The Death Knell

When Bobo and Cloak secretly returned from the sewer to the center of the ruins of the Watt Building, what they saw was Deathstroke playing a ball-tossing game with several heads. Some of the headless corpses were fragmented, and some were transformed. It turned into pulp or ashes and was densely distributed around the place where the one-eyed man stood.

"Oh, don't let me, the orangutan, do such bloody things in the future. I really can't stand the excitement." The orangutan said this, and handed the human head in his furry paws to the death knell: "Here, I have it on hand. This is the head of the locomotive.”

It sounded a bit like a tongue-twister joke, the head of a locomotive, but seeing the surprise and pain on this kid's deadpan face, probably only Su Ming could laugh.

"You, what should I say?" Deathstroke let Strangler take over all the heads. He raised his hand and grabbed the cloak and put it back on his shoulders. He took out a handful of infinite gems from his pocket and gave it to it: "Kill the locomotive. That's right, but why is it so bloody? Bobo has a good heart, so it's obvious that he doesn't want this."

This handful of infinite gems? I grabbed it from the Time Management Bureau. They have several warehouses of tens of thousands of square meters filled with this kind of stuff.

They are indeed genuine, containing various energies corresponding to the colors, but they cannot be used on Earth 40K. I don’t know which parallel world, which timeline, or which Kang collected them.

Anyway, Marvel's diverse parallel world now only has Earth 40K and seven subordinates. These Infinity Stones have no foundation, which is equivalent to being scrapped.

It's better to let the cloak eat and play.

The cloak caught the handful of gems, then wrapped them up and began to eat them on a plate. It also took a corner to write in the palm of the Supreme Mage's hand.

Said that the locomotive was hit by himself.

"What do you mean I can't see this? That's because your good cloak has gone too far." The orangutan has become accustomed to Deathstroke's strange aura. He looked at the scene of strangulating each tentacle holding a superman's head, and turned his face slightly: "Obviously it has many ways to kill this poor man, but it insists on playing with it. It really means that the pet is the same as the owner."

Hearing the orangutan say this, the strangled Crescent Moon turned his eyes to him and bared his teeth.

Because strictly speaking, the cloak is a conscious magical artifact. It belongs to the category of items and props, and is the same type as the God Killer, who also has self-awareness.

Only itself, the symbiote Strangler, can be considered a pet as a living creature.

This orangutan is so dark. He must be planning to blur the concept of pets first, and then secretly include himself so that he can get close to the host and compete for favors, right?

‘It’s useless, Strangler is the symbiote of Deathstroke, I’ve seen through it a long time ago! ’

In just a short moment, the famous detective Strangler had a plan. He decided when to bribe the cloak and let him help capture a large group of female chimpanzees and send them to Bobo to the tavern, so that the dark hairy monkey would no longer have time to think about him. The host...

"Huh? Are you playing games with this locomotive?" Su Ming was not surprised, because after following him, Cloak rarely had the opportunity to act independently, let alone fight alone.

What's the point of having a rare opportunity to play games with the one you must kill?

So he was more interested in what the good cloak was doing.

The cloak digested the gems, shook its collar and dropped some pale residue, and quickly wrote lines of text on the ashes of the supermen on the ground.

Because it is much faster than a locomotive, originally it only needed to hit the opponent's head and break the opponent's neck.

But it felt that it didn't have the style of the Supreme Mage and wasn't dark enough.

So it changed its approach and wrapped the orangutan in a red and blue spider uniform with a few more layers to make him look taller and stronger.

In this way, Locomotive thought that the cloned Superman was chasing him. He was running too fast and couldn't look back carefully, so the guy was panicked.

It keeps chasing behind, constantly putting pressure on the prey, making it run faster and faster, and it panics and flees for its life.

After having enough fun, it overtook the locomotive from the air and came to the path it must pass. It placed the orangutan on the roof where no one could see it, and it became ultra-thin and transparent, lying at about the height of the locomotive's neck.

The next thing happened naturally. When the locomotive ran by, he didn't see the magic floating cloak that turned into a transparent sheet, so his neck was broken and his head flew out.

"Oh, that's good." Su Ming grabbed another handful of snack stones for it to eat, and touched its collar encouragingly: "It has also learned to use strategies. It is indeed my good cloak, but it has a few flaws. , you should give him a little more hope, so that he always feels that he can run away and then suddenly die suddenly. At that time, the expression on the dead man's head will be more artistic."

The cloak floated up and down, probably nodding, as it was busy absorbing energy.

"Do you really want to teach your cloak these things?" The orangutan looked helpless. He took off his Spider-Man mask, took out his pipe and took a few puffs: "Sooner or later, it will become the earth. Take the first mentally ill cloak."

"It's not as serious as you said. What's wrong with playing games?" Su Ming waved his hands and picked up the orangutan nonchalantly: "Its mission is completed, what about yours? Have you found out where the black-robed picket team is? ? Strictly speaking, they haven’t formed a team yet, so we should talk about the positions of those members in the future.”

"I found out that those people wear black clothes all year round. The adjutant gave me a few approximate addresses. I will find out by asking the neighbors of those people. You don't want to kill them, right?"

The orangutan suddenly laughed when he said this, and he touched his face a little narcissistically:

"Having said that, the ordinary people here are really nice. They like me so much that they even ask for my code name and my autograph."

"The original plan was to kill them and bring them back to Harley to feed the cats, but now I think about it. Although they are antisocial lunatics who hate all superheroes, after all, the darkness they experienced in the past has distorted them. There is no need for me to treat them. If they are so cruel, just kill them without disturbing their bodies and souls."

The black-robed pickets are neither good nor bad, but these people have one thing in common, which is that they are against superheroes and will kill superheroes if they have the chance.

This is an unstable factor. Su Ming wants to change this earth into a paradise resort for mutants. Magneto and Professor

There is no doubt that if the black robe pickets are given a chance, they will kill anyone with superpowers, regardless of gender, age or child. Even slightly stronger ordinary people like Su Ming and Batman will become their targets.

Those people are antisocial lunatics. They don't need evidence. They just believe that whoever has superpowers is that person, and they don't accept refutation.

Although in the comic story, the pickets finally reached some consensus with Starlight and Deep Sea, but that was the end of the story, not the end of reality. Who knows who they will kill after the comic story ends.

Su Ming doesn't want to do such troublesome ideological enlightenment work, and he doesn't want to treat crazy people.

The only way he treats people is to prescribe medicines, nine millimeter or .45 pills, one at a time, put into the forehead and swallowed.

"You are really kind." The orangutan shook his head and said nothing more. He simply changed the subject: "What are you waiting for here? The fire brigade and reporters outside are coming in, why don't you retreat? ?”

"The waiter, um, is here."

Seeing the familiar blue light bringing Lorna and Annie who had finished their makeup, Su Ming waved to them and motioned for the two women to come to him.