The Death Knell

"Really? Superboy-Prime encountered an army of cloned Superman over there?"

Walking in the maze, Deathstroke drank a drink bought from a roadside vending machine while having a silent conversation with his adjutant using his thoughts:

"As I expected, Darkseid's mind is full of Superman, and targeting Superman is his style. In fact, if you think about it carefully, mass-producing Doomsday is definitely better than mass-producing Kryptonians."

At least if Su Ming was asked to choose a biological weapon against Superman, he would choose to clone Doomsday instead of creating a lot of inferior Superman to play the human sea tactic with the real Superman.

"Chief, in fact, Darkseid also cloned many of you."

The adjutant smiled and played the surveillance video of the group of mentally retarded Deathstrokes to his friend.

She smiled like a fox stealing a chicken, probably because she wanted to see how Su Ming felt after watching it.

Although the surveillance picture was directly projected onto the retina through strangulation, Su Ming still showed an expression like that of an old man on the subway looking at his cell phone after seeing the mentally retarded operations of those people.

Those mentally retarded Deathstroke clones had so many flaws that he didn't even know where to start.

Rather than being like Deathstroke, those people are more like Deadpool without the ability to heal himself. I don’t know if their nonsensical behavior is just for fun, or if their brains are really underdeveloped.

"The cloned sample must not be me. I have a guess. Darkseid may have obtained the genetic samples of Superman and Deathstroke from the CW universe, but our raid on Soy Earth disrupted his plan and caused the void. Hand's attention, so for a certain purpose, he put immature clone weapons into the battlefield in advance."

Su Ming, who only felt embarrassed, didn't admit that those guys were Deathstroke. Darkseid didn't know where he got the cloning technology from, and the clones he created were completely different from the mother body.

Superman's body is very strong, so the clones are as thin as chickens; Deathstroke's strength lies in his brain, so the clones are just the opposite, and all of them are mentally retarded.

This kind of cloning technology is too dark. Could it be that it made a deal with some evil old ruler? Wishes come true in the most ironic way or something.

In the past, Uncle Da did not play cloning because it was not necessary. His habit was to capture prisoners and then use biochemical means and the Omega effect to transform the prisoners into an army of demon-like creatures that fed on fear.

After all, the captive was kidnapped from someone else's planet, and there was no cost of cultivation at all. He only needed to complete the key step of transformation.

Seizing a planet, wiping out the resistance, and transforming all the remaining billions of captives is not much more convenient than cloning?

"But at least it means that in Darkseid's heart, you are valued as much as Superman." The doll girl narrowed her eyes, and folded her hands on her belly: "In this way , maybe it can create opportunities for Batman."

The adjutant's meaning is also very simple. When Superman and Deathstroke attract Darkseid's attention, the smart Dark Knight will always find an opportunity to strike. For the overall situation, this may be a good thing.

"Batman thinks so too."

After hearing this, Su Ming was a little speechless. He put away the empty coffee can and touched the orangutan's head on his shoulder. Amid Bobo's confused reaction, he continued to communicate silently with the adjutant:

"But now we don't know whether Darkseid has predicted Batman's prediction, so don't place your hopes on others. I still feel that I am more reliable."

"Understood, continue to pay attention to the situation and wait for orders. The adjutant is offline."

The smiling puppet nodded and then hung up the communication.

The passage in the maze was still the same as before. The mad doctor almost responded to Bobo's requests, but he could already feel that Bobo was on the verge of collapse, and he seemed a little angry.

How did you get it? Because the drinks in the new vending machines are not arranged neatly, not to mention that they are all in disarray, but there is still something missing.

If the mad doctor can still think normally, he should move the vending machine at the entrance of the maze. After all, the tourists have already reached the depths of the maze, and there will be no new customers at the door.

Instead of preparing a few new machines with empty and messy interiors like now, which is embarrassing.

Therefore, the little gorilla seized the opportunity again and took the opportunity to send out a wave of negative reviews, saying that he did not even have the goods ready.

Kate and Lorna were very relaxed. At this time, the two girls were following Deathstroke without saying anything. They ate what was given to them and drank what was given to them. They were as happy as if they were on a spring break school trip.

Because Bobo has finished all the trash talk, and he is too capable of finding fault.

"Hey, we are almost at the center of the maze. I don't know if we can see a big wave of SS." Deathstroke held a cigarette in his mouth, tilted his head and squinted his eyes and puffed out the clouds. "But then again, what is there in such a rubbish maze?" It’s hard to say if there are no powerful enemies at the end of the level.”

"Well, what you said makes sense." The orangutan detective held his pipe in his mouth and pulled down the brim of his deerstalker hat with his hand: "But Deathstroke, what is the approximate level of the powerful enemy in your mind?"

The black-haired detective seemed to be really curious about this. His little eyes blinked and stared at the man's face, showing a sufficient desire for knowledge.

"At least it must be at the level of Steppenwolf, right? He is a relative of Uncle Da, and his strength is not bad." Su Ming touched his chin, looking like he was thinking, and the light from the cigarette butt dimmed in the darkness. He added: "It would be better if it was Yuga Khan. To be honest, after the origin wall was broken, I haven't seen that guy again, and I still miss him a little."

"Is that so? Are you on the same level as Yuga Khan and Steppenwolf?" Bobo had a troubled expression on his face. He turned his monkey head in a circle and then spread his hands: "But you also saw the situation here, this The maze is really bad, and those two probably won’t be willing to come here and give in. Do you think Disad and Grandma Kindness can make do as Guandibao SS?”

Deathstroke smacked his lips a few times, and the cigarette was moved from one side to the other. He also seemed very troubled:

"Aren't Desaad and the others members of the 'Darkseid Elite'? If they were to come here, wouldn't it be the same as the mad doctor acting as a barrier? It's not impossible, but I don't know what the effect will be. If someone suddenly appears without any preparation before, then the score of this maze will probably reach the center of the earth, right?"

"That's right. Although the design of the maze in the front is very poor, it can still be considered eye-catching. But whether it can pass the test or not depends on the ending."

Bobo looked like a well-informed man. He commented condescendingly on other people's mazes and smiled crookedly. He seemed to be a god of war.

And as the two continued to move forward while talking, after passing the last turning, the wave of SS that appeared at the bottom of the pass was indeed expected.