The Death Knell

As for what these people plan to do next, Su Ming has no intention of guiding them, because these "vibrant social teams" in Gotham are only destructive under the most chaotic circumstances.

Want to command them the same way you command an army? That's impossible. The street gangsters' poor tactical coordination, low individual combat effectiveness, and the little ideas in their heads are enough to make General Sherman, who massacred the Indians, kick the coffin boards off in anger.

Because there is no room for command of these teams at all, the correct way to use them is to tell the juniors who to kill, and then scatter them on the street like the big bosses who eat and drink now.

The power that drives these thugs has never been a sense of honor or justice, but greed and madness. To a certain extent, they can actually be regarded as an army of zombies that can shoot and talk.

The only difference is that the former wants to get ahead or vent his madness, while the latter wants flesh and blood and human brains.

Seeing the Scarecrow staggering and quickly leaving the restaurant, Su Ming also stood up and said goodbye. A new round of war in Gotham had begun, and what he wanted to do was to kill Simon Santo under the cover of these people.

Because I suspect that this person may have some connection with Darkseid, my brain needs to be strangled and tasted.

Also, did Officer Nakano become the mayor? How could Gordon let such an ignorant police officer walk out of the gpd building?

Many good policemen in the Gotham Police Department have their own styles of doing things. Some focus on drug control, some focus on gun control, and some focus on banning masks. However, Nakano is the only one who is "abstinent".

He believes that the police should not have personal secrets, because secrets are traps, and if they have secrets, they may be corrupted or exploited.

That's true, but ordinary humans really can't do this. Who can live without sex? This kind of thing is not only the weakness of human nature, but also the driving force of human progress.

Now that his identity and status have reached a higher level, he plans to hold everyone in Gotham to this standard. It’s really

This city has unique rules of the game. If you don't have absolute power and don't play according to these rules, it will only lead to a dead end.

But Su Ming was not familiar with this person, so just die. Gotham can still continue to operate with the support of gangs and Batman even without a mayor.

"Haven't you finished eating yet? It's unrealistic to expect that one meal can deplete the penguins." Su Ming came to Harley's side and picked up the girl who was also eating: "You guys love lobster so much, next time I will bring you You go eat lobster people.”

"Lobster man?" The orangutan with a piece of lobster meat ball in his hand stuck out his tongue, with disgust written on his face: "Although I have never seen such a thing as a lobster man, it sounds like it should be an intelligent creature, right?"

Are the lobsters of Azeroth considered intelligent creatures like the murlocs? They have spellcasting professions such as shaman and wise man, and they probably have brains.

"Lobsters are not human beings, **, only good orangutans like you can be considered human beings." Deathstroke replied, and gave the orangutan a smile: "If you look at it from the animist shamanic point of view, then you will never think about it in this life. Eat anything.”

"Don't care what the little gorilla says, honey, just tell me do the lobster people taste good?" Harley was more concerned about this. She had never been against trying new things, which kept her at the forefront of trends.

Su Ming touched his chin and shrugged: "I haven't tried it either, so I want to experience it with you."

"Yeah! You talk so sweetly, honey." Harley dropped the lobster tail in her hand, grabbed the napkin on the side to wipe her mouth, then pouted and kissed Su Ming from a distance: "Then don't eat it now, Eating too much late-night snacks will make you fat, so let’s go out and do some exercise. By the way, do we need to stop the bat? After all, with such a big movement in Gotham, he should come out."

"No, because the thugs on the street are there to attract his attention. If I want to kill Dr. Santo, it would be safer for me to do it myself." Deathstroke touched the orangutan's head and looked at his kind eyes. Explained: "My warrior instinct tells me that the doctor is not a good person. I really don't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately."

The orangutan shook his head and said that he didn't mind. He was just a bar owner. Good guys and bad guys came into contact with each other. What's more, wouldn't he just kill some people? The reason why Justice League Dark is called Dark is because everyone is used to seeing dead people.

He was not Barry's sweetheart, so he naturally didn't need any explanation from Deathstroke. He just hoped not to involve too many ordinary people.

But obviously this is Gotham, and no serious person would go out in the middle of the night, so there should be no innocent people involved in urban riots at this time.

Whatever Deathstroke does.

"I trust your intuition. After all, you are probably the strongest warrior on earth. But if you want to carry out the beheading plan, you must first find where Dr. Santo is. Have you found any clues about Batgirl?"

"No, there are photos of this man on the Internet. He looks a bit like Steve Jobs, but he is elusive and very suspicious." Su Ming waved to everyone present and left the place calmly. After all, he He is only responsible for providing information to everyone, and does not want to interfere with Gotham's chores: "But it doesn't matter, Ivy is not here, let her help look for it."

"So I also have a mission?" Poison Ivy touched the leaves in her palm and showed a charming smile: "I can give it a try, but first I need to find a small park or something where I can get in touch with plants and the earth. .”

Her abilities obviously cannot be used in the parking lot in front of the Iceberg Restaurant. There is not even a blade of grass here, only mirror-smooth cement and asphalt pavement.

The cloak was turned into a flying carpet, and a few people and a monkey immediately arrived at a park in the middle of the street. It rained today, and the tree trunks that had lost their leaves due to the extreme cold in the past few days stood alone, being beaten by the rain, but they still remained. There are a few homeless people living in cardboard boxes here, and that is their comfort zone.

The ground was full of mud, and the public lawn in the garden was as pitted as bald patches, and now it had turned into large and small quagmires.

But Poison Ivy doesn't care about this. She is a woman who wears no clothes or shoes all year round.

She jumped off the flying carpet, opened her arms in the rain, and stepped into the mud. Immediately, new vines and leaves climbed up her curvy calves. These vines grew so fast that they even The flowers bloomed at midnight, making the woman feel like she was wearing a thick new dress.

"Plants, listen to my voice and look for the human being I want!"

In fact, you can use it without shouting. Even after returning to Gotham, Poison Ivy also needs a sense of ritual in life.