The Death Knell

"No, don't use the symbiote to eat his brain."

Bobo quickly dissuaded him. Even though everyone was scolded by this homeless man, he was clearly a psychopath. There was no need to be familiar with him:

"Shazam is still on the team, don't get too bloody in front of the children."

The clever orangutan thought of a new angle to dissuade Deathstroke, that is, child protection.

"It's okay. I'm not afraid of blood. Can I watch symbiotic aliens eating people up close? Cool~~~"

But Shazam's eyes were wide open, as if he was just waiting to watch the fun. He had never seen a symbiote eating human brains, and he was very curious.

"Don't worry, I'm not hungry today. I'll have a few words with him." Su Ming just used the symbiote to carry the homeless man over. He didn't mean to kill anyone. He just wanted to chat with the local residents here, and the other party His stance and words only aroused his interest.

The homeless man was dragged out of the cardboard hut. Su Ming noticed that the other man's legs were bent at an unnatural angle, as if he was lame. Moreover, hidden by the thick armor and long hair, the homeless man's legs were bent at an unnatural angle. There are so many scars.

"Why do you want the masked vigilante to get out of the city? Do you think I look like a masked vigilante?"

Deathstroke's mask rose, and he took over the strangulation work, holding the homeless man in the air in front of him, and locked his sight with his red one eye.

"Are you...Deathstroke? Are you getting younger?"

Who knew that after seeing the black and yellow mask clearly, the homeless man did not show fear, but instead showed a relaxed expression, as if he had seen an old acquaintance.

Su Ming was sure that he had never seen the wandering old man. In this case, he should be an acquaintance of the old Deathstroke from Earth 0. In this way, he could have a good conversation.

He put the person down and patted the other person's chest:

"You've got the wrong person. I'm Deathstroke from a parallel universe, but that's not entirely wrong. I'm not a superhero either. Now tell me, who are you?"

The tramp's long white hair covered his face tightly, and the coolness brought by the rain made him tremble. However, he still managed to straighten up and replied in a loud voice:

"I am Batman's old rival, Blockbuster! Young man, I don't know what parallel universes mean, but looking at you wearing this armor, you must be the heir to old Slade, right? How is he lately?"

"never heard of that."

Shazam tilted his head and whispered softly. He looked at Donna, but the girl also shook her head.

She didn't remember such a person in Gotham, and the code name was too weird.

But Bobo remembered it. The orangutan stretched its neck and tried to identify it before whispering into Deathstroke's ear:

"Blockbuster was one of Batman's opponents when he first debuted. He was later eliminated by the times. I heard that he was seriously injured in the final battle and his whereabouts are unknown. I didn't expect that he ended up living in Blüdhaven."

Su Ming nodded, indicating that he understood. In fact, he recognized who this person was without Bobo's explanation.

The old man used to be a major villain in Gotham. He was a trendsetter in the past. At the peak of his power, he completely controlled the video rental business in Gotham City. He was running a business of making pornographic films and pirated movie tapes.

This is where his code name comes from. Blockbuster was the largest video rental company in the United States at that time. Almost everyone went to the Blockbuster chain store to rent video tapes to watch at home. He started from scratch and got his name from this.

At least in the era of the Eight Great Families, this person was still doing well.

Until The Dark Knight Rises, as Wayne Enterprises promoted the popularization of the Internet, no one rented video tapes anymore. The collapse of the company named Blockbuster also led to the collapse of all aspects of his business as a person named Blockbuster.

To put it simply, the young Batman fell under the grinding wheels of the times before he even exerted his strength.

The competition in Gotham is so fierce. If a gang boss falls, hyenas and vultures will soon eat his inheritance. The old man's survival is already considered extraordinary.

He just lived a miserable life, and now he stunk like Deadpool.

Su Ming took out some food and a bottle of wine from his pocket, gave the things to the old man, and pulled him to the red and white awning of the cafe window:

"It turns out you are an old-timer. You can eat these things first and tell me why you don't welcome the masked vigilante. Are you still hating Batman?"

"Huhhhh...hh! Me? Hate Batman?"

The old man almost choked to death while he was devouring his food. After hearing the death knell's words, he showed an incredible expression:

"I don't hate him at all. If it weren't for that young man, I might have been killed by Falcone long ago... No, I owe their family money, and there is a greater chance that my life will be worse than death. "

"Then..." the orangutan was curious.

"In this day and age, can even orangutans talk?"

The old man raised his hair in front of his face in a dazed manner, and you could see that one of his eyes was blind, and there seemed to be maggots crawling in the white eyeballs:

"I said to get the masked vigilantes out of Blüdhaven because I don't want this city to become like Gotham. Do you understand what I mean? Masked men are a disease. Everyone is pretending to be someone who shouldn't belong. My own character, or rather, my split personality.”

Su Ming nodded. He took the old man and squatted on the street, watching the rain ripples on the road. At the same time, he used the Force to pull out the maggots from the opponent's eyeballs:

"That makes sense, please continue."

The eyeballs must have been completely dead. The old man didn't even feel what the death knell had done to him. He just lowered his head and ate the beef burger, saying intermittently with a mouth full of butter:

"At first there was only one masked man in the city, but like cockroaches, there are more and more, and the stubborn disease drags the city crazy together. Gotham is hopeless, but Bludhaven can still be saved, I think Dying here, even in an ordinary alley, is better than countless others in Gotham."

"That's a good wish, and it just so happens that you met me today."

Su Ming took off his mask and patted the old man on the shoulder with a smile. He was so thin that he probably wouldn't live for a few more days:

"Let's make a deal. You give me some news about the city and I'll give you a few hundred dollars so you can rent a hotel room, take a shower, and die in a warm bed? How about that?"

"You don't sound like Slade, but more like Batman. Make a deal. No one has made a deal with me in years, so I agree!"

The dirty homeless man agreed without hesitation. He patted the food residue on his hands, took a big gulp of wine, and wiped his mouth with his backhand:

"I know I won't live long. The cancer has already eaten away at me. As long as you can take those young people who used to hang out with Nightwing's brat and leave here as soon as possible, I promise to tell you everything."

The dark mercenary nodded, took out more food and wine, and stood up:

"Very well, wise choice, Flash, come here and pay!"