The Death Knell

"Snack cart? Do you want to buy my snack cart?" The stall owner showed a strange expression. For a shriveled living corpse, the expression changes on his face were a bit too complicated, so much so that he looked more like fear: " No, don’t talk to me anymore, just go away.”

This reaction is very interesting. The more the other party wants Deathstroke to leave, the more he refuses to leave.

"How much is your food cart worth? Ten times the market price." Su Ming stood under the flower umbrella and looked at the bread and sausages with interest: "I like your umbrella very much, so I'll give you a price. "

"Why can't you understand? I said I won't sell." The stall owner shook his head, his dim eyes were rolling and trembling in the corners of his eyes, as if he was guarding something with his peripheral vision: "You leave quickly, don't It hurts me."

"Okay, if you explain why I want to buy your stall, it will hurt you, then we will leave immediately." After saying that, Su Ming shrugged, showing that the orangutan on his shoulders is also a member of 'us'.

Bobo, who had a white perforated plastic bag on his head, looked a bit like a member of the Ku Klux Klan. It didn't go well with his black fur, so he remained silent.

"Don't you know anything? It's my job to sell hot dogs here. If you want to buy them, it means you don't have a job. People without jobs are criminals!" The stall owner lowered his voice and reached the second half of the sentence. Sometimes, it's like a low roar coming from the depths of a dry well or a tree hole.

"Interesting, Slade, it seems that people who don't work here will encounter a little misfortune." Bobo talked in the bag. He blew the plastic and made the raindrops drip down. .

"Well, the last question, who stipulated that not having a job is a crime? Darkseid?" I had promised the stall owner to answer the previous question and leave by himself, but Deathstroke really regretted it. He didn't leave at all. Instead, he stood firmer.

"Who is Darkseid? No, damn it, you really don't know anything. Are you an alien? Of course it's everything prescribed by the goddess! I'm leaving, don't follow me!"

The eyes of the living corpse changed again, and his fear reached its peak. He simply didn't fry the onions, but pushed his car and drove away, as if he might be infected by some virus if he stood with the death knell.

The umbrella was removed, and Deathstroke was once again exposed to the heavy rain. He had no intention of chasing after him and letting him eat people's brains, because this hot dog seller would definitely not know more than the last zombie Superman who was eaten.

Strangler said that the brains of these people are extremely unpalatable, and the existence of dark energy makes the taste taste like the eyeballs of a dead cow stir-fried with popping candy.

Therefore, unless it is absolutely necessary, Su Ming will not let it suffer in vain again.

"How many abnormalities have been found? Bobo." Deathstroke walked in the rain and walked slowly towards the old man Le.

"Too many, Deathstroke, these people are definitely evil. I thought you would kill them." The orangutan shrank his shoulders and tried to reduce his exposure to the rain. A sound came from under his plastic bag: "First he saw You don't have any special reaction when you see a smart orangutan like me. There is a high probability that in his eyes, we are just two creatures like him."

Strictly speaking, Omega Earth is full of such zombie-like people, so people like Deathstroke with moist skin, bright eyes, and muscular muscles are aliens and monsters.

But the stall owner's emotions were all shown after Deathstroke said he wanted to buy his food truck. Bobo observed it clearly. When the two walked towards the food truck, the stall owner still had a warm reception smile. Woolen cloth.

"The goddess has set the rules, well, not having a job is a crime." Su Ming tilted his mouth, but he did not get in the car immediately. He just asked Bobo to stretch out his hand and put a mobile phone in his black-haired paw: "Check it online , who is this so-called goddess?"

The orangutan pulled the bag on his head and fiddled with the mobile phone that was obviously behind the times: "Can't you just let the adjutant directly invade the network to investigate? And where did your mobile phone come from?"

"Rushly accessing a world digital network made by Darkseid? Although I am not a master of network technology, I am not a novice to this extent."

Su Ming looked at the rain and shook his head repeatedly. It was too dangerous:

"Although the adjutant's computing power is very strong, the anti-life equation can be converted into audio or image transmission. My adjutant can contact almost all my territories, so don't take that risk. As for this backward mobile phone, it is strangled. I just got it from the stall owner."

"What you said makes sense, so I'm reminding you that you should improve Sepurk's defense to avoid being killed." Bobo's two paws quickly pressed the phone as if rubbing the handle of a game console. On the small keyboard, I searched the Internet for information about the goddess.

It's easy to find. You just need to open the mobile browser and enter the word 'god'. After a little analysis of the answer, he put the phone in front of Deathstroke and showed a look for yourself, I won't tell. But I had already guessed that it would be a little awkward.

Portraits of goddesses can be seen everywhere on the Internet, as well as giant sculptures like the Statue of Liberty. The so-called goddess covers almost every aspect of the living corpses' lives, and there are indeed goddess laws formulated by her.

Not having a job is a crime, cheating on women is a crime, eating raw roses is also a crime, etc.

But what’s interesting is that although these behaviors are considered crimes, there is no penalty standard recorded in the code. Is this perhaps a representative of flexible penalties?

But those are not the key.

"Tsk, it's actually Greer."

With an inexplicable sound coming from his mouth, Su Ming raised his phone and looked at the screen in another direction, as if he could make the photo of the statue face his face.

But in fact, it is not necessary. As a hybrid of Amazon and Darkseid, Grell has very obvious personal characteristics.

That is, she has gray skin, glowing red eyes, strong body, and wears Greek-style sandals.

"I can't understand it now, Slade." Bobo squatted on his shoulders, hugging Deathstroke's head and said, "How could it be Greer? Did she kill Darkseid? Or was it Dark? Said sealed this earth as her territory?"

"It may be that Batman has caused some impact on the timeline. Darkseid is not so easy to die. I can still feel that the dark power of this world is still whispering, telling me that Darkseid will never die." Yes." Su Ming replied with a smile, then he raised his mask and raised an arm: "But let's put it down for now, we just need to know that time may become tighter now."

After saying that, he punched the tall building nearby. The black building shrouded in smoke and rain, glowing with a faint red light, was immediately cut into two pieces. Accompanied by explosions and flames, it slowly moved towards the street. It fell slowly, and the metal made a twisting sound as it deformed.