The Death Knell

The residents were very realistic. When they realized that they were not Deathstroke's opponents and there was no fundamental conflict between the two sides, they quickly gave up their hostility and did not even need Captain Rabbit's comfort.

Most of the people in the walled city went to quietly clean up the battlefield, recover useful metals from the mechanical Zerg, and collect the corpses of their compatriots.

The atmosphere couldn't be described as sad, as if they had long been accustomed to the casualties of relatives and friends.

There was originally a simple fence checkpoint at the exit canyon of this basin surrounded by mountains on three sides, but when faced with the insect swarm, the sentries there did not even have a chance to escape, not to mention blocking the enemy.

Su Ming felt that the collective consciousness of this mechanical insect swarm was likely to be 'extinction', because they had no intention of taking away the human corpses, nor did they reuse the corpses on the spot, but simply killed all intelligent creatures.

"Can Jesse catch up with Jay? If we are talking about these two people from different worlds on Earth 0, I know them both. One is a member of the Justice League of America, and the other is a member of the Justice Society. How should I put it, young man In some aspects, he is still not as good as his seniors, but the gap in fighting spirit is quite large."

Bobo, who asked about the death knell, was holding his pipe in his mouth, his big black grape-like eyes rolling around, and while making comments about his high emotional intelligence, he looked around at the buildings in the entire city.

This place is like a mashup of wasteland punk style, or a magical medieval European village. It is surrounded by a towering giant wooden fence wall and some weird-looking houses inside.

Some houses are round and look a bit like wooden yurts; some houses look like toothbrushes standing upright, with the larger end at the top; some houses don't even have doors at all, just triangular structures supported by wooden boards. tent.

Perhaps for fire protection, these buildings were covered with dirt on their roofs. Lawns and flowers grew out of the dirt, so they felt like elves and magic.

But in addition to these, there are also many traces of time and space confusion, bringing an inexplicable mix and match style.

On both sides of the narrow streets and near some buildings, there was a lot of high-altitude garbage that was obviously picked up.

For example, carriage doors were picked up and used as house doors, a dilapidated refrigerator was turned into a water trough for feeding livestock, and a half-part of a Black Hawk helicopter that came from nowhere was transformed into a wind power tower, and a machine similar to a giant 3D printer was used. The equipment is placed in the largest building in the village.

You can see through the open door of the building that it is printing a lot of paste-like materials into slices of bread.

"Didn't you see the answer yourself?" Su Ming smiled and raised his chin towards the largest building, and answered Xiao Fu Orang's question with a smile: "There is a saying in the East that people are made of iron rice or steel. I'm so hungry, do you think Jay can really outperform Jesse who eats and drinks like this every day?"

Yes, the older generation of superheroes like the Justice Society do have strong beliefs. Even if they are slightly injured, they cannot leave the line of fire. Even if they are seriously injured, they will drag their enemies to death together. Now the surviving elderly heroes sit in wheelchairs with catheter bags and have to maintain them. Justice, DC's New York City is well maintained by them.

On the other hand, the third-tier elite groups of the younger generation are less like organizations with firm beliefs and more like clubs or interest groups.

If a member is about to have a baby, he quits; if a member is not in a good mood, he quits; if a member moves to another place to work, he quits.

There are endless situations like this, and sometimes you can't even feel why these people get together, because they don't seem to have any belief in justice at all, and joining and quitting the team is just like playing.

The superheroes in the Justice League are reliable, but only the eight people known as the "Big Seven" are reliable.

The 'Justice League Community' and 'Justice League International', 'Justice League of America', 'Justice League Dark' and other teams affiliated to Zhenglian sometimes have less fighting will than Damian's Teen Titans or the Sons of Superman. Young Justice.

However, the Dark Zhenglian are all sorcerers, and the last thing they need is a passionate will to fight. This is another story.

Therefore, Jay in the village may have superhuman fighting will, but as a speedster, running consumes a lot of energy and food.

Even Barry would become like a starving ghost reincarnated after running a long distance, and he would eat a lot of high-calorie food.

Su Ming saw some poultry and livestock raised by people in the village. They probably fell into this world with someone, but the number was very small. The food provided should be egg and milk supplements, and I am afraid that everyone in the village needs it. share.

Jay is the Flash. He will never keep nutritious food to himself, and may even give up his share. This is what a hero does.

Therefore, Su Ming concluded that it was unrealistic for him to supplement a large amount of fat and sugar here.

Then the result of this race is predictable. No matter how strong the will is, there is always a relative speed difference in the race between the fastest people. The one with no oil and water in his belly will definitely not be able to outrun the one with sufficient energy reserves.

"It's still your sharp eyes. I saw this machine a few seconds later than you." Bobo wrinkled his nose, climbed onto Deathstroke's shoulders using both hands and feet, and squatted down in a special position: "However, that kind of flow What the hell is that green goo that goes into the machine? Seabed sludge mixed with baby vomit?”

"It's our food, an edible alien potato."

The middle-aged man dressed like a gentleman spoke again. He was the communication representative who stayed. There was no expression on his face now, but from his tone, it was obvious that he had some objections to the orangutan's evaluation of everyone's food.

Captain Rabbit stood up at this time. He smoothed things over with a smile, put his arm around the other person's shoulders, and, regardless of whether he liked it or not, he took out a carrot from behind and stuffed it into the man's hand like magic:

"Don't be angry, sir. Come on, eat some carrots. Supplementing vitamins will make you feel good. My orangutan buddy is a bit cynical, and he often hangs out with the British. He doesn't understand what delicious food is at all. You can forgive him. It was an unintentional remark."

The middle-aged gentleman took out a handkerchief, wiped the carrot, put it into his pocket and put it away, adjusted his bowler hat, looked straight at the talking human rabbit and said:

"I'm British. I used to live in Manchester in 1819. I don't understand food at all. I'm really sorry."

After hearing what the other party said, Roger's three-petal mouth took a deep breath, then quickly covered his mouth with his hands, shook his head and backed away, because he obviously realized that he had said the wrong thing again.