The Death Knell

"It's so hot. I forgot to buy a drink. Deathstroke, do you have any spare soda?"

Su Ming, who was observing the track, suddenly felt a small body approaching. In the crowded crowd, she seemed to have the smell of sweat, and a small hand wearing a red leather glove stretched out in front of him.

It was a girl under twenty years old who asked him for a soda.

"Jesse Quick from CW Multiverse Earth 2? I don't remember that we've met before." Although he said this, he still took out a bottle of ice-cold soda from his pocket and gave it to her: "I didn't expect that Mr. President Superman was still If you are somewhat development-minded, not long after I discovered your multi-dimensional system, he has already contacted you, haha..."

"Oh! You're not the Deathstroke I know? I recognized the wrong person. It's so embarrassing, haha."

The girl gritted her teeth and scratched her head, but the high temperature in the venue made the cool air of the soda bottle look even more attractive. Under the envious eyes of many people around her, she still took the soda:

"I'm sorry, this is the first time I've encountered a situation where there are other multiverses outside of the multiverse. You must be very similar to Deathstroke, right?"

She was obviously a little confused. She didn't know what she was talking about, and her words were like tongue twisters.

"It can also be said that the biggest difference lies in the material of the armor, but it is difficult for laymen to tell the difference." Su Ming smiled and shook his head and said it didn't matter. He pointed at his uniform with his finger: "But if I remember correctly, CW is there Deathstroke is probably not from the same group as you, so why would you want to ask him for a soda?"

There is also Jesse Quick on Earth 0, but she is a married woman in her thirties, and her husband is a ‘second-generation time hero’.

The woman had a good figure, blond hair, and belonged to the Justice Society of America, but she retired and gave birth to a child a year ago.

"Because you Deathstroke are all mercenaries, and you always have a backup plan, I want to spend money to buy the spare soda..." Jesse spread out his other hand, which contained a wad of crumpled bills. The change was about five dollars.

"Well, it's very logical. If I were the death knell, you did choose the right approach." Su Ming smiled, and he also gave the popcorn in his hand to the little girl: "But I don't want you Earth II. It’s money, that thing is of no use to me.”

Those Deathstrokes in the CW universe generally have mediocre intelligence and an eye for money. If he spends 25 cents on a bottle of soda and can sell it for $5, the profit margin is enough for him to be willing to resell it.

Mercenaries are not murderers, there is no benefit, and no Deathstroke will kill people casually.

Moreover, this place is the incarnation of justice, surrounded by hundreds of speedsters. Jesse Quick must have thought that even if Deathstroke appeared here, he would not be able to do anything bad, so he wanted to trade.

"Thank you, you are a good person. I missed the registration time for the competition and was bored." The girl relaxed and started eating happily. She came here today actually to make friends. It would be great to have someone to chat with, and she Question: "Which multiverse and which earth are you from?"

"I come from the Earth of origin, and my hometown is Gotham." Su Ming turned his attention to the competition venue again. The big screen above his head happened to be showing the second obstacle a thousand kilometers away, which was a bubbling magma lake.

As long as you run fast enough, you can run across the surface of the magma, which is not difficult for any speedster.

The difficulty is that there are many elemental creatures in the magma. These fire elements will stretch out their big hands irregularly from under the rolling magma, trying to grab the players' ankles.

It's a bit dangerous, but the speedsters who can participate in today's competition are all highly skilled and bold. If they dare to play like this, there will naturally be no problems.

Besides, even if someone accidentally sprains their foot, anyone in the audience can rescue them in an instant. A distance of thousands of kilometers can actually be reached in the blink of an eye.

"Gotham? I'm studying at Gotham University!" The young Jesse found the topic again. She also took out her student ID card from her pocket and said enthusiastically: "I study physics. My grades are not bad, and I am currently writing a paper on "The Relationship between Light and Time."

"Ah, then you should study quantum mechanics. Besides, the situation in your Gotham is different from ours. In a world without Batman or the Joker, the security of Gotham must be very good, right?"

Deathstroke, who was also paying attention to the game, asked Strangler to hold the popcorn paper bowl, and took out some spicy sticks to share with the girl.

"I found out that you know everything. You recognized who I was and where I came from the first time you saw me. Now you even know that Gotham has very good security?"

The surprised Jesse blinked a few times, looking a little curious, but with her informal nature, she quickly jumped over this doubtful point and continued to mutter:

"I've met a few Batmans since I came to the Hall of Justice, but I don't know who the Joker is. Unfortunately, the Gotham on my home planet is really boring and far less fun than Star City. Hiss, this one is so spicy!"

She stuck out her tongue and fanned it quickly with the palm of her hand. You could see that her Speed ​​Force lightning was blue and white, which was different from most speedsters.

"It will be much better to drink some soda. Once you get used to it, you will fall in love with this spicy gluten stick, and I have enough free soda pipes here. Adjutant, entertainment venue layout plan m, start teleportation."

A large oil tanker was teleported directly to the back of the auditorium with a loud roar. The adjutant also sent a group of android waiters, not only soda, but also ice cream, hot dogs, popcorn, marshmallows and the like. The stalls are all ready.

The snacks that are usually found in circus carnivals are all provided for free today, and the android is even shouting with a loudspeaker:

"Peanut and melon seed mineral water, ice-cold beer and orange juice are all given away. They are all given away for free!"

Hundreds of speedsters are preparing to eat and drink together. Not everyone can see this scene, that is, Deathstroke has amazing dynamic vision to see their predatory appearance.

With a lightning bolt on his body, a cone in his left hand, a bottle of soda in his right hand, and an iced watermelon on his head, he could still run like this.

For ordinary people, they can only see a flash of lightning of various colors, and then everyone returns to their respective positions, eating and drinking happily holding their own cold drinks.

However, for providing them with some free food and drink, these people were very grateful. A series of thanks turned into noise. Everyone looked at Su Ming very moved, almost as if they wanted to give their lives to him.

"Thank you, Slade!"

"Thank you, Brother Deathstroke! Wow, it's so cool!"

"Thank you for the drink! It's so delicious, it saved my life!"

In response to these voices of thanks, Su Ming just smiled humbly and nodded to each of them.

Sometimes, when you give a little something, you can be thanked by others. Isn't this feeling much more pleasant than being a superhero without any reward?

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