The Death Knell

It seems that new news about the "demolition" of the Walter Company building has spread, and Su Ming's press conference at his home will naturally not be held.

But it doesn't matter. Anyway, we have already reached the question-and-answer session. Now that the reporters are eager to come to the wreckage of Walter Company to grab first-hand news, let them come over.

As for the onlookers who paid money to come and cheer, arrange for them to have lunch in the company, give them some ballpoint pens or small plastic fans and other things, and let the hairy girls watch the arrangements.

Cutting off the broadcast video over there, Su Ming quietly waited for the next movements of these cloned supermen. The complete human cloning technology should have been obtained by Darkseid, but he could not be allowed to take it away without paying anything.

It would be best if Desaad could be retained, then Darkseid's business would be equivalent to a loss.

Anyway, what if Su Ming were to make a trade-off, such as trading Monaco's life for a cloning technology? He will definitely not do it, which is equivalent to losing his pants.

Should we exchange a powerful deputy for the technology of mass-producing miscellaneous soldiers, or someone like Desard, who can lead in domestic affairs and foreign affairs and lead scientific research? The same is true.

If he could be killed, it would be equivalent to breaking one of Darkseid's hands.

Deathstroke stayed in place motionless, waiting for the next development. He had already used strangulation to interrupt his heartbeat. Neither the motherland nor the cloned Superman could find him lurking aside.

At this time, the siren of the fire truck could be vaguely heard. As a large company in the city, it was naturally the target of focus.

However, it is obvious that this 52-story building is completely hopeless. At this time, only the dilapidated structural steel frame, crumbling concrete fragments, and holes leaking light are left everywhere under the flying dust.

Not to mention ordinary firefighters, even the genuine Superman has the only option left to mourn the dead when faced with this situation.

The siren seemed to wake up the cloned supermen who were basking in the sun. They all looked towards a dark shadow. With a roar, a slightly thinner figure wearing a black hooded cloak appeared.

He has a long, pointed nose and a ferocious face like a goblin. His iron-gray face is covered with cracked ravines, and his sharp triangular cone-shaped teeth are clearly revealed when he opens his mouth:

"Trash, humans are all trash! He died worthless. Who did it? Who ruined my plan?"

"Ah"

Before the cloned supermen could answer, a chuckle echoed among the ruins. The laughter was full of contempt, which was obviously a provocation to any new god.

Upon hearing the noise, Disad immediately turned his face to the place where the sound came from, and then he saw the first Saturn hunter who was burned to death slowly getting up from the ground.

The humanoid charcoal made a clicking sound when it moved, and its movements were as ridiculous as a gingerbread man, like a piece of dried dough being picked up from the table by an invisible hand.

But when the charred black shell shattered, revealing the black and yellow armor underneath, Desaad couldn't laugh at all.

"Some people don't cherish their own lives, but after today, you won't, never again." Su Ming moved his neck, the lightsaber in his palm suddenly lit up, and talked about the famous corpse turned into a living person. Lines.

"Death Knell! Why are you everywhere?!"

Disad was obviously not happy to see this human being, who pretended to be someone else and faked his death, lying on the floor all the time, presumably waiting for him.

Based on Darkseid's order, if Deathstroke is plotting against him, he must retreat immediately to ensure his own safety first, and all other plans can be abandoned.

"Of course it's me. Your master wants Multiverse 1, and I want it too. Then there will inevitably be conflict between us."

Deathstroke took out the Night Sword and combined it with the lightsaber. X Metal emitted terrifying energy fluctuations, and the space around him began to gradually distort and deform:

"I actually miss the happy time of playing mahjong with Darkseid, but who told him to choose this path? I will slowly kill all the new gods of Apokolips and send them to death to accompany them forever. She rubbed numbness"

Desaad didn't understand what playing mahjong was, and he had never heard Darkseid say it.

However, in this atmosphere, when you hear Deathstroke talking about death, you can probably think that playing mahjong must be a terrible thing.

"Block him!"

DeSaad was indeed a smart man, and he immediately turned around and ran away without caring about his face, letting the cloned supermen present to stand behind him, and he disappeared in the blue light with the roar of the sonic tunnel.

"Oops, he ran away." Su Ming swung his weapon at the Shanzhaichao that rushed over, and the light chopped off a head with a fake smile without any hindrance: "It's as I expected. How are the readings?"

The adjutant who was far away in Sepulk was playing with the Father Box that had been seized before. Wires stretched out from her palms and sneaked into the gaps of this "Big Brother"-like device. The dense digital flow flowed from her eyes. flow past.

"The coordinates of the sonic blast channel have been locked, and fluctuations in the time flow have been detected. The target has gone to the Earth in ancient times. In addition, Mr. Luther sent a communication."

"Tell him that I already know. Neither the Red of All Beings nor he was wrong. The animal's collective consciousness calculated the time correctly, Luther calculated the location correctly, and I have now obtained enough clues to prove that Desaad escaped to During the Cretaceous period of this Earth, his cloning factory was at that independent point in time, with the Anti-Seven-Starred Ladybug."

This is probably the difference between the mysterious side and the technological side. One goes straight to the cause, and the other goes straight to the result.

But as expected, it still needs to be grasped with both hands at the same time to be strong enough.

During the silent communication, the lightsaber was transferred to one of Strangler's tentacles. It also learned Jedi skills from the mushroom symbiote, and now it was up to it to block the incoming heat sight.

Because the symbiote does not have such things as wrists and joints, it can dance the lightsaber like an electric fan, which is better than many Jedi masters.

Deathstroke, who was under cover, activated the Force and the power of the ten light rings, sucking in the heads of the two clone supermen from a distance and bumping them together.

Once, twice, three times.

Dropping the headless corpse in his hand, Death Knell, bathed in blood and rain, walked towards the remaining targets with a smile on his face. He hadn't played the watermelon picking game for a long time, but there was no one around him shouting 'Sarilang', so it felt like the atmosphere was missing.

"So it doesn't matter if Luthor's communication is not answered, please inform Polaris and Starlight to come over. When I kill all the cloned supermen here, they will take the corpses to the media for exhibition. What should I say? 'Jumping Spider' will teach them. This can be considered a good start on the day of debut.”

"Then I suggest you, Sheriff, keep the heads of these cloned supermen and let others eat them. We need some faces that look friendly but are actually hateful to identify to the survivors."

The adjutant made additional comments.

"Yes, you have finally figured out how to play with people's hearts. You really need someone to vent your emotions. You have left several identical cloned supermen. The anger caused by this fear will have a specific target, and will not spread to everyone wearing tights. With this person, we might be able to prove that Watt Company was involved in biochemical experiments."

While praising his smart puppet, Su Ming pulled out the head of the cloned Superman in his hand, as easily as taking apart a Lego minifigure. Then he carefully wiped the head on his face and gently put it into his pocket for storage.

Clone Superman's emblem, occupying one space.