The Death Knell

As a result, when everyone arrived at the restaurant, there was no hero here, only the tauren chef was waiting quietly.

"What, there's no one at all, right?" Captain Boomerang leaned carelessly on the bench beside him, with his feet on the table, relaxing like a big boss.

Ron wouldn't say that he used his psychic powers to notify others that the Suicide Squad was coming. As a result, none of the heroes wanted to be with them, so they all left early.

There was a temperature analysis device on the dead shooter's eyepiece. He knew that there were many people here before, and there was residual heat on many tables and chairs.

But there was no need to tell such things, they were indeed not very popular. He took off his helmet and sat quietly aside, sitting with Enma, a silent man.

Killer Frost and Katana sat on the bar nearby, chatting without a word, while Harley kept ordering food on the menu with her eyes wide open.

"I want two hamburgers. Are they the three-layer hamburgers from Wisconsin? And this, a hot dog with extra mustard and ketchup. It should be as red as if it was just taken out of someone's chest. Well, let me see. what else......."

Ron En looked at Su Ming, who just casually took out a can of Coke from the vending machine on the side and sat on the bar to drink.

I don't know why, but Deathstroke seems to be more harmonious with these people.

"Sorry, I need to leave for a while. All your expenses can be charged to my account." Ron En floated up and gradually disappeared into the air.

Su Ming shrugged. Ron was afraid of fire and the kitchen was not very friendly to him. He always used a microwave oven to cook at home.

"Put all our debts on Batman. Martian Manhunter doesn't have much money." Su Ming told the minotaur chef, but the chef's answer seemed to be in ancient Greek. Finally, there was a language he didn't understand. .

Just a moment later, before several people had finished ordering, Wonder Woman walked into the restaurant. She was dripping with sweat and didn't know what she was doing before.

"Dai Dai!"

Harley jumped up from the bar chair and hugged Diana happily. She had a good relationship with Wonder Woman because one was shaking her S and the other was shaking her m. Harley liked to tie herself up with the mantra lasso to keep Diana constantly Ask her questions.

She calls it all truth, no dare.

The lighting in the restaurant is very warm, a light between yellow and white. If it weren't for the darkness in the distant corridor, this place might really look like a family gathering.

"Harry..." Diana hugged Harley, lifted her up with a smile, and then looked at Su Ming with complicated eyes.

Su Ming knew that she was asking why she and Sky Eye got involved together, but there was no need to answer this question. Of course it was for Batman's money.

Harry touched Diana's arm, which was so wet that her hands were covered with water: "What are you doing? Why are you sweating so much?"

"I'm decorating my dormitory. I plan to make it look like an Amazonian temple, so I was moving the marble columns just now."

Diana answered to Harley, but Su Ming just looked at them. Harley was obviously smaller than Diana.

"Can I go and see it?" Harley's attention was diverted. She wanted to go to Diana's place to play.

She looked at Deathstroke again, but Su Ming just nodded: "As long as you don't run out of the Hall of Justice, you don't have to worry about your head being blown off."

Diana took Harley away. Maybe when Harley comes back, she can get a lot of information from Diana.

The next step is to wait. We don’t know when the mysterious forces will launch their plan, but it should be tonight.

This restaurant does not serve alcoholic beverages, so everyone just eats and rests here.

In the second half of the night, Neptune also appeared once. He looked at Su Ming resentfully for a while before leaving with his food.

He also built his own dormitory underground. In addition to an Atlantean-style castle, he also had an underground lake as a swimming pool.

However, until the sun rose again, nothing unexpected happened that night. Not only Su Ming, but also Deadshot and Boomerang didn't find anything. People who are good at long-range attacks generally have good eyesight.

Su Ming was 100% sure that his judgment was correct, so the only explanation was that they launched the plan but he and others did not notice it. How could this be possible?

And so far, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong.

Looking out from the window here, you can see a completely realistic external environment. This window is actually a giant display screen, allowing the heroes to feel as if they are underground.

At this time, the fountain in the square has been started, and many people have brought their families to visit the Hall of Justice.

They all had smiles on their faces, which is something not easy to see in DC.

The Justice League did give them hope, and faith.

A dark figure suddenly appeared in front of Su Ming and sat down across the dining table from him. It was Batman. His facial muscles were tense and the corners of his mouth were turned down.

"Death knell."

"Um?"

"You disguised yourself as me and hid it from Gordon and Lucius."

"Haha, because...I am Deathstroke."

Want to learn the secrets of the symbiote? Don't think about it for a while, just to hang Batman up and make him think about this unimportant issue.

Bruce took out a suitcase from the side of the seat, put it on the table and opened it to Su Ming.

It was full of green banknotes.

"I think this is enough for the last commission, now answer my question."

"Five million? It's a bit less. But it's the first time I do your business. Let's treat it as a discount. It will be much more expensive next time." Su Ming also noticed the envious looks of Deadshot and Boomerang. They had never done this before. Thoughts on making money from Batman: "As for your question... aren't you a detective? Then become a detective."

Batman narrowed his eyes as he was thinking, but Su Ming's brain speed was no worse than his.

"The answer to the Riddler's riddle is seven." Batman told in a low voice. Even though it looked like a bright sun outside the window, he still leaned against the back of his chair in the darkness.

"So that poor man was interrogated by you again?" Su Ming smiled and shook his head. The number seven may be the instruction of the person behind it, or it may be the Riddler's own performance. It's hard to judge now.

"You're putting my mark on him, and that's not going to do anything good."

"Time, Batman, time." Su Ming raised a finger and waved: "The Riddler will not appear again until the citizens of Gotham forget the shape of his butt. The principles of perceptual memory, short-term memory, and long-term memory I don’t want to repeat it, but I predict that the Riddler will not dare to show his face for at least a month. If the earth can survive for another year, this is one-twelfth; if it can survive for half a year, it is one-sixth... "

"..." Batman began to imitate Commander Yodo's posture, supporting his head on the table and applying pressure with the help of his shoulders and eyes.

"What the Justice League lacks now is time, am I right?" Old God Su Ming put the empty drink can on the table, put his head close to the table, and looked at Batman without hesitation.