The Death Knell

Maomao found that Deathstroke had been staring at the monument for a long time, but there was no expression on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking.

The smell of some food wafted in the air, which made the place feel a bit like the earth. This also made the cat quickly lose patience. It climbed up the legs again to the arms of the death knell, stretched out its soft front The claw pointed in a direction:

"Over there, Slade, I want to eat something over there."

"Well, it smells like stewed meat. Are you sure you want to eat offal?" Su Ming came to his senses. He reached out and touched the base of the bronze statue, then walked over there with the cat in his arms: "I thought your diet The habits will be closer to American style.”

"No, I'm a cat. Of course, what I eat depends on my mood." The cat closed its eyes again and sniffed its moist little nose a few times: "Many cat owners don't understand. It's not about what they can give the cat. , but it depends on what the cat wants.”

"You guys sound like women, haha." After touching the cat's head, Death Knell arrived in front of a restaurant in an instant. I have to say that the first phase of the colonial project had just been completed, and the restaurants were all open. This is really popular with the people. Food is the most important thing in the Chinese style.

Although the time is probably not the right time for breakfast, it is not a big problem. Two bowls of braised pork and a few braised dishes are served. One person and one cat start the eating process.

Because there was such an item in the previous cooperation agreement, the use of credit points has been popularized here, which is much more convenient. Even the steps of scanning the QR code to pay in the past are omitted, and person-to-person transfers can be made with just thoughts.

"Huhu." The cat purred happily. It lay on the table and ate the intestines in the bowl. No one came to stop it, saying that pets cannot eat on the table.

Su Ming was also very satisfied with this meal. After all, he hadn't eaten this kind of food for a long time. It was troublesome to deal with offal, but it still tasted good when eaten ready-made.

"Sheriff." The deputy's voice suddenly came to her ears. Her profile picture popped up with a smile on her face. It was obviously good news to report, and there were no tricks to titillate her. She went straight to the point and said, "Franklin caught that mouse." ”

"Oh? Xiao Fu is pretty good." Su Ming stuffed a piece of fire soaked in soup into his mouth and wiped his mouth with his palm: "In just one day, he has already figured out and cracked the opponent's escape method?"

"Although he is a little younger, he is a true genius, or one of the most threatening creatures in the current universe." The adjutant nodded with a smile, and looked at the large bowl in front of the man and the cat. : "Are you going to join Xiao Fu in the beyond realm now? Or are you going to finish this meal?"

The adjutant had never eaten braised food. The food Deathstroke took her to the night market before were mostly southern dishes because they were in Xiangjiang in the world of "Pacific Rim".

This kind of heavy sauce and heavy salt food does not seem suitable for cats to eat, but since A Thousand Cats Dream is essentially a dream, anything can be eaten in the dream.

"There's no need to worry if someone catches it." Su Ming thought for a moment, then picked up the chopsticks and continued to scratch in his bowl: "First, notify the Scarlet Witch and Monaco to come over and add a few layers of magic seals to the thing. Wait. I’ll go over to interrogate you when I’m done.”

"Okay, I'll pass on the order right now." The adjutant nodded and glanced at Lu Zui again before the projection turned into a line of light and disappeared.

There were other guests dining in the restaurant, but those dining here were all agents. The people who opened the restaurant should be family members of the Spear Bureau agents. Everyone knew Deathstroke, so naturally no one asked any questions.

It was nothing more than craning his neck to take a look curiously, and then continuing to lower his head to eat.

"Awesome, meow, someone under your command can actually catch a creature like the recorder. It's like catching a specific drop of water in the ocean."

The cat eating the braised pork lung slices raised its face, licked its lips with its pink tongue, and gave the death knell a thumbs up with one of its front paws:

"Unless that thing fell into a dream, it would be difficult for us to catch it. I thought you would have to do it yourself in the end."

Speaking of this, Dream of a Thousand Cats has a better say.

In the past, the Recorder wandered around in DC's hyper-time stream, and liked to ask questions to others without any explanation. If the person being asked did not answer it, he would probably encounter misfortune.

The strange big book in its hand looks like the one in the suitcase. It is very weird and has a lot of strange and powerful abilities. It can be used as a weapon or as armor. As long as the book is in hand, the past will be over. Even the members of the Endless Family found it difficult to do anything against that guy.

Of course, the recorder didn't take the initiative to provoke them, but it was inevitable that they would find some humans who were favored by the Endless Family, so the unhappiness still existed.

"This idea of ​​yours is very wrong, Comrade Kitty." Touching the cat's head, pinching the ears and rubbing them between his fingers, Deathstroke also picked two pieces of large intestine for Strangler to eat: "Don't underestimate the world's heroes, there are always some people who will Those who are better than me in some aspects are objective facts.”

As the old saying goes, it is important for people to know themselves. Su Ming does not follow the path of transcendence. He never requires himself to be proficient in everything or to be better than everyone else. He only concentrates on walking his own path.

Once you start comparing, there will be no end. Sooner or later, you will drive yourself crazy, or you will get into trouble and think like Luther, "Human beings have limits, I won't be a human anymore!" ’ idea.

"Whatever you say, even if you want to be humble, you don't have to say this to a kitten like me."

The squinting little flower lowered her head and continued to eat, her little tail swaying from side to side and making a soft and cute sound:

"But since you often feed me good food, I want to remind you that the full name of the Recorder is the 'Recorder of the Origin'. He is not a person from the Court of Origin, but more like a weak brother of that person. Unless you It is really determined to get involved in the high-level fight between 'those three', otherwise it is best not to kill it, meow."

The three people mentioned here are the trinity of God, Origin, and Taixu. They cooperate and compete with each other. It is because of the stability of the triangle that they build the balance of the DC system.

The court and the judge constitute a violent judicial institution, but the recorder is more like a reporter who occasionally participates in the trial and listens to some news.

"I know, but it comes running around in my universe during a very sensitive time. I have to ask why." Su Ming pinched the cigarette butt and put it away, holding his chin to watch the cat and the symbiote eating: "Not necessarily Kill it, but imprison it for a while, and then let the strangle eat some of its brains, that should be okay, right?"

"The premise is that it must have an organ like a brain. I wonder if you have noticed that those guys from the origin lineage are basically energy bodies. They are not flesh and blood creatures in the conventional sense."

It can be said that it was very considerate. The cat gave more information. Although its expression was quite arrogant, it also ate much faster.