The Death Knell

Is Superman stupid? Not at all, no matter what Deathstroke planned to do, he would stop it.

He immediately hooked Deathstroke's neck with his backhand.

Well, now that neither of them could move and the men were running away, time was on his side.

As long as the stalemate lasts for tens of seconds, these people will be able to run away.

Based on his knowledge of Deathstroke, it was impossible for the mercenary to search through the town to find everyone and kill them without any benefit.

But Su Ming's method was not something he could guess based on common sense.

The two people hugging each other stood there and saw countless fireballs suddenly appearing behind those people. One by one, all the protesters were beaten into ashes.

The slogans that insulted Zhenglian also fell to the ground and slowly burned in the flames.

Clark's eyes almost popped out of his head. He couldn't understand what was going on.

Superman's knowledge of magic is almost zero, and Su Ming naturally won't explain it to him. Even Batman doesn't know the terms of his secret talks with the Upside Down.

Is the big fireball that Su Ming got from the Upside Down really a decoration?

No, after fusing the Eye of Ra to the helmet eyepiece, he can see many things under the sun, and his extraordinary brain allows him to handle hundreds of targets at the same time.

Isn't it just to ask the Upside Down for the Fireball spell and let it bypass him to cast the spell on the target, just to form a combo?

With this combination, even if Su Ming sees Luther drinking coffee with his friends in the North Pole, he can still mark the target and send them up to the sky with a bunch of large fireballs that appear across space.

Su Ming can get any spell from the Upside Down Man. Even if it doesn't exist originally, the Upside Down Man can create it. It is magic itself.

Ma Yinglong's acid arrows and Goodbye's flying palms were all fine, but Su Ming still chose the fireball.

Kill enemies, destroy corpses, and fake accidents... all in an instant. Fireball is a hero in the evocation system.

What? You said Deathstroke killed someone? Nonsense, it was obvious that the natural gas pipeline in that man's house exploded, and he 'happened' to be the target of the death knell.

Sometimes killing requires leaving evidence in order to obtain a commission.

But sometimes, things have to be done quietly and make everything look like an accident.

That's it for now.

"Look, this is divine punishment! God is on my side and He has sent down the fire of wrath!"

Su Ming immediately unleashed his acting skills, talking enthusiastically about Superman, spitting foam and stars as if he had rabies.

Be as fanatical as you want, just like if you say something bad about God, I will kill your whole family.

Anyway, in Europe and the United States, God can take the blame for everything. You don’t have to believe it, but you can’t speak out and question other people’s beliefs.

Superman felt toothache for the first time, and he always felt that it was all related to Deathstroke.

But as he said before, there is no evidence...

Deathstroke hugged himself tightly. He didn't even say any spells or gestures, and those people were burned to death by fire.

It is almost common knowledge in the Bible that fire and floods have always represented the wrath of God.

Superman is confused...

This was the first time he tried to save someone but failed. He didn't know what to do...

"Let me go! I'm going to church to pray to God!"

Su Ming let go of Superman and patted Superman's arm, asking him to remove the strong arm from Su Ming's neck.

If you want to hug your own wife.

Superman sighed slowly, his expression full of pain and his voice full of trembling: "You killed them."

"Don't talk nonsense. I don't have one. I have witnesses." Su Ming turned around and asked him to look behind him: "Haley and Ivy both saw it. You and I have been standing together. It was God who killed those people."

Harley jumped down the gangway, her little head nodding: "That's right, Superman, you can't frame me if you want to frame me, haha, unless... you give me some benefit, I can perjury .”

Superman let go of his hand. He heard everything Harley said. He didn't need any perjury, let alone bribed witnesses.

What was happening in front of him was beyond comprehension, but he had no time to dwell on Deathstroke. There were more people in the world who needed to be rescued.

However, the world has become unfamiliar to him recently.

Superman sighed and flew away.

Su Ming put on his helmet and let out a chuckle.

He achieved his goal without leaving any evidence, and he also deterred everyone else.

If there are Luthor's spies again, they should think carefully before acting.

As for whether they are spies or not, who cares? In the current situation on Earth, if someone was killed wrongly, he would not let it go. Su Ming believed in his own reasoning more than any investigation results.

He walked towards Bobo at the edge of the playground, where the orangutan had been watching for a while.

"Go to church to pray?"

Bobo threw away the cigarette butt in his mouth and asked Su Ming a question with a strange expression.

Others don't know what's going on, how can Bobo not understand? He had already suspected that Deathstroke would become an agent of the Upside Down.

But he just didn't say it. After today, he planned to keep this matter in his stomach.

He is a bar owner, and his customers are all wizards, and Deathstroke is now an agent of the concept of magic. This is such a powerful force that the black hairs all over his body stand up when he thinks about it.

