The Death Knell

Naturally, there were martial arts factions on the front line to deal with it, but in the safe area behind the front line, Harley and the chief were watching other people's paintings.

The person pushing the wheelchair has been replaced by Elastigirl. After all, she cannot participate in the battle. Because she has poor control over her own abilities, she will turn into a puddle of mud when she is nervous, so no one will let her participate in the battle.

At this time, Superboy-Prime and the Nutcracker were in the front row, Raven was responsible for the magic output, and the rest of the Doom Patrol dealt with some fish that slipped through the net. The situation was great.

Even Luther went to the front line with a doorknob. With the blessing of the concept of 'destruction', he performed very well even without wearing a battle armor.

However, the bald man is still dishonest, saying something like, 'I can use a little bit of the power of destruction', but what little he has shown now, and his combat performance is basically on the same level as Sinestro.

This still does not take into account the situation that he is deliberately controlling.

"The concept of the universe is really amazing, Bo." Harley blew a bubble, and after the bubble gum exploded, her pink little tongue quickly rolled the residue back into her mouth: "If I want it too, the little bee should be able to do it too. Can you get it for me? But thinking about it carefully, I don’t think I need to be so good at fighting."

Although she says she wants to become an independent woman in the new era, Harley is not stupid. If she has a man to rely on, she will insist on doing everything by herself. Isn't it like Xiao Dai?

Yes, it sounds tough to do everything by yourself, but when you think about it in the dead of night, it’s too miserable to have to do everything yourself, right?

The driving force for human progress is actually laziness.

Who would work if there was no shortage of money? Who would go hunting when you can eat ready-made food?

As a psychiatrist, Harley is very sober. She will not fight against her own humanity. There is nothing wrong with being pampered.

"Why not?" The chief in the wheelchair looked at Luther flying in the distance with great envy. It can be said that his eyes of envy and hatred were not hidden at all: "If Deathstroke can give me a way to control the rules of the universe, With his authority, I can accept him as a sugar daddy."

After hearing this, Harley almost burst out laughing. The Doom Patrol is really a very humorous team. The best thing for these people who have been discriminated against in the past is to laugh at themselves.

People's feedback on the external environment often shows positive or negative directions, and self-deprecation is often one of the main means to relieve psychological stress.

Not the best way, but at least it's a relatively harmless route.

But looking at the hairline in front of him that has seriously moved up and the wrinkles all over his face, the old man said that he wants to make Little Bee a sugar daddy. This is too outrageous. Who can fall in love with him?

"Stop talking about it, old man. Let's take a look at your appearance in the mirror. No one wants a rich woman." Harley patted the chief's shoulder and poked his head with her finger: "I don't think you actually need any conceptual weapons. You might consider asking Mi Tang to help you get a new pair of legs."

"My condition is not caused by a simple disease, but more like a price or a curse." The chief put away his smile. He leaned on the wheelchair and looked at the sky, his eyes seeming to recall the past: "From the chest down, that part of me His body is already dead, and this cannot be solved by replacing some cyber prosthesis or using magic surgery."

If there was a way to solve it, the chief himself would have done it long ago. He can even perform surgery to change other people's heads. Do you think he can't change his own body?

Things are not that simple.

"Oh? That's it. Forget it, I'll just say it casually. I don't really understand it anyway." Harley continued to spit bubbles. She looked at the executioner's daughter who was painting beside her. At this time, this beautiful woman was painting a cornfield. The golden grains hang on the plants and look beautiful.

Her use of color is very amazing. Even a person like Halle, who can only see art as a busy person, can still feel the joy of harvest and the tranquility brought by nature from the paintings.

Maybe Xiaohong will like this painting? Well, no, it might be just the opposite, because what my best friend pursues is nature. The farmland cultivated by humans and the crops grown may make her feel that humans are enslaving plants.

Thinking of this, Harley smiled even more. Although she and Xiaohong were indeed very close, and it was not an exaggeration to say that they were biological sisters or a couple, she also knew that Xiaohong did have mental problems. She loved plants more than anything else. than anyone else.

"No, why don't you ask me more about what's going on with me, and then I can explain it to you, and then you can help me speak to Deathstroke."

The old man looked like he was choking on his rice, and protested against Harley's unconventional speech:

"I'm more than fifty years older than you. If you want to clear your name and become a superhero in the Zhenglian League, you must at least have some respect for the old and the young, right?"

"Ha, I knew you would say that, but I'm sorry, dear, your news is out of date."

The little lunatic who was shaking his head stuck out his tongue, winked at the old man, and said with a sweet smile:

"I don't want to join the Justice League now, hee hee! Think about it, no matter how you look at it, I'm not the kind of person who can follow the rules, right? The moral requirements of the Justice League are too high, and it's not enough to just not allow casual killing. , I have more than fifty cats on the attic of my house, if I don’t let them kill people, what will they eat?”

It is true that she has changed her mind now. When choosing cat food, she will also choose corpses found or some bad guys with heinous crimes.

But insulting corpses and intentionally killing people are unacceptable to the mainstream values ​​of society. Harley feels that even if she can be promoted to the main league by Batman and Dai, there are too many rules to govern, and she will not be happy.

Life is better now.

"Uh, do you have more than fifty cats? I like cats too, but don't you have more cats than Catwoman?"

The wheelchair-bound Elastigirl is a bit curious, and her beautiful face makes her look like she's only in her twenties, even though she may be the second-oldest member of the Doom Patrol.

"I'm just too soft-hearted. If I meet a little cutie on the street, how could I not pick it up and take it home?"

Harry spread his hands, turned his head and spit out the chewed bubble gum aside, moving his tired tongue at high speed like a poisonous snake spitting out a message:

"They are fluffy, soft, and they can purr. Hehe, oh, they are cute anyway. And you may not know that in our world, cats have a big backstage, and they are the kind that can turn people around with just one thought. Become a super boss of Xiaoyugan.”

"Turning people into... fish?" Elastigirl was a little frightened. She was an ordinary Hollywood actor back then. After joining the patrol, she didn't do much field work. Of course, she wasn't that courageous.

And she seemed to have gone a bit wrong, thinking of the strange scene of human limbs growing on the salted fish, and they were running around in the street.

This is the ridiculous picture Harley sees from the thought bubble above her head.