The Death Knell

"I especially like to make friends with smart people. I don't need to say anything, everyone understands."

The bald man nodded with a smile, pointed to his temple, and sat sideways on the table with one leg dangling:

"Now under our feet is another multi-dimensional system. I don't know the situation there. After all, time is urgent and there was no time to conduct on-site investigation before. Brainiac will teleport you there, and I will wait for you outside this multi-dimensional system. good news."

"Tsk, I thought you would act together and go down to show your fighting prowess."

Bobo is a little regretful because Luther is used as logistical support? It feels a little unsafe anyway.

Luther threw the orangutan a small laser pistol he made for self-defense, and asked with a puzzled face: "Why do you think so? I am a scientist, and it is impossible for me to appear on the battlefield unless necessary."

"So the fundamental reason is that Superman didn't follow, right? A fake like Superman might be here, isn't that okay?" Little Foo pointed out the problem to the point.

If Superman wants to go down, then Luthor will definitely go with him and compete in every aspect of the mission.

"Hehehehe you."

The bald head didn't answer him, but just let out his trademark laugh, took a deep look at the orangutan, and nodded to the green-faced robot:

"Send our friends off."

The ground beneath the feet of the two people and an orangutan was originally an image of stars, but at this moment it suddenly became empty, and everyone fell freely.

But a black light flashed before his eyes, and his feet landed firmly on the ground. Even the short-legged Bobo only staggered a little and stood firm.

Then his vision slowly returned, and there was a lake in front of him.

It's not a naturally formed lake, but a large pool in the park. You can also see many people rowing on the lake, looking very happy.

"Ah! You were deceived, you damn baldhead!" The little orangutan was so angry that he pulled out the cigar from his mouth, folded it in half with his knees like a stick, and threw it aside: "This is different from our reasoning. , here are not only various plants, but also ordinary people!"

Lorna didn't know why, she just shrunk the conspicuous metal armor on her body into a small ball and put it away, then looked at Deathstroke with curious eyes, waiting for orders.

"Adjutant, can you hear me?" Su Ming was not in a hurry to make a judgment. After all, Perpetua was dead, and the possibility that Luther would dare to stab him in the back was slim. He called his backup to hear the analysis results.

"The sound is clear, the signal is stable, the new multi-dimensional system has been discovered, the sergeant and deputy are waiting for orders."

An intellectual and gentle voice came from his ears, and the cute appearance of the doll was projected on his retina.

"Is the Divinity outside this new multi-dimensional space?" Su Ming found a park bench and sat down. The armor on his body squirmed into a casual suit. Today he chose sapphire blue, which matched well with the lake in front of him.

"A new giant flying object was observed, recorded as Divinity, confirmed." The adjutant also gave the answer. Luther did not leave, he was still waiting.

In this case, bald head is basically no problem.

It's just that the results of his investigation are slightly different from Su Ming's reasoning. Deathstroke and Orangutan both believed that Darkseid's new base should be like Apokolips, barren of grass, dark and dark, with demonoids flying everywhere. and various brainwashed armies. After everyone touches the ground, they will face the kamikaze attack that shouts "Darkseid is always here".

But now here, the flowers are red, the grass is green, the trees are shady, everyone has a smile on their face, and they are playing with the white swan pedal boat, and the lake is very blue.

Is my reasoning wrong? It's unlikely, maybe something happened in the middle.

So, do you want to trust science now?

Bobo put his ear to Deathstroke's ear to eavesdrop on the exchange, and now he was distressed to pick up the broken cigar.

"One of my cigarettes is worth about two hundred dollars. Why didn't Luther make it clear first?"

"He said, he said he didn't understand the situation here."

Lorna saw the distressed look on the orangutan's face, and quickly picked him up and smoothed his hair. Maybe she had wanted to try out the new shampoo for a long time, because after feeling the softness brought by the new shampoo, she couldn't help but smile:

"I don't quite understand why you and Slade are so wary of Mr. Luther?"

"That's not a good man, girl. How should I tell you? In short, there are probably hundreds of thousands of people who died because of him." Luther had done so many things that Bobo couldn't explain at the moment. He chose A relatively intuitive number.

Luther was responsible for all the victims of the Year of the Villain, not to mention the sinking of the Earth.

Polaris tilted her head, her green hair hanging on one shoulder. She looked at Deathstroke for advice:

"Isn't that about the same number of people my father killed?"

Magneto is also very murderous, but his murderous period was when he was young. Almost all the Nazi remnants after World War II were killed by him. He can be called a soldier among voluntary soldiers.

The Nazi army that was trapped in Norway after being organized was defeated, the Nazi generals who fled to South America with their money and men, and the Gestapo who secretly existed underground, he went to find them all and killed them one by one, he was so manic.

When he established the Brotherhood of Mutants and mobilized his team to work with the U.S. military and Canada's Z Department, he actually killed fewer people. He only killed tens of thousands in a year, which was far less efficient than before.

"Eric killed many people who deserved to die, but Luther didn't kill many directly. He killed people in a roundabout way, but he is now a harmless ally."

Su Ming, who was smoking a cigar, smiled and shook his head. He was not worried about Luther's problem:

"Well, since we don't know what's going on yet, let's investigate the situation on this earth first and find out where this is. Maybe I know?"

"It makes sense. When you arrive in a strange place, it's right to collect information first." Bobo still held the broken cigar in his hand, hitting them together like nunchucks: "Slade, did you bring any tape? Give it to me and maybe you can salvage it."

At this time, a young man in sportswear ran past in front of the bench where the three of them were sitting. He stopped when he heard the orangutan talking, and then walked towards the group of people in surprise.

As he walked, he took out his trouser pockets, as if he wanted to show everyone a treasure?

Bobo felt uncomfortable with the longing eyes, and his claws had secretly placed the pistol Luther gave him in his suit.

But the young man did not take out any weapons. Instead, he took out a pen and paper and brought it to the orangutan. He held his black-furred paw and asked excitedly:

"Can I ask you to sign your autograph? Are you the new superhero? What is your code name? What are your specialties, what shows have you appeared on? What products do you endorse?"