The Death Knell

"Slade, why did you judge that King Hod would fall into such a trap?"

The boy who once again locked the fifth-dimensional man in the bottle in the distance raised his head and asked his father with some doubts. As an American boy, it was normal for him to call his parents by their first names.

At this time, the man he was questioning was using his cloak to turn into an invisible boat, taking him boating on the sea covered with bones.

"In fact, it is also an application of psychological warfare. King Hod is very arrogant and thinks that everyone except himself is useless."

Deathstroke chuckled and slowly used the black oar to push the boat to float:

"Not to mention King Hod who is not dark enough. If you ask Luther about the lipstick number, he won't be able to answer it. But at this time, you only need to tell him that Batman can recognize all red colors. The difference is that Luther will be more serious with you."

"Are you paranoid..." Da Mi understood. This strategy was like telling Jason that he was not as good as Tim. Jason would definitely get into trouble and not be able to get out.

The last thing people want to admit is that they have some kind of flaw, or that they are not as good as someone, especially those who have been in high positions in the past, and it is impossible to admit that they are not as good as the inferior people in their own perception.

The way Deathstroke initially attracted the other party was by taking advantage of the vacationers' curiosity and the fisherman's desire for gain and loss.

A common symptom of people on vacation is that they buy some boring souvenirs that they would never buy in normal times, or participate in some entertainment activities that they have not participated in in the past.

As for fishermen, no matter what kind of fish they catch, even if they don't know the species, they will check it online and they won't just throw away the prey.

The matryoshka design, like peeling an onion layer by layer, also gradually turned curiosity into a desire to win. The subsequent stimulation of words only induced King Hod to put the "tears of death" to his mouth. ....

In addition to Leopard Girl's hands, Deathstroke also has this kind of poison. Although he doesn't usually use poison, it doesn't mean that mercenaries won't poison him.

Damian, on the other hand, has received a full education from the Assassin's League. He is not very young, but he is also an expert in using poison.

As for the fifth-dimensional people who were forced to turn into strange pieces of meat, covered with tears of death, hung on fish hooks by diving, and forced to obey orders by remote control? Deathstroke didn't care whether he lived or died.

Besides, if the guy hadn't been poisoned too, Damian wouldn't have been able to stuff him back into the bottle so easily.

"Not only the tears of death, I also used hundreds of poisons provided to me by Poison Ivy. There is always one suitable for King Hord. Otherwise, how do you think the various boxes were dyed before?"

Su Ming smiled and touched Damian's head. Although the tears of death should have played a role in the enemy's final death, it was fine, as this concept poison that could kill gods could not be detected.

But Damian's mind was no longer on the cause of the target's death. He had a small talk and put the bottle back into King Robin's captured space belt:

"I know about you and Poison Ivy, and I have expected this to happen. If you sleep with Harley, she can't keep watching. You don't need to explain to me, I understand, but my mother... ....”

Who knows what he was thinking about, but it was quite funny for the boy to say this.

Su Ming, who was possessed by the drama spirit, took off his mask and cast his gaze towards the sea glowing with phosphorescent light. His expression became melancholy and vicissitudes of life. He patted the child's head:

"Thalia and I...well, some things are darker and more complicated than you think. When you grow up, you will understand."

After hearing his father's explanation, Damian nodded silently. He stopped talking and just looked at the calm sea together.

Although he was confident in his own mind, he was definitely not so arrogant as to say that he knew everything in front of Deathstroke. If someone really did this, they would be either a madman or a fool.

"So, Slade, are we going back to Etania next?"

The boy changed the topic. There was no expression on his face, but that didn't mean that he was still calm in his heart.

"There is one more thing to do, and that is to upgrade Cyborg." Su Ming picked up the boy and took back the cloak that turned into a boat. The two of them rose into the sky: "To deal with Darkseid, Victor may Holding us back, he is your friend, I don’t want to use him to exchange money.”

"Thank you, but what should I do specifically?" Damian felt respected, and he liked this feeling.

"Cyborg has a Mother Box in his mind. I seized a Father Box in the thinking realm not long ago. Luther is an expert on robots and clones, and Hordak is an expert on robots and biology. We also have the magic help of the good witch. We can give Cyborg a comprehensive system upgrade, I already have a plan, all you need to do is help me convince him."

Deathstroke looked at the boy in his arms, used his lightsaber to cut through the barrier of the world, and used his cloak to take the two of them back to Ethilia.

"I will, as long as it's what you want me to do."

Damian agreed without hesitation. There was no light in the void, only endless darkness, but his eyes were shining.

.............................

King Hod is dead. If you want to face him head-on, things will become very troublesome. Although his fighting power is not particularly strong, as a top villain, that guy is particularly good at escaping and is slipperier than a loach.

So killing him with poison is the simplest and most concealed way.

After meeting up with Luther and his group, Deathstroke roughly told what happened, and then brought up the matter of helping Victor upgrade.

"Oh, it's just Cyborg. We only need the Mother Box in his brain to determine Darkseid's location. Why bother with him?" Luthor glanced at Cyborg from the corner of his eyes and patted himself again. Ya Mo Zhuo beside you.

To be blunt, they are also robots, but Ya Mo Zhuo can beat ten steel skeletons.

"You can't say that, Lex. You are now a member of the Justice League. Don't be so utilitarian when thinking about problems." Su Ming saw Victor's dark face full of grief and anger, and he made a show of separating Luthor from that stupid boy. : "Humanity is a collective. On the route of mechanical ascension, Victor is the forerunner. As a member of our generation, you should give young people some opportunities, eh?"

"The robot boy is not a human being, is he? He doesn't even have the ability to reproduce."

Luther acquiesced to Deathstroke's statement, but then Grodd intervened and told the truth. As an orangutan, he knew that the reproduction of a population was not just about talking, but also about doing some mundane things.

"I'll fight with you!"

Cyborg was so angry that he was stabbed in the heart. He wanted to compete with the gorilla on the spot, but Damian held him tightly and told him to calm down.

Grodd's words sounded ugly, but it was also true.

"Haha, a loser who can't even face his own situation, how can he be my opponent? You are far worse than Barry, boy."

The sneering gorilla turned around, turned his back to Cyborg and fired another round of verbal output, as if he was not afraid of his anger at all.

After all, both parties have black skin. He can say things that others cannot say, and there is no issue of racial discrimination at all.

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