The Death Knell

The poor cockroach went back to the sink, took a bite of sugar and another bite of lemon peel, probably recalling the scenery of his youth in the sweet and sour way?

Su Ming was too lazy to investigate. After all, it was just a cockroach.

But the last prediction made by the insect has an obvious meaning, that is, the earth is still facing a doomsday crisis. No matter what the enemy is next, there is still a great threat.

Of course, Su Ming could choose to retreat, but he didn't want to give up in this dark field.

In addition to the bizarre and crazy twisted Dark Tower multiverse, the DC multiverse 1 has the most abundant dark energy. At least compared to the Marvel 40K universe, it is not at the same order of magnitude.

"Tsk, tsk." The orangutan holding the pipe made a sound. He looked at the death knell: "Now that the matter is almost understood, what are you going to do next?"

"There is a difference between the origin that wants something from us, but the things it has that only have pure malice toward us, and there may be room for action."

The smiling Su Ming finished his glass of wine, grabbed a handful of peanuts from the bar, strangled them and ate them, then stood up and prepared to set off:

"We will definitely face another crisis, but at least it's not today. I'm going to deal with the world I took over yesterday and then move around."

"Okay, but speaking of it, I help you every time, haven't you ever thought of giving me a little help?" The orangutan stood up, wiped his hands with the towel on his shoulder, and sighed: "It's too much business. Okay, you can pour me a drink and run around the hall."

I don't know if it's because of the changes in the astrology and tides, but people on the magic side seem to be quite relaxed recently, and more people come to the bar to drink.

Although with the help of magic, there is no need to run around delivering drinks, but Tracy is still very busy at the bar making drinks and paying the bill. After all, in terms of physical labor, the orangutan can only do a quarter of the human labor.

His arms are short, his legs are short, and although he has a quick mind, it is not an advantage at all when it comes to working in a bar.

"You told me earlier." Su Ming rubbed the orangutan's head and raised his hand to press his ear: "Adjutant, send ten servo-type bionic robots over and pre-load the "Bar Operations Encyclopedia"."

As soon as the blue light flashed, ten people appeared out of thin air at the bar. These androids immediately got into working mode and began to skillfully mix drinks, load snacks, cashiers, clean, and even squeezed the confused Tracy. Got out.

Opening a bar seems to be the specialty of the androids. After all, Su Ming has his own bar. Contracia is also mainly in the entertainment industry. Drinks are relatively common here, so naturally there is no situation where he cannot take over. .

Ten low-level androids, which together cost about 300 US dollars, were given to Bobo. He had a hard time in the past. After completing the task, he had to go back to the bar to busy himself. It was really pitiful.

Now with the help of the bionic man, he can go to the side and lie down to rest. This is called being a boss, unlike in the past when he had to work part-time as a bartender, security guard, cashier, waiter, and cleaner.

The Gothic girl scratched her head and walked over. She looked back as she walked:

"Boss, is this your new hire? He's really terrifyingly capable."

Although the smiles on these people's faces seemed fake, they were really fast at work. At first glance, they looked like old people who had been working in bars for thirty years.

"No, it's the android that Deathstroke gave me. You can think of it as a kind of robot." Bobo's little head raised. Even though it was Deathstroke's thing and not invented by the orangutan, he felt very proud.

After all, no one else had received a gift of androids. Deathstroke gave him ten at a time. It didn't matter how much they were worth. This meant that they had a good relationship.

“Cool~~~”

The girl looked at Deathstroke with admiration. Of course, she was still Harley's fan girl, and the one she admired most was still the little jelly beans.

"Okay, in this way, as long as the business scale is not expanded, the manpower will definitely be enough."

While talking, Su Ming looked at the bar again. The Forgotten Tavern in the pocket space actually has room for expansion, but it requires a professional sorcerer to operate it, and it needs to be very strong. Bobo and Teresa have no chance:

"If you two have nothing to do, you can go to Hawaii for vacation. August there is a good surfing season. I will go first."

After saying that, Deathstroke turned around and disappeared. Unlike before where there were light and shadow effects, this time he really disappeared silently, more like a ghost.

"Boss, are we going on vacation?" The girl stared at her boss orangutan with starry eyes.

"If your father agrees." Bobo knocked his pipe on his knees and jumped off the bar: "You can contact him. I will go to the back hall to sleep for a while. The death knell is right. Maybe he will ask again after a while. I'm busy, alas, orangutan, I just have to work hard."

"Bang! Click!"

After breaking the target's spine with one punch, Batman stopped with satisfaction, stepped over the wailing gangster, and walked towards the woman who was robbed.

He picked up the handbag on the side, handed it to the other party, and said in a hoarse and sinister voice:

"Don't go down this alley again."

The other party originally wanted to thank him, but the feeling of bats was too dark. The woman took the handbag back and ran away, as if she was afraid that she would be eaten by a bat if she was too late.

Of course, Batman doesn't need any thanks at all for this kind of thing. Being able to patrol Gotham and play with his figures is the best compliment to himself.

He finds pleasure in battling wits with lunatics, venting his hidden rage on enemies who stand in his way, and inflicting unforgettable fear on criminals.

He knows that he is sick and mentally ill, but he does not intend to change because this is the only way to play the game in this city.

After sizing up the fallen street villains around him and making sure that they were all at least high-level paraplegics, the expressionless Batman shot the hook lock into the sky, and with the high-frequency buzzing sound when retracting the line, he flew towards Sky.

The cloak can help him glide short distances, but he doesn't like flying very much, because as an ordinary human, his dynamic vision is far inferior to those with super powers such as Superman or The Flash. He prefers to find a rooftop of a tall building to squat down and slowly admire himself. city ​​of.

Dark, crazy, chaotic, depraved, these words are not appropriate enough for Gotham. It is complex and fascinating.

At least that's what Batman thinks. There's no place in the universe like home, and Gotham is his warm home.

Arriving in the rain on the roof of Wayne Tower and crouching on the gargoyle in one corner, Bat looked at the sea of ​​neon lights below to make sure everything was back to normal from the previous blackout.

"My dear bat, are you looking for me? Huh? Hahahahaha!"

At this moment, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from behind, trying to cover his eyes, and a familiar laughter sounded in his ears.