The Death Knell

"Since you think it's useful, then let's do it." Zorn drank all the wine in the glass and waved to Deathstroke to use his methods: "Bruce's biggest advantage is that he doesn't trust anyone, but this is also his biggest weakness. I You're a better Batman, so I trust you as a person."

"Actually, you don't know me, Zorn. All your knowledge of me comes from Bruce's knowledge of me." Su Ming smiled and touched the black bean sprouts on his shoulder and pressed it back into his body: "For example, I'm just kidding now, symbiotes are good at reading memories, but not good at implanting them."

This is a lie. In fact, Strangler is good at reading, writing and memory, but directly connects the nervous system of the host and Batman through the symbiote? The risk is too great.

Su Ming could not guarantee whether Zorn would have a backup plan, specifically to reversely read the memory when he used strangulation to contact him.

Don't ask Zorn whether or how he can do this, because he is Batman!

And some of my information is not suitable for letting bats know, such as the memories of past lives. Once leaked, I am afraid it will trigger a chain reaction.

"Haha, I know you are joking, because your expression is too serious." Zorn patted Deathstroke's thigh, smiled and turned to look at Maizi, as if he wanted Satan to laugh with him: "You are not that kind of person. A very serious person, especially when it comes to friends.”

Maizi was not familiar with Batman at all, and she didn't want to laugh. Satan was not one of those little devils who hang around in the world trying to exchange for human souls. She didn't need to respond to people's expectations.

"Well, that's probably it, but next I'm going to restore your memory. This is no joke." Su Ming smiled and asked the bartender to add more wine, and then continued to record it in Lucifer's account: "I will use the anti-life equation to control You, then use darkness to show you the truth of the universe and order you to remember things about Superman."

"Are you sure?" Zorn raised his hand and took off his pointed-eared hood, and raised his eyebrows.

"Like all decisions in the past, there are always only two outcomes: success or failure, so we are 50% sure." Su Ming tapped his fingers on the table and asked the adjutant to prepare to launch the anti-life equation. Common carriers such as sound, light and electricity can be used. Passes the anti-life equation, so it is more convenient for the lieutenant to activate this equation.

The adjutant directly projected a row of dark-skinned dancing figures on the table, just like the murals in the Egyptian pyramids. The dance seemed normal at first, but suddenly these figures began to shoot basketballs, and then did something similar Tieshan relies on the action.

"Hahaha, you are so bad, my brother. You clearly promised not to joke, but you ambushed me again." Zorn patted his belly, pointed at the death knell with his finger, and the expression on his face seemed to be saying that someone was naughty: "You changed the concept secretly. That's not how you calculate 50% certainty."

The plan that Deathstroke can tell is at least 90% certain, and the probability of the outcome being good or bad is only 50/50.

"Ah, because I know you can tell that I'm joking, so it's the funniest thing when you expose me." Su Ming also touched Zorn's thigh and motioned for him to get ready: "Now Your muscles are relaxed enough, I’m going to start, maybe your brain will hurt a little.”

"Are you Deadman Brand?" Deadpool looked at the man in red tights in front of him, especially the other person's uniform with large lapels: "Yes, you are a tasteful person, and you like red as much as I do. This is passion Symbol of love, tell me, do you also want to be a passionate red rose?"

"Who is this mentally ill person?" The dead man tilted his mouth and asked the embarrassed man-bat beside him, looking very speechless.

Today, he was busy cleaning in Shangri-La. As a result, Man-Bat brought two strangers over. Before they were introduced, one of them, a weirdo with a brownish-yellow gas all over his body, appeared familiar.

Yes, Brand is dead, and his current form is more like a ghost, but ghosts also have a sense of smell!

It's just different from when I was alive, because I don't have a stomach and don't need to eat, so I won't vomit, but it's still disgusting, okay?

"Don't say it, don't say it." Deadpool stopped Man-Bat from introducing him, and instead posed like a beautiful girl in a sailor uniform, and began to introduce himself: "Say my name, I'll scare you, I'm handsome He’s invincible and loved by everyone, he’s dashing and handsome, he’s a bit bad, he can’t close his legs when he sees a beautiful woman, and he’s severely dehydrated when he plays with her—that’s Wade Wilson!”

He even talked about RAP, but it was not a good bet.

"I don't know you." Brand's eyes turned into dead fish shapes and he complained: "And why do you suddenly speak Chinese? Also, are you used to speaking in a pornographic manner when you meet people?"

"He is Deathstroke's cousin, that, Deathstroke's." Man-Bat covered his forehead, and his brown hair was messed up by him.

"Hiss" The dead man who didn't need to breathe took a breath, his attitude instantly became much better, and he shook hands with Deadpool and Thanos in turn: "It turns out they are his cousins, they are our own people, I liked the joke just now, um, that’s it, is there anything you need me to do?”

As he spoke, he looked at the purple giant who was incompatible with the world. He knew that Deathstroke was a monster. Look at his relatives, what kind of weirdos are they.

"We need your help to find a woman, or a dead woman." Man-Bat didn't know much about the specific situation. He only knew that the two of them were looking for an embodiment of the concept of death, but the process described was more like It was talking about a skeletal female corpse, so he said the same thing to the dead person: "I remember that your ability can quickly find the corpse, isn't it?"

"Ah, it is indeed possible, but it is a special sensing ability, and it also requires the help of my goddess." Brand nodded, this is not too difficult for him: "But my goddess is fighting Hecate I was traumatized at that time, and I have been recuperating recently.”

This so-called goddess is Rama Kushna. Hecate once fought against Diana when she wanted to control Diana and cause trouble.

Not only was he traumatized, he almost died.

Although she is nominally the goddess who controls reincarnation and can even temporarily detain her soul to serve her, she is nothing more than a little sister in front of death.

Her relationship with death is a bit like the relationship between Hela and death. Of course, the two are very different in nature, but there is no problem in understanding it this way.

"Let me meet your goddess, and I'll convince her." Deadpool stepped forward at this time. He slapped his butt and made a sexy snapping sound: "I am particularly good at persuading beauties, or being attracted by beauties. Convince me, let me give it a try anyway, hehe, by the way, Thanos, it may take a few hours for a bed athlete like me to finish, why don't you find a place to sleep for a while?"

"Hmph! Maybe this friend will like my way of handling it better."

Thanos has no intention of waiting, he plans to be tough.

Even if his infinite gems lose their effect in this universe, if he wants to kill all the residents in this city and force the people in front of him to cooperate, he doesn't need gems and gloves.

"No, it's better not to meet." Deadman Brand heard Deadpool's filthy words, and how could he let him see the weak goddess? If it weren't for the fact that Deathstroke couldn't afford to offend him, he should have The one who drove Deadpool out of Shangri-La: "I'll help you. You don't have to ask the goddess. Can't I help you?"