The Death Knell

Diana took Donna to the sonic teleportation room, and now only Deathstroke, Gorilla, and Green Arrow were left in the conference room.

Oliver looked at the monitor on the wall and saw red dots lighting up at certain locations on the earth from time to time. He sighed. Those were not big things, but they undoubtedly represented various small troubles.

"We have to go back to the control room to go on duty. Scheduling work is the most monotonous. Probably only Batman can bear it. Do you want to see it?"

One of the main jobs of a hero on duty is to sit in the dispatch room and stare at various screens. When a superhero needs support somewhere on the earth, the person on duty will be responsible for dispatching reinforcements or giving tactical guidance.

So not everyone can do this job. If your own tactics are a mess, how can you teach others?

Think about it, if Arthur is on duty in the control room and someone asks for tactical guidance, he will definitely tell them, 'Just go ahead and it will be over.'

Not everyone is as resistant to beatings as he is, and if he is, he will kill someone.

In the past, there were four people working in shifts: Batman, Superman, Cyborg, and Martian Manhunter. They were either master tacticians or top hackers, or even worse, people with strong abilities who could arrive at the scene of the incident and solve the problem in an instant.

Later, Hawkgirl and Green Arrow joined the team, so they shared some responsibilities. But in fact, even if Batman is not on duty, he is still secretly monitoring every dispatch order in the Hall of Justice in Gotham. If this is really a outrageous plan, He will cut off the communication for you.

Let Batman design the Hall of Justice, and what he will design must be a box filled with various surveillance systems to monitor his friends at all times.

Everyone knows this and accepts it tacitly. Anyway, the heroes don't think they have anything to hide from others. They act and sit upright, that's how confident they are.

"No, if I enter the surveillance room, Batman will be neurotic again." Su Ming smiled and rejected Green Arrow's kindness. As an anti-hero full of dark secrets, all he wanted was to manipulate Zhenglian through his connections. , it’s not like he wants to join Zhenglian: “You guys go about your business, I’ll go check on Cyborg’s situation.”

"Okay, he is over there in the infirmary, so I won't accompany you."

Green Arrow lightly punched Deathstroke on the shoulder, patted Bobo on the head, and then left with his ex-wife in his arms.

Bobo, who was attacked by rubbing his head, adjusted his hat unhappily. Doesn't one have human rights if he is short? Who wants to rub my head?

"Now I want a way to grow taller quickly, at least so that others can't reach out and touch my head."

The ape turns to Deathstroke for tactical support, having had enough of having his head rubbed.

He didn't realize it when he was living a life like a salted fish before, but then he started working with Deathstroke and always interacted with people from all walks of life. Many people wanted to touch furry animals when they saw them. He felt like he was going to lose his hair.

Su Ming picked up Xiao Fu and walked to the infirmary. After listening to what he said, he immediately gave advice:

"Being taller only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. As long as you have a head, there is always the possibility of being touched on the head. So my suggestion is that you make a deal with the devil and turn yourself into a headless horseman."

If he hadn't been covered in black hair to begin with, Bobo's face must have been covered in black lines now.

"Isn't this too extreme? I might as well buy a motorcycle helmet!"

The orangutan said this, his monkey face showed a fierce look, and then he used two paws to launch a tickling attack on the death knell.

"Haha, don't you think you have figured out a way now? People, if you don't push yourself, you don't know how much potential you have." Su Ming ignored Bobo's little move and touched a monkey. The head, said a truth sincerely.

One person and one ape were wandering around the Hall of Justice talking about such trivial matters. The white corridor was spotless. This was a place that belonged to the heroes. It seemed that the style was incompatible with the two of them.

For Sepulke, you know that the buildings there are all black, and the lighting fixtures in the corridors all emit red light, which makes people feel as warm as going home.

When I arrived at the door of the infirmary, I saw Mr. Excellence with a red T letter painted on his face. This black doctor was examining Cyborg.

At this time, Victor's eyes were closed and he looked very peaceful.

"Good evening, Michael, what's going on? Why did he turn off his phone again?" Su Ming walked into the infirmary. To be honest, he was not very familiar with Mr. Zhuo Zhuo, because this guy is too smart. If something big happens, When it happened, the person had disappeared beforehand.

When the crisis is over, he will reappear. You said he joined the Justice League to do chivalry, but it is better to say that he is greedy for the experimental materials and alien technology here.

But even so, there are three famous doctors in the DC universe, and he has a place among them.

The one with the strongest medical skills is undoubtedly the Midnight Strange Doctor. Su Ming has never had the opportunity to meet him, but I heard that even if he can't "treat the living dead and heal bones", he is not far behind. Except for cancer, he can't cure any other disease. Injuries can be cured when you come to him.

Next up is Batman. He has been a doctor for a long time and specializes in bruises and injuries. There is not much to say.

Next up is Mr. Excellence. He has 14 doctorates, including medicine and forensic science. Moreover, he has an advantage that the previous two do not have, that is, he also has a doctorate in engineering and electronics.

Among doctors, he is the best at repairing machines, and among engineers, he is the best at treating diseases. With a half-human, half-machine body like Cyborg, Michael is the most suitable, except for the madman in the chief who focuses on ripping out people's brains and building brain-controlled robots. Patient.

Hearing the sound, Mr. Zhuo Zhuo dug his hands into the iron belly of the steel frame and turned around with a smile to answer:

"Victor said there seemed to be something wrong with his brain. He kept checking himself and couldn't turn on his phone normally, so he asked me to do a full body check on him."

As he spoke, he took out a few parts from the body of the steel frame, placed them on a tray on the side, and let a few suspended silver balls do the recording and numbering.

These small silver balls are called 'Excellence Balls'. To put it bluntly, they are anti-gravity spherical drones he made. In addition to being used as assistants in daily life, they can also build energy barriers, emit EMP pulses, and slide doors and pick locks. , which is actually quite useful for hacking into various devices.

But now Mr. Excellence doesn't seem to be overhauling Cyborg, but more like he plans to dismantle Victor to reverse the mother box's Apokolips technology.

"What a pity. If he wakes up, I plan to ask him to help check the news on the Internet." Su Ming touched his chin and leaned against the door to watch the doctor's anatomy operation.

"You're talking about someone preaching the benefits of the multiverse, right? I know, and I have clues." Dr. Excellence shook the oil on his hand and asked the Excellence Ball to light up the light to explore the belly of the steel skeleton. He took the time to come From the cabinet on the side, he took out a small thing from the cabinet door and threw it to Deathstroke: "Look at this, it should be very useful, right?"