The Death Knell

This cave is humid and dark, and the Jurassic air always smells faintly strange, and it is even more obvious in an unventilated place like the cave.

After walking a few steps, Su Ming stopped. He reached out and touched the rock wall nearby, then put his palm in front of the orangutan to show him.

Bobo didn't have night vision, but he had a lighter. The light flashed in the darkness, and he nodded:

"It's the red-and-black-inverted seven-star ladybug. Are they an underground creature?"

"It's probably a mushroom-eater. Who knows, I thought it would be a gregarious creature." Deathstroke threw away the little beetle and let the orangutan carry the cape to continue to follow: "Things are similar to what I imagined. Please be vigilant."

As he was talking, several red rays suddenly struck from the tunnel in the darkness in the distance, like the dawn breaking through the darkness.

But Su Ming was prepared. He raised his hand and waved his lightsaber. Several heat visions returned from where they came. There were several muffled groans in the distance. It must be that someone's crotch was on fire again.

Although Bobo couldn't see anything too far away, he could still see the red ray. He immediately hid behind the death knell, feeling extremely at ease, and even said something witty:

"Isn't this trick of yours specially designed to deal with Superman? Just like Batman has various backup plans to deal with Superman, you also have a unique trick that combines psychology with reality?"

Superman is also a man. Even if his defense is very high, the pain will be unbearable if he gets burned, right?

There is another question coming up, is Superman the best spear or the best shield? What would happen if he used his own heat vision to burn his own penis?

Bobo also fell into thinking for a while. This was simply a philosophical question.

"I don't need any plan to deal with Superman. I just need to kidnap Lois and then poison her and control her."

Su Mingyun continued to move forward calmly, and the clone supermen's attacks did not even slow down his movement speed:

"By the way, this poison is called CTG Veronica Mycelium Black Light Alien Virus. Even if Clark begs Luther, the bald head can't cure my super suture monster virus. Compared with this, the infectiousness of the Laughing Virus is simply inferior. Middle brother."

This is a very mature biochemical weapon, and Marvel has used it on Earth.

"Sure enough, your level of darkness is higher than Batman's. At least he won't attack Superman's relatives." Bobo clicked his tongue. Although the pile of names put together was very long and he didn't understand it at all, he knew that Black Light Whatever it is, that's enough.

"He is a dark knight. Of course he still has some knight complex. He can naturally think of such tactics, but he just doesn't bother to use them."

Su Ming smiled and waved his hand, signaling Bobo not to be too flattering and that he couldn't bear it. At the same time, he used the lightsaber in his hand to touch up the cloned superman who was lying on the ground and rolling in pain:

"I'm different. Sometimes in order to achieve your goals, it doesn't matter if you go a little too far. By the way, do you want to see the effects of that virus? It can bring the dead back to life."

As he said this, he pointed to the corpse of the counterfeit goods next to his feet.

Although I don’t know why, the beast’s intuition tells the orangutan that if he says he wants to see it, something very cruel may happen next.

"Don't read it, thank you. You'd better not play with viruses in the future. Although I don't know if you realize it, but people who engage in biology often end up being killed by their own creations."

Su Ming walked around the separated corpses and continued to move forward, and encouraged Bobo: "The summary is very accurate and incisive, so I added black light energy as insurance for the virus. Don't you really want to see it? These cloned supermen have become It will probably be more useful after zombies.”

"It turns out that the virus with such a long name is a zombie virus." Bobo shook his head repeatedly. He has never seen living zombies. He is from the magic world. Who has never seen voodoo corpses? "It's best not to use it indiscriminately. If the virus mutates, You may not be able to control them by then.”

Deathstroke nodded, and he watched hundreds of fake Deathstrokes carrying rocket launchers pour out of the tunnel in front of him:

"I didn't expect you knew something about virology?"

"No, I just don't think it's a good thing."

As they spoke, these cloned death knells opened fire. Hundreds of rockets almost completely blocked every gap in the cross-section of the passage. The air was also filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke. Through the billowing smoke, you could still hear those fools. Shouting slogans:

"General, general!"

Facing this scene of thousands of arrows being fired, Su Ming just raised his hand, and the force stopped all the rockets in mid-air, as if they were not explosive weapons, but flying insects on a transparent sticky fly board. generally.

This is Force Control. Speaking of which, it seems to be the light side version of Force Throat?

After mastering the Force, Su Ming's wish to imitate famous scenes from The Matrix in his previous life was finally realized, but he had not encountered a suitable opportunity for a long time.

The difficulty in this reproduction is not actually the Force control itself, but the fact that I haven’t met anyone who can hit him with bullets or cannonballs for who knows how long.

Today I finally met him, not just one or two people, but hundreds of imbeciles!

It was perfect, densely packed rockets were arranged in the air, with fire and white smoke coming out from behind the warheads. From Su Ming's point of view, it looked like a grid-shaped wine rack filled with fine wine.

A smile appeared on his face under the mask. If he could choose, he really wanted to play with these Deathstroke clones for a while.

But there is no way, people are in the world and can't help themselves.

"General? Don't come here to play chess. You have to go to the park. Turn left when you go out to Jurassic. You are on the wrong set. Strangler, let's put food on the table!"

With a push of the palm, all the bullets were turned upside down, and it was another scene of one hand returning fire to the other, and it was also effective again.

In the explosion, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and gunpowder smoke filled the air. Strangler took the opportunity to turn into a wave of tentacles, swarming towards the enemy close to the ground, and screams could be heard for a while.

But it was only for a moment. After a few seconds, the world became quiet, and only the smell of gunpowder in the air proved that someone had been there.

"Hey."

The Strangled Bean Sprout and its host's cheeks stuck together, and it said that it had sent a lunch box to each of the pirated goods.

"The Matrix, right? Jurassic Park, right? Deathstroke, I beg you to be more serious, we are dealing with Desaad." Bobo, who was hiding behind, rolled his eyes. He had seen all of this, but Is now the time for these memes?

"Don't say that. If I get serious, I will even be afraid of myself."

Su Ming continued to move forward. He touched his chin and looked at his fellow orangutan thoughtfully:

"But as I expected, Desaad is a close confidant of Darkseid. Uncle Da should have told him about my combat power level. He shouldn't think that these clones can deal with me, but he still did it. , this is a trap.”