The Death Knell

gcpd has been attacked by villains countless times, and it has fallen countless times.

After every tragic incident like this, Wayne Group will donate the latest technological security equipment to the police station, including fully automatic traffic stops, all-weather intelligent monitoring, etc.

In other words, what Deathstroke is seeing right now, the bats should also be seeing in the Batcave.

But the problem is, Commissioner Gordon has nothing good to say.

Surveillance at the front entrance showed that a few minutes ago a shabby old lady walked into the police station, cried and talked some inaudible nonsense to the front desk, and then was directed to go to the stairs to go to the second floor to call the homicide team. .

But just a few steps away from the reception counter, a gunshot rang out, her head exploded on the spot, and she fell to the ground.

In a few breaths, he changed from the appearance of an old lady to a puddle of mud. This was his original appearance after death.

Su Ming didn't know the old lady, and neither did Gordon, but he had the authority of the director and could check the police database.

The conclusion was that he was a lonely old man who lived on Lexing Street and had three sons. All of them had been dead for decades. It should be a tragedy from the gang era.

"It's fake. Don't look. There are no clues about the old lady. You can send the police to her house soon. There is a high probability that the person is gone." Su Ming tapped the inside of his left forearm and said to himself. Said: "Adjutant, contact the Hall of Justice."

The communication was immediately connected. The person on duty today was Ron. He was a little surprised to see Deathstroke. Apparently he didn't expect that this man had returned to Earth 0 and was with Gotham's police chief.

"Slade, what's the matter?" Martian Manhunter smiled. After Darkseid's death, the earth seems to be much calmer. He is very leisurely tonight: "Or Arthur and the others have caused trouble on your earth. What trouble."

"They stole a tiger, but it's not a big problem. I bought it." Su Ming also smiled and answered the green alien, and then went straight to the point: "Is Clayface in the Hall of Justice now?"

Ron En was stunned for a moment, obviously not believing that his friends were stealing tigers, but he quickly came to his senses, raised his hand and pressed his temples, and then nodded:

"He is here. I can feel his brain waves. He is playing game console with Shazam in his dormitory. Are you looking for him?"

"Nothing, I just came to Gotham to play. I suddenly remembered that there is such a famous person, so I asked." Su Ming glanced at Director Gordon beside him. The old man had obviously understood something, and then continued to ask: "Clayface His real name is Basso Carlo, right?”

"Yes, your information is completely correct. Do you really don't need me to notify him to come to the control room and communicate with you face to face?"

Ron's red eyes stared at the screen, obviously suspicious.

Deathstroke just smiled and shook his head. The identity of Martian Manhunter has been proven. If it is a fake, there is a high probability that he will not know that some members of Zhenglian are on vacation on 40k Earth, so what Ron said now is credible.

It's only right that the real Clayface didn't leave the Hall of Justice. After all, he didn't have a home at all. He was living in the sewers when he returned to Gotham. Unless Batman asked him for help, he had no reason to return to Gotham.

So, it has been determined that the headless body that died in the police station lobby is a fake.

"That's fine. Let's do this for now. I'm going to go out to play golf with Director Gordon, so I'll hang up now."

Su Ming, who knew the answer, smiled and waved his hand to Ron En, then suddenly had an idea and asked the adjutant to cut off the communication.

"Huh? Do you want to play luminous golf at night? Slade, you..."

Before Ron could finish speaking, the communication projection was cut off. The deputy only listened to the sergeant's orders and hung up as he was told.

"Very good, Martian Manhunter should use his psychic ability to contact Batman, who will come to the police station to find you soon, and it is guaranteed to be genuine."

Su Ming knew that Ron must have fallen into the trap. He took out a cigarette and refilled it for Gordon. He also took one in his mouth and smoked:

"You already understand the situation, right? Now the Justice League may have to face an unknown group of skinchangers. With your forty years of experience in law enforcement in Gotham, you should know what to do. I will take the orangutan and go first. Yes, time is precious.”

"I understand, do you have anything to tell Batman?"

The director nodded, he probably understood, the Justice League needed help.

"Tell him that Deathstroke suggested that he go test someone he knows, that's it. I have to follow the clues, I don't have the time." With that said, Su Ming turned around and walked out of the room, and disappeared in the corridor in the blink of an eye.

His figure seemed to flash, appearing in several locations more than ten meters apart, and then disappeared.

Gordon took a puff of his cigarette silently, but Batman just quietly left behind him. Deathstroke, on the other hand, left in front of him without saying goodbye.

But it seems that I am not as depressed as before. At least Deathstroke gave me some explanations, right?

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Bobo found the murderous warhead. In the flowerpot next to the reception desk, there was a somewhat deformed steel core armor-piercing bullet, 7.62 caliber, which should have been fired from a rifle.

This kind of bullet has no traceability value in the rotten streets of Gotham, and there should be no chance of finding traces left by a shooting point on a rooftop somewhere outside on a rainy day.

In addition, the person who killed this impostor may be one of our own people, and our own people are not in a hurry to investigate.

"Let's go. The deceased's identity was also false when he entered the police station."

Su Ming picked up Bobo and put it on his shoulders, walked among the many wax statue-like police officers, opened the door, felt the wind and rain outside, stood at the door and looked at the street lamp where the Riddler once hung, and suddenly laughed Got:

"Let's find a place to drink some coffee first. We may have to stay up late tonight."

"Are you going to use a fake identity again?" Bobo took a sip from his pipe and puffed out some smoke from his nostrils: "Indeed, I have begun to feel that my brain needs caffeine."

Chameleons, or 'shapechangers' as Gotham police call them, are the most difficult cases to investigate, because criminals of this type are often clever liars with all kinds of counter-detection capabilities.

The door of the police station was released, and it opened and closed with the spring on the hinge. The police officers found that they could move, so a group of people tried to secretly see where the death knell was, but there was nothing on the street, only endless The night rain outlines cone-shaped light pillars under the illumination of street lamps.

The place to drink tea is the clock tower, which is Barbara's base. It is not too far from the police station and can be easily reached in one second.

Entering the building from the ceiling, there is no one here. Batgirl and the Birds of Prey seem not to be on duty tonight, or they may have moved to a new base.

However, coming here was just for Bobo to find a place to keep out the rain. Not only is his hair weak to fire, but he is also weak to water. The orangutan is now like a drowned rat.

Because the death knell flew so fast, the rain was almost relatively still in the air. The waves were equivalent to creating a monkey-shaped passage from the police station to the bell tower in the raindrops suspended in mid-air.

Pulling off the white cloth covering the oil painting, he threw it to Bobo so that he could wipe himself. Su Ming sat on the table beside him and slowly put out his cigarette:

"Adjutant, contact Luther. I have something to ask him."

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