! It's done. Children, come and see if you like the balloons that my sister folded for you?"

She grinned so hard that her head began to shake wildly again. She didn't know what she had eaten. She was so restless that she couldn't stop.