The Death Knell

[网] The background of Lord Marvel, the death knell of the United States, is still good. After receiving the blessing of the old power, the flight speed is faster. When he disappeared in place, the dead waiter was still holding a large gold wine glass in a daze. .

He bowed his head and smelled the contents of the cup, and saw a few maggot-like tentacles dancing wildly in the flesh and blood mixture, and he couldn't help but turn his mouth in disgust.

"It's really a trip as long as you want to go. It's the first time I saw that I was so proactive in sending death." He poured out the blood in the cup, and put the gold cup away as a war trophy: "Luther, it seems to be. My cousin’s plan is coming to an end. Are you going to follow it? It seems unnecessary. This lord is dead."

Luthor, dressed in a purple and green suit, calmly walked in from the door. He began to search for the things in Marvel's bedroom, and calmly replied:

"No, I'm very confident in the death knell, but his plan is still one step faster than mine. Tsk, it's only a few seconds away. Let's just get some good points and we'll break up."

He once felt that the death knell was like a hyