The Death Knell

What did the black doctor throw at Deathstroke? It's actually very inconspicuous, just a box of cans.

Not much smaller than the palm of your hand, it looks a bit like Spam luncheon meat, but the packaging is more fashionable.

There is a large bowl painted on the front of the product label. It is a large bowl of steaming soybean soup. It is also dotted with some carrots and meat pieces. It looks delicious.

Looking at the ingredient list, there is not only a lot of sugar, but also a lot of salt. Who knows what it will taste like.

But those are not the key, but the product name of this can is more eye-catching, with the product name and advertising words written on it in cosmic and colorful fonts:

"Multiverse beans, superpowers from the multiverse."

Bobo couldn't help but laugh out loud. The orangutan shook his head slowly and said with a smile:

"What kind of stupid scam is this? Even if you can gain strength by eating canned food, it must at least be canned spinach, right?"

"Ah, I didn't believe it at first either."

Mr. Zhuo Zhuo, who was busy, nodded. Even if he was questioned, he still maintained a calm attitude and removed one of Cyborg's legs. Although he didn't know how he paused the mother box's body self-repair function, Cyborg did this. At that time, he was like a strong man’s version of Barbie doll, being played with at will:

"But I did a little research and found that the company that produces these canned bean soups claimed that their raw materials came from the multiverse without any fraud. This aroused my curiosity. Then I bought a few cans as soup cans. , it’s neither expensive nor cheap, such a small jar costs fifteen dollars..."

"Stop digressing, what are the test results?"

Bobo took out his pipe and filled it with tobacco. He knew that Michael, as a scientist, would definitely test the composition of those beans.

The orangutan is not a scientist, and the use of strange technological creations relies entirely on the same intuition as 'I Xunsi'. He does not understand many technological methods, but he understands human nature.

"To put it simply, these beans most likely grew in a world full of nuclear radiation. I tested their genetic profile and found that there are genetic mutations caused by heavy radiation." The doctor removed another arm of Cyborg and weighed it in his hand. Wan: "It may be harmless if eaten, but I'm afraid of side effects such as hair loss or glowing skin, so I haven't tried it myself."

Isn’t it just about tasting it yourself? Not a problem.

After hearing what the little black man said, Su Ming decisively opened the can in his hand and smelled it first. There was a faint fishy smell, which had nothing to do with food.

However, each bean is very large. Perhaps it is due to the swelling of the soup, or it may be caused by mutation. There are three ordinary beans on top.

Then he let Strangler eat one that was more pleasing to the eye, and the symbiote immediately came to the same conclusion as the doctor. This was a soybean variant that it had never eaten before. It was completely different from common soybean genes. It could be said to be a new one. species.

And the radiation content is not low. If ordinary people eat too much, there is a high probability that it will actually emit a fluorescent green shimmer.

From a certain perspective, allowing ordinary people to illuminate through their own bodies is indeed a superpower. The advertisement says that it is a superpower from the multiverse.

"Michael is right, this bean comes from the multiverse, we have a clue."

Su Ming, who was a little funny, put the can on the operating table and touched Bean Sprout's head to comfort it after eating disgusting food:

"Although during the sinking of the Earth and the Year of the Villain, other parallel worlds provided a lot of material assistance to Earth 0, mainly various kinds of food, but these channels are controlled by the Justice League, and they can say nothing when distributing food to the refugees. No mention of the multiverse.”

"I understand, at least now it seems that the can manufacturer is one of the beneficiaries of the current hype of the multiverse concept." The orangutan reached out to pull the can, read the production address on it and wrote down: "As for their relationship with the parallel world? It doesn’t matter, we just need to go over and check it out.”

The detective gorilla didn't expect to have a clue so quickly. Although it was a bit far-fetched, he could at least investigate it and no longer looked like a headless fly, so he seemed very happy.

"As long as you are happy, I am not interested in these chores, so now that you have got the information you want, can you leave my laboratory?" Mr. Zhuo Zhuo played with Cyborg's body without looking back, his eyes There was some fanaticism in it, which was the concern for the mother box technology: "By the way, you still have to give me fifteen dollars, which is the money for the can."

Bobo didn't bring any money with him when he went out. It was useless for him to ask for money. How could he still go out to buy ice cream? Who would sell goods to an orangutan?

"I didn't bring any money. You can ask Batman for reimbursement. After all, I bought it for investigating the case." Bobo winked at Deathstroke and stepped back, ready to run away: "I'm still busy with the orangutan. Save the multiverse."

After saying that, he ran away. At that moment, Su Ming even saw the shadow of the speedster on his small body.

So Mr. Zhuo Zhuo's eyes moved to the death knell who was watching the excitement. The meaning in his little eyes should be, 'If you open a can, you have to buy it.' 'A gorilla can't run away from a human.' You all want to have sex for nothing, right? No way? ’

Su Ming wordlessly took out a few U.S. dollars and slapped them on the corner of the operating table. He took back the box of cans and re-welded them with cosmic energy, preparing to give them away. Food could not be wasted.

Star-Lord should like to eat these weird things. After all, he had eaten 'that' kind of grass dumplings back then...

"We have to go and find out if this guy who is active on the Internet has anything to do with Darkseid. You can slowly fix it. When will you fix Cyborg? He will be able to communicate with people normally. Let Green Arrow give it to me. Make a call."

Deathstroke smiled at the scientist and then left calmly. He was going to take the orangutan to the cannery to see who was so good at making money, and he got into the limelight early.

Bobo didn't run far. He was lying on the corner of the corridor not far away, stretching his head to peek like a thief.

Seeing the death knell coming out, the monkey came to his side again and spoke much more seriously:

"Is it convenient for us to go there? Do we need to say hello first?"

"No, Batman is a member of the Justice League who once said that if anyone interferes in Gotham's affairs, he will quit the team, but are you a member of the Justice League?" Su Ming tapped his ears with his fingers, smiling and preparing to contact the adjutant. .

"No." Bobo smiled evilly. There were not many opportunities to take advantage of Batman's loopholes: "I am a non-staff consultant for the Justice League Dark, and I am also an orangutan. Oh my, what a coincidence. Hehe."

"I'm not a member of the Zhenglian, so it's quite convenient for me to interfere in Gotham's affairs." Deathstroke picked up the orangutan and asked him to help hold the can. He instantly flashed to the square outside the Hall of Justice and said with a smile. : "Adjutant, transport us to a place with the most honest folk customs."