The Death Knell

"Hmm, it looks like they met unexpectedly. Is this the attraction between superheroes?" Deathstroke looked at the broadcast projection played by the adjutant and flicked the ashes with the hand holding the cigarette, but he didn't show much surprise: "So Superman’s ability should be able to attract enough attention, it just depends on whether the fish is fast enough.”

"They are planning to join the battlefield together. Angela provided some information about the dark elves' teleportation methods, Sheriff." The deputy gave a briefing on some of the information obtained through monitoring, and then waited for the next arrangements.

"Let's deal with the problem of the Atlanteans first. Send out underwater models of bionic people. It's impossible for all the underwater people to wear snake crowns. Find the survivors and put them in protective custody."

Su Ming was not in a hurry. He looked at the situation in New York City where he couldn't tell whether it was steaming or baking. Instead, he thought about the sea first.

After all, the sea is like a fish tank. Without the Atlanteans, it would always feel a bit boring.

But it doesn't matter even if they are all wiped out. Deathstroke still has the cloning technology seized from the Black Robe Universe. At the worst possible time, he can just get some genes from the corpses and ask Luther, the inventor of the original technology, to help create a batch.

"Okay, the underwater bionic man is being launched... It has been completed. The search work has begun. It is estimated that it will take 21 hours to search all the waters of the earth." The image of the adjutant nodded, she gave an estimated time, and then blinked. He waited with his eyes for the sergeant's next order.

Su Ming suddenly realized that he seemed to have nothing to do. Fishing was like this. Waiting for the fish to take the bait was actually the most boring stage in the whole process.

"Why don't I tell you a joke? I have nothing to do anyway." Su Ming looked at the two sisters beside him, then took out some snacks and handed them to them. The three of them were going to enjoy them on the rooftop of the Empire State Building. Live your life while waiting for your chance.

Taking the bag of potato chips, Lorna grabbed it and ate it without any politeness. She shook her green hair:

"Okay, I just want to smile more right now."

Wanda didn't object, she just wasn't as enthusiastic as her sister, but she still looked at the Supreme Mage with her big eyes, waiting to hear.

Seeing the huge flame entity in the sky emitting endless heat, and seeing Daisy and the others being surrounded by enemy troops, Su Ming pinched the cigarette butt and said slowly:

"One day, Fury went to a public bathhouse to take a bath. He soaked for a long time but did not see the bath master coming. As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., how could he accept this injustice? So he stood up and shouted: 'Is there anyone who takes a bath? ?', Then......"

"Then we have to guess when Fury will die, right?" Wanda seemed to be addicted to answering questions. She didn't know where she had heard the black jokes before Deathstroke, and she was laughing from ear to ear.

"Well, this time it wasn't a brainteaser, it was just an ordinary joke. The correct answer is 'The next thing a group of people gathered around and lined up, Fury went to take a shower and made dozens of dollars.'"

Deathstroke put away the extinguished cigarette butt and sighed. No matter what the joke was, it wouldn't be funny once you explain it.

But whatever, it was just chatting anyway, and I was not a bat or a clown, so I didn’t take jokes that seriously.

"Haha, I understand, this is the old joke of black Americans bathing their slave owners, right?"

Lorna started to applaud. She smiled and hugged Deathstroke's arm, feeling as if she understood everything:

"Actually, there are not many public bathhouses in the United States. They are either schools or gyms and do not provide bathing services. However, by choosing the location of the story here, it implies that the United States is on the same path of destruction as ancient Rome. I am right. Bar?"

In fact, Su Ming didn't mean it at all. It was just an ordinary joke.

But just like talking to African Americans about picking cotton or eating watermelon, it will always trigger people's associations in this magical land of America.

"Yes, you are very smart." Su Ming touched Lorna's head, as if he was encouraging her sister just now: "You two sisters performed very well today, but you will still need to work harder next."

"Of course, but the Superman you just mentioned was beaten away by the King of Evil Death again. Doesn't it matter?" Wanda lifted her red hair and gestured to the other end of the mist with her chin. , you can see a small figure on fire flying out again.

It's like seeing fireflies in the forest flying quickly from a distance on a foggy night.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, as long as there is Yellow Sun, he will not die. The reason why I said Superman is the chain between Bat and Luthor is for this reason. Once Superman is in danger, the other two will never ignore it."

Deathstroke took two steps, squatted on the edge of the rooftop, took out a can of beer and drank:

"Superman will stop injustice when he sees it, no matter who the enemy is, or whether he will be in danger. In this way, Bat and Luthor can only be forced to protect Superman's safety, no matter what their original plan is. Whatever treasures you are looking for on my earth, you can only put them on hold for now.”

By the time Superman finished his work and helped the survivors settle down, Su Ming should have finished his work and could focus on the bat and the bald head.

They have no choice, because the death knell has already predicted their psychology.

I saw that Superman was about to hit the Statue of Liberty, which could lead to building collapse, fire, and other accidents. Sure enough, the adjutant's global surface monitoring showed that a very fast bald head suddenly rushed out, caught Superman's body, and slipped away. He went inside the statue of the goddess.

"Well, there really is another person." Wanda nodded, and then looked at the adjutant floating aside: "By the way, what is going on at the Black Rainbow Bridge? Can you tell me more about it?"

The adjutant was waiting for someone to ask, but the police sergeant actually didn't want to hear the joke. That was information provided by Angela, and she thought it was quite important.

"The Rainbow Bridge is a directional space transmission method developed using the energy of the ancient god Yggdrasil, the World Tree. It can even be used as a weapon to directly bomb planets or dimensions."

The adjutant began to lecture, and she even projected a dynamic picture to help with understanding.

But those who can understand understand it instantly, and those who can't understand it are completely in vain. This is the current situation of the two sisters.

Lorna didn't even know what the Rainbow Bridge was, so she kept nodding her head as if listening to a book from heaven, but her eyes lost focus.

Wanda didn't need the adjutant to explain in detail. She knew both the Rainbow Bridge and the World Tree, so she immediately used her association skills:

"So the Black Rainbow Bridge is another directional transmission method developed by borrowing the dark energy of the ancient god Sithorn, the Great Demon Shadow. No wonder, although the specific principle is not clear, the Rainbow Bridge could pass through the earth in the past Protective array, then the Black Rainbow Bridge should be able to do the same."

The adjutant made a sighing expression. She looked at Deathstroke and rolled her eyes: "Yes, it's just that there is not one Black Rainbow Bridge, but as many as the previous corresponding portals, if they were used to bomb the earth. ....."

As she spoke, she raised her little hand and used her five fingers to make a gesture like something would explode.