If Batman knew what 'magic' stood for, he would never be able to sleep.

Su Ming shook hands with him and let out a strange laugh: "Yes, devout believers need his church... So, Mr. Bishop, do you still have the blood of God in your church? Drinking it can make people faint. The dizzy kind?"

Bobo shook his head in amusement. Deathstroke even made fun of God. He was completely unscrupulous.

But now God is really gone.

"Okay, yellow and black lost lambs are rare, but anyone can drink the 'Blood of God' as long as they have money. Come with me."

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He led the three of them to turn left and right, walked into the alley, and after opening an inconspicuous door, they came to the Forgotten Bar again.

I've been coming here so frequently recently that Su Ming even wanted to use this place as his base.

But since there is Circe in Luther's camp, this place is not particularly safe. That woman has lived for thousands of years, and she knows many ways to get to the Forgotten Bar.

If it's just to avoid flooding, all magic planes will do.

But at this time, it was already known that Luther and the others were behind it, and the Forgotten Bar, Maia, Limbo, the Land of Dreams and Hell were no longer safe.

Only the ‘dead’ kingdom of the dead is safe.

But the task entrusted to Su Ming by Death has made no progress at all. Su Ming can't explain it to her, and naturally he won't go to her side.

I can’t live with my face.

"Oh! It's Harley Quinn! The real Harley!"

Once inside, Tracy screamed and ran back to the room behind the bar.

Su Ming looked at Harley with some doubts, and Harley didn't know why either.

She has never interacted with the wizarding world, this is definitely her first time here, and she doesn't know this little girl.

But it's possible that Harley killed her parents before.

So Harley just smiled and leaned on Ivy's body as if she had no bones.

But soon Tracy ran out and took out a large box from the room. Inside was a large photo of Harley and various peripherals.

There are Harley Quinn bobblehead dolls, Harley Quinn dress-up dolls, Dr. Quinzel snow globes, a 1:1 scale solid wood sledgehammer, and several sets of Harley uniforms and tights from various periods.

The corner of Su Ming's mouth twitched. It turned out that the goth girl Tracy was Harley's little crush?

Although Halle does have the potential to be a teenage idol...

She is maverick, acts wantonly, and dares to love and hate. It is understandable that rebellious girls use her as their idol.

But who makes Harley merchandise?

Her current red and white T-shirt and sequined shorts do look good, but not everyone can wear them.

Deadpool also has many fans. He has sold his own peripherals, and even sold his "original uniform" when money was tight.

Once he found that his uniform had been bought online by an enthusiastic fan, who had bought 300 of his old uniforms, so he went to the fan's home to make friends.

It turned out that his fan was a fat man weighing more than 300 kilograms. He claimed that he had not taken a bath in thirty years and hated bathing even more than Deadpool.

He warmly welcomed Deadpool, hugged him, and said that Deadpool was his idol.

The fat meat overflowed from the old bullet holes in the uniform like a sausage. There were still a lot of black hairs on the flesh, and the fleas and bed bugs on his body instantly crawled all over Deadpool's face.

Then Deadpool vomited…

"Harry, can you give me your autograph? I've always liked you!"

Tracy held the big box and placed it in front of Harley.

Harley looked at Poison Ivy and raised her chin as if to show off.

She took out a photo of herself from the box. It was how she looked when she was in Gotham. She was wearing an old red and black uniform and looked very young.

Of course, it was a staged photo. She remembered that she found a reporter when she was fleeing the scene after committing a crime, so she stayed here and posed for the reporter to take pictures.

Just for taking pictures, she was caught by Batman.

However, Harley is very satisfied with Tracy's collection, because it only contains her related items and does not include the clown.

Tracy is her true fan, not the so-called cp fans.

"Of course, cutie, I can give you an autograph, but can you give me the hammer? I need a handy weapon to save the world."

Hallie generously picked up the signature pen and began to sign the photo, leaving a lip print while pointing at the sledgehammer with a smile.

A wooden hammer, stained with blood, but much better than the concrete block she had now.

"Ah, of course, this is your weapon."

Tracy handed the hammer directly to Harley, her eyes now filled with excitement to see her idol.

Not to mention that Harley wanted a hammer, even if it meant her life, she would give it to him, she was so fanatical.

Harley was obviously frightened by the other party's fanaticism. None of her own Harley gang had such enthusiastic fans. She laughed twice and took the hammer.

"Really, this is my 'Dorothy', my God, I can still see her, okay..."

Harley held the hammer and identified it, then happily kissed the hammer several times.

"Wait, you named your hammer 'Dorothy'?" Su Ming complained next to him, giving the weapon an anthropomorphic name. Is this a sign of mental illness?

If Su Ming named his Night Sword Tom and the God Killer Jerry, Batman would definitely think he was crazy.