The Death Knell

The love story of Princess Black Carbon and Prince Asphalt is quite touching when I think about it. Looking at the prince who is suppressed by his many concepts and crawling on the ground like an earthworm, Su Ming is trying his best to remember the last time he met such a licking dog. Man, when was it?

Then an image of Zisha appeared in his mind, making him sigh.

"Yes, there will be no good end for licking a dog." While muttering to himself, Deathstroke stabbed the prince's thigh with the lightsaber again. Accompanied by the rising black smoke and the screams of the enemy, he shook his head. Shaking his head: "I don't know what Thanos is doing now. After killing his own son, he continues to go home and farm?"

At the end of the last action together, Deathstroke left Thanos behind to face off against Thanos, his rebellious son. He didn't watch the outcome of the battle, but according to Zishu's character and his fascination with death, the unlucky kid probably wouldn't survive. Come down.

If Thanos was really merciful and cared about so-called family ties, he wouldn't be called the Mad Titan.

"Yes, Sheriff, do you need to see him?" The deputy's projection popped up, asking for advice enthusiastically.

Her scheduling work has almost been completed, and now she has a lot of leisure time. In addition to continuing to climb the technology tree, she can chat freely.

After gaining a body and humanity, the adjutant also seemed to like secretly observing others, and an old acquaintance with a name like Thanos was the best choice for observing the target.

The Sheriff had also arranged before that if Thanos went to look for the Heart of the Universe, he would be notified as soon as possible.

"Have all the fish that slipped through the net been cleaned up?" Su Ming was not in a hurry to visit the purple rare beast, but asked about the business first. After all, if no one takes care of the seven niggas who missed it, they will be single universe level. The strength can still cause quite a bit of damage.

Now it is a game of chess in the multiverse. If the manpower arranged in the single universe cannot withstand it, other people need to be mobilized as soon as possible to support it.

"All have been solved. The Batman of Earth 0 has captured one alive. So far, Elaine has not missed any more monsters." The silver-haired girl nodded. She obviously became much more relaxed after contacting the Sheriff, and her tone was very serious. Cheerful.

The crown continues to drop niggas and Elaine is down there playing something like 'Fruit Ninja' and now it looks like she's doing pretty well.

"Ah? How did he do it? I won't ask. I don't want his generic answer to come out of your mouth. But what did the Zhenglian do to capture such a prisoner? Did they dissect him for experiments?"

After poking the prince again, Su Ming shook his head. He had a guess mid-sentence. It was definitely not enough to rely solely on the combat power of the bat, but if you add the entire Justice League and some of the small toys in Damian's belt, , such as the fifth-dimensional person in the jar, etc., it is indeed possible to capture the enemy alive.

It's just that a nigger is just a ball of slime and a puff of smoke. There's no value in catching him, right?

"Anyway, I'm sure he won't be here to pick cotton." The adjutant also said a cold joke. She is very good at it now.

Su Ming, who had a funny expression under his black and yellow mask, smiled with satisfaction, pointed at the adjutant with his free finger, shook his head slowly, and gave the prince crawling on the ground a blow with his sword to deflate the air again:

"Okay, just talk about picking cotton. Don't use words like watermelon, fried chicken, farm tools, etc. People will misunderstand you as a racist."

I don't know what the structure of this Asphalt Prince is. It seems to be solid, but when he pokes it, it feels more like a hollow thing. When he pokes it, a jet of black gas will spurt out and it will make a hissing sound.

Ah, yes, this feeling is like stabbing a tire with a knife, even the rhythm that is sluggish at first and then becomes smooth is the same.

"I know, Sheriff, but you really don't, don't you?" The deputy recalled the past history and found that the Sheriff actually didn't have many black friends. He didn't even like Superman, the black president of Earth 23.

After thinking about it, Cyborg and Fury were treated better, but the former seemed more like compensation, because the old Deathstroke on Earth 0 tortured Cyborg too much. As a fellow from another world, the Sheriff, Instead, I felt embarrassed to torment the young man.

"Of course not." Deathstroke immediately denied, shaking his head like a rattle: "I am a human supremacist, and I am very friendly to any creature that I consider to be a human being."

As he spoke, he asked Hangsha to pick up the black meat pieces and taste them to see if they had the taste of wild Africa.

In Deathstroke's impression, the African savannah is always full of life, including antelopes, wildebeests, and giraffes. Their meat tastes very elastic, and the unique taste is completely different from the bears in the mountains and forests.

"Ugh!" The symbiote said that it indeed tasted wild, authentic African taste. Although the Asphalt Prince looked black, it tasted delicious, just like that kind of black stinky tofu.

"Princess! My princess!" The prince on the ground dragged a long black trail of blood and kept crawling forward. He was carrying a huge palm made of many concepts, which seemed to make the black water in his body flow even more. Soon.

This thing actually has some strength. 'Darkness', 'Quantum', 'Origin', and 'Creation'. Su Ming used these four concepts to serve him alone. It was like a big mountain pressing on him, but he still remained the same. Being able to crawl on the ground is probably the power of love?

I understand, but it’s really not recommended to do this in battle. Doesn’t it mean that the princess has left the field of vision? Why do you look like your parents are dead? Lost all fighting spirit?

"This love brain, I really don't find anything good about Princess Heitan. Why does he lick her like this?"

After taking off his mask, Su Ming lit a cigarette and took a long puff of it slowly. However, despite his unbearable tone, he still raised his foot and stepped on Prince Asphalt's head, and said to the adjutant:

"Seeing his despicable look ruined my good mood. Show me a live broadcast of Thanos farming to make me happy."

This was originally the adjutant's suggestion, and she had already prepared it. Now, the planet where Thanos lives in seclusion has various monitoring devices surrounding him throughout the day. His every move, even sleeping, eating and going to the toilet, is monitored. Stare at him.

As for whether he was aware of this surveillance? He should have noticed the adjutant's tendency, but what if he knew it? Living in the 40K universe, could he still be able to change the world?

As long as he is not the Sheriff's opponent for a day, then he has to spend the day obediently, and judging from the way he leads a slow life, I am afraid that he will never be able to surpass the Sheriff in terms of combat effectiveness in this life.