The Death Knell

Su Ming turned around and looked behind him. No more clone enemies were coming for the time being. The structure of this underground facility was like a lollipop. If you look at the passage as a thin stick, the candy is the huge ball in front of you.

Compared with the complicated maze of the mad doctor, the design of Desaad's trap is not rough, but if he wants to trap him, Su Ming can only get into the box and use it as bait.

"Let's not talk about the urn. Let's talk about it. Do you have any ideas for this new fire pit?"

After having fun with Bobo, the man became serious.

"You ask what an orangutan can do against the sun? Give me the red and blue uniform from before, and I will find a pen to draw the letter S on my chest. Then you ask me to try again?"

What does the little gorilla think? He can't even see it. The light of this artificial sun is really dazzling and it is not for the orangutans to see.

"Hey, what's the use of me bringing you here? You'll lose control at the critical moment." Su Ming looked at him with disgust, tugged at him a few times with the palm of his hand, pushed him into his cloak and wrapped him up: "You still have to rely on yourself at the critical moment. , how sad.”

The orangutan, who was wrapped in a cloak and protected like a mummy, took a deep breath: "Don't mess around. If the earth in this era is destroyed, the earth in the future will also be wiped out by the law of cause and effect. Don't ignore so many human lives. "

However, Deathstroke seemed not to have heard his words. He just floated in front of the huge ball of light. A total of ten colors of light on his body lit up in turn, and the light rings on his hands emerged one by one like tattoos.

Immediately afterwards, his body burned with colorful rays of light, which was something called cosmic energy. This was not the end yet. When he took out the Night Sword and combined the vibration of X metal with the God Killer, ...

The sky and the earth changed color. What was originally a bright underground space suddenly turned into the dark background of the universe. The new light shone coldly on the face of the orangutan like moonlight. The beast looked blankly at the black color that suddenly rose from the horizon. sun.

The icy coldness pierced his fur like a sharp sword, and he couldn't help but want to worship.

"Stop! Deathstroke, let's talk!"

Just when Bobo thought Deathstroke was about to perform a giant sword slicing watermelon, a loud shout came from behind the two of them.

The corners of Su Ming's mouth twitched slightly, but he quickly covered it up and turned around expressionlessly.

Disad appeared and stood there, obviously looking unhappy.

This is literally an ugly face, because his face is blue at this time, just like what he saw in the brain memories of cloned Superman.

"What qualifications does a clone have to talk to me?" Su Ming flung a sword towards the opponent lightly, and the space-shattering shards were like an ice storm, sweeping towards the blue-faced Desaad: "Call Da Kesaide came here in person, so his status and mine are barely equal."

However, compared to cloning Superman, Desaad obviously put more effort into cloning himself.

At this time, the guy took out a long-handled double-headed machete and blocked the space turbulence left and right. Finally, he survived after losing one hand and half an ear.

"Calm down, Deathstroke. I'm just a clone that sends messages. There's no point in killing me. The original body doesn't want to die with you. There's still room for relaxation."

The clone was half-kneeling on the ground, huffing and puffing, and the pain caused a lot of sweat to flow from his blue forehead.

"Huh, die together? He thought too highly of himself and underestimated me at the same time. He planned well, cutting off contact, blocking time and space transmission, and taking a hostage from the earth... but he didn't expect that he would be killed by me. The backhand is also locked at this point, right?”

Su Ming gathered up his energy and momentum and slowly fell to the ground, and the strange vision between heaven and earth also faded instantly:

"Then how about I detonate this bomb now and let him see if I will be killed before he dies?"

There was a mocking smile on his face when he spoke, as if the ball of light in front of him was just a toy, or in other words, he didn't care at all.

"Don't you care about the humans who came with you?" The blue-faced clone who sent the message gritted his teeth. Although he was a clone, he also wanted to live: "If you set off the fire pit, all future humans on this earth will be destroyed." Gotta die.”

After listening to his words, the one-eyed man reached out to touch the head of the orangutan in his spare time, and his smile became even bigger.

"Your mother body has probably studied me for a long time, or it may have studied the superheroes of Zhenglian, but he forgot one thing. He has not studied human beings as a collective."

Su Ming took out a cigarette and lit it, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and stood there with his arms folded. The purpose of forcing Desaad to come out was achieved. Naturally, the next step was to chat to delay:

"There is a very interesting characteristic of human beings, that is, emotions are limited by vision. When someone dies in front of them, people often feel a kind of sadness like the death of a rabbit and a fox. But if the death occurs elsewhere, it is out of sight and out of mind. . On the earth, countless people die every second for various reasons. Have you ever seen humans grieve for strangers they cannot see?”

The word "similar" is very broad, and it seems to be very close, but Su Ming will not feel sad because some old man in Wakanda got sick and died while drinking juice in Hawaii.

If someone dies but you still have to feel sad, isn't that enough to become a saint immediately?

"So all of your men are discardable pawns, and you choose to survive on your own?"

The clone's small eyes were fixed on Deathstroke's face, as if trying to find any change in expression on the human's face.

But nothing changed. Deathstroke still smiled easily, and even the smoke rings he exhaled were in a perfect ring shape.

"My men are naturally willing to die for me, and they won't have any regrets. As for the other strangers, just think of them as sacrificing themselves for the time flow."

The man holding a cigarette in one hand and a weapon in the other calmly recounted the facts:

"I can survive with the orangutans. Calculating it roughly, if seven billion people are replaced by one Desaad plus you clones, my losses are still within the tolerance range, and I even make a profit. Also, you are a clone If you come out with inferior products, don’t say anything like abandonment to me, unless you want to laugh me to death, abandonment.”

Su Ming has always had various conjectures about the blue-faced Desaad he saw in the memories of cloned supermen, such as the visual 'principle of complementary colors', other homotopes in the parallel world, and those who were controlled by the energy of the eclipse. Performance, wait.

But looking at it now, it's not that complicated at all.

Just like the emaciated clone Superman and the low-intelligence clone Deathstroke, they are just a bunch of inferior products created by Vought Company who learned Luthor's cloning technology without being a master of it.

Darkseid's most trusted lieutenant originally had the same iron-grey face as the dark tyrant, which made them look like a family. It was probably the appearance that DeSaad was most proud of. His aesthetics on Apokolips Li Ke is a famous handsome man.

But now that the clones of himself are all blue-skinned, he will probably send all his other clones to be killed by Deathstroke, right?

A tired strategy? Or do you really want to talk? But there is no possibility for everyone to trust each other, so is he also stalling for time to find a way to escape?

This will be easier...