The Death Knell

"Welcome to Black Gate Security, a legendary company that has focused on fighting all kinds of criminals for five hundred years. Hello, I am the visiting manager responsible for receiving everyone, job number 1234."

The teleportation arrived at the prison on the hill east of Midtown. With the reservation information, the group easily entered the building and received a warm welcome and professional managers to provide one-on-one service.

But this is also a sad company dog. She has no name, and others in the company don't need to know her name. She only needs a job number to represent her as a screw.

"Black Gate Security, is your headquarters in Gotham?" Su Ming led the way to the elevator while chatting with the manager.

Since Deathstroke and his party were clients who had paid a lot of money to visit, the manager was very polite and kept bowing even when he answered:

"Yes, our company is headquartered in Gotham, but our 'criminal processing facilities' are all over the world. If you have time, I would like to introduce to you the classic package launched by our company three hundred years ago - the United States Is it okay to go on a visiting tour with a serial killer?”

As she spoke, she diligently pressed the elevator button, and the group of people would go deep underground. Obviously, criminals are not worthy of living on the ground.

Even if ordinary company dogs can work on the ground, they generally do not choose to leave the building of their own company, because as long as they go out, there is no telling when they will incur additional consumption.

The account manager raised an arm, used the watch on his wrist to display a stereoscopic projection, and explained the PPT promoting this package.

After listening to a few words, Su Ming understood the so-called package. To put it simply, it was like a package ticket for an amusement park or zoo. Visiting the prisoners was an amusement project and their profit point.

With the goal of visiting serial killers in different prisons across North America, this package will include a hundred separate visits like today, which is almost a 20% discount, and also comes with signed figures of any ten people. And in the future, you can randomly receive a relic from the death of the prisoner as a souvenir.

For example, the small plastic forks used by criminals to eat their last meal before execution, or the nails trimmed by the other party. In short, they are all items that may contain DNA, because this is the selling point.

Su Ming was not interested in this package, but Superboy and Bobo seemed to be moved by the enthusiastic advertising slogan. Their eyes were rolling. They seemed to be really interested in serial killers.

Bobo probably wanted to learn about criminal psychology out of a detective's occupational disease, and maybe he wanted to write a book.

Superboy-Prime, probably because he thought it was cool to see so many perverted killers.

The elevator descended rapidly, the lights in the car flickered on and off, the machinery made a slight friction sound, and the feeling of weightlessness was crawling down the ankles.

The smell of the air also gradually changed. The deeper you went underground, the weird smell became stronger and stronger, a bit like the lingering smell of urine in a nursing home.

“We’ll discuss the travel package later. I’ll have to make a judgment after today’s experience.”

Su Ming interrupted the other party's chatter. This woman was not as eye-catching as the customer service staff of the previous water company. Maybe the companies that run prisons have a rough customer experience:

"I still don't see any special advantages you have over the Arkham Sanatorium Chain. The serial killers there are obviously more perverted and exciting."

"They are simply not as good as us. First of all, there are frequent jailbreaks there, and guests have no safety at all during their visits."

When it comes to competing companies, the visiting manager is a bit angry. The company dog ​​subconsciously protects the interests of his master:

"In addition, they like to call criminals patients. This is obviously to help them escape responsibility and has no sense of social responsibility."

"But what does social responsibility have to do with us?" Su Ming teased others in a funny way, patting his armor: "As you can see, we are a group of people who like to pursue excitement, and we don't care what we are watching. Criminals or patients, as long as they are interesting enough, if you don't perform better, how can you attract big customers like me?"

After saying that, Su Ming also asked the adjutant to show his account balance on the projection screen. The long series of 9's in it was enough to show his capital.

The young manager was shocked. She had never seen so much money before. Her heart beat so fast that it was difficult to breathe. She finally became quiet.

The elevator door opened and everyone came to the underground world.

Here, there is a taste of dystopia.

There are heavily guarded checkpoints in the dark, heavy weapons can be seen everywhere, combat robots patrolling back and forth, and monitoring equipment everywhere.

This is an underground city. The corridors are as wide as eight lanes, and there are various types of cells on both sides of the road. However, those near the elevators are often light-duty criminals. They lie wilted in their cells one by one. There are only a few tourists to see them.

After passing several checkpoints, everyone came to a visiting room. The reception manager said goodbye and left, probably to go to his superiors to discuss matters with major customers.

After she left, robots served drinks and snacks, and everyone in the Deathstroke team had high-end sofas where they could sit and wait for the process to begin.

The room trembled slightly. This was because a huge mechanical arm lifted everyone in the visiting room together, and then moved in the air, preparing to dock with the visiting subject's room.

"There are actually game consoles here." Superboy's eyes were very sharp. He immediately discovered his favorite thing, which was a large handheld console: "You can actually play video games with the visiting target. I don't know. Are the games of this era good or not..."

He is an otaku at heart and likes comics and video games. Although he is not young, his mentality is very young.

Muttering these to himself, he fumbled to turn on the machine and started trying with enthusiasm.

Bobo jumped off Deathstroke's shoulders and came to sit on the armrest of the sofa in the dim room. He still remembered the business and asked Deathstroke:

"Do you have a backup plan to deal with Reverse-Flash? If he doesn't cooperate..."

"Reverse flash is the bait we use to catch Darkseid. You don't need to worry about whether the earthworm on the hook is struggling, you just need to throw it into the water." Deathstroke lit a cigarette, and the armor on his body squirmed and changed. Wearing a black suit, he crossed his legs and answered the orangutan's questions calmly.

Not everyone has a choice when facing Deathstroke. Barry is a friend and can be sent away to ensure his safety, but there is no need to send Reverse Flash away. It is suitable for fishing.

As he spoke, the room stopped, making a crisp sound of clicking together, and then a wall began to slowly rise.

Behind the wall is a barrier made of translucent blue energy. On the other side of the barrier is the goal of everyone's trip, Dr. Swann.

When Deathstroke looked at him, the other party also looked over, and then showed a warm and friendly smile:

"You came a little later than I expected."