The Death Knell

On the way forward, another wave of men in black fell in front of the two people. Wei Ke expressed that she was very satisfied with this. If possible, she would like to expand this news into a documentary.

She had already thought of a name, and it was called Death Knell on the Tip of the Knife.

With the dazzling pictures in front of her and her professional narration, she felt that she would definitely become popular. She had already thought of her lines, such as:

"When the first ray of moonlight in early spring shone on the land of Gotham, the man in black and yellow armor took a sharply sharpened knife and set out from home. She crossed the road full of corpses and came to another place full of corpses. It is a play in the world of blood. This is an ancient custom of a killer, and it is also the way of life that Deathstroke relies on for entertainment..."

"The corpse is undoubtedly the joint crystallization of biology and the great killer. The tacit cooperation between the body and the blade makes the warm and passionate internal organs burst out in an instant and then shatter, leaving only a simple aroma and an empty body... ."

"Spring has come, and Deathstroke in Gotham has hacked hundreds of people to death; Black Arrow in the south chooses to use bows and arrows; Death Shooter not far away prefers sniper rifles; Ms. Siwa in the east chooses to use her own With both hands, killers from different regions have their own strengths..."

Watching Su Ming and Cindy's smooth killing skills among the crowd, she deeply understood the aesthetics of blood and violence. The blood stains on the walls gradually became like paintings with their own will in her eyes.

Every line of blood, every patch of red dampness, and every fragment of internal organs seemed to be expressing something, something coming from a higher level of spirit and thought.

If Su Ming knew about this idea, he would definitely give her a white dove and encourage her to become a director and make movies.

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The enemy is now powerless, and the two death knells have completely destroyed their will to fight.

In fact, for Su Ming, there is not much difference whether they are hundreds of people rushing up at once, or dozens and dozens of people adding fuel little by little. The number of ordinary people is just a trivial issue.

Even in the various calculations in his mind, the number of these gangsters did not constitute a variable. There was only one constant in his mind, 'the forward speed when facing a group of ordinary enemies'.

No matter how many people there are on the other side or what kind of weapons they have in their hands, Deathstroke's forward speed is there and cannot be stopped.

After finally wiping out the last group of enemies, they came to two huge doors. The doors were so beautifully repaired that they looked like they had been removed from a high-end hotel. Opening the door, there was a study-like hall inside. The fireplace was still burning, but there was no one inside.

The room smelled of cigars and alcohol. It was obviously Falcone who entertained Gordon, and it was unknown what was discussed between the two.

"It's three people. There are three people and a cat in the house." Cindy said, picking up a long black hair from the sofa with the tip of a knife. Blood dripped into the gap between the armrests of the sofa, stained with a few Long white hairs.

"Why a cat?" Vico asked, wanting to analyze the next victim's story from more aspects.

Su Ming paused for a moment. Although he had a headache, he still noticed something was wrong when he entered the room just now.

He sat on the sofa with a smile, took off his helmet, dug out two teacups, poured out the tea from the teapot and tasted it. He concluded that it was very ordinary. The tea that foreigners drink does not taste like that. This tea The origin may be South Asia, and it feels a bit like curry.

The water was still warm. Not long after they left, he did not rush to chase him. Instead, he calmly answered Wei Ke:

"Because the cat is a predator, even if it has been a human pet for thousands of years, it still has a series of feline characteristics such as secret observation, decisive attack, and silent killing, which is in line with the gang's positioning of itself."

Cindy agreed with his point of view. She sat next to Su Ming and also drank tea. Unlike him, she expressed satisfaction with the tea: "Dogs can't do it. Dogs are pursuers. Canines are cruel and ferocious, noisy and Crazy and moving in groups. Only the speedsters like it to show their power. When he reaches the level of the Romans, he needs to show more gentleness."

Su Ming glanced at Cindy with some disgust. She could drink such unpleasant tea. He no longer looked at her savoring the tea: "So we judge that this is a cat. You don't think it's legal." A gangster like Ercone would hug a rabbit or goat every day, right?"

Even in a feminist world, gangsters wouldn't embrace that. Herbivores are incompatible with gangsters.

Wei Ke recorded it with emotion, and gained a new understanding of gangster psychology, but he was a little confused about the two people suddenly sitting on the sofa to drink tea.

"Why did you stop suddenly? There should be a secret passage or something in this room. Don't you need to look for it?"

She asked the two of them doubtfully. Su Ming pushed the teapot to Cindy, picked up the wine bottle, changed a cup, poured a full cup, and drank it all.

"You only noticed that we found hair and cat hair, but you didn't pay attention to how we found it, right?"

"Um?"

"Because when we came in, the hair and cat hair were shaking on the sofa, like seaweed. The armor on our bodies will not cause this kind of reaction, and neither will the equipment on your body. We usually treat this What is this phenomenon called? Cindy?" Su Ming took out the knife from his back and put it on the table.

"Large-scale static electricity." Cindy also made a similar move, but she put the knife on her leg.

Su Ming nodded and looked around the whole room with a smile. The fireplace could only illuminate a small area, and more parts of the room were dark.

"Generally static electricity is caused by friction, but if you are fast enough, the human body's magnetic field cutting the earth's magnetic field will have a similar effect."

"Yes." Cindy raised her pistol and pointed to another corner of the room, where there was nothing but darkness: "I have actually been thinking about the reason for her disappearance, because Batgirl has never been a person who escapes. When she knew She will not hide when she is in danger, like a paranoid, she will choose to face her enemies."

Su Ming glanced at her, but didn't make any defensive moves: "As long as a person passes by, he will definitely leave traces, but Batgirl didn't, which made me make a guess...given that I know a lot of information, and I have made many guesses. Until now, the moment I saw static electricity, I understood how bats could not be discovered by anyone without hiding."

Before entering the institute, he and Cindy exchanged some views on the issue of the multiverse in a small supermarket. She felt that since Su Ming could reach Earth minus 11 from the parallel world, other people should be able to as well.

This sentence reminded him that the multiverse is a whole, and what he can do unintentionally can of course be done by others if they intend to.

The room was quiet, as if he was talking to the air. The camera looked at every corner, but there was no trace of Batgirl, not even the angle Cindy was pointing her gun at.

"It's a good ability to move at high speed so that you can't be seen by others. But Barry, the world is in danger, are you sure you want to go to war with the two Deathstrokes at this time?" Su Ming sighed and motioned to Cindy to put down the gun. He poured another glass of wine and put it on the table: "We have a lot of explosives. In such a small space, there are very few routes you can choose, and my knife will be waiting for you on your trajectory."

He stood up, opened the pillow he had taken, took out the feathers and scattered them into the sky. Although it was very subtle, he could still see that the feathers were spinning faster as they fell, as if they were being pulled by something. .

"Since you came after me as I thought, but you just hid without taking action first, I judge that you have good intentions. So are you going to come out and have a drink with me? Or are you going to be stabbed like your nephew?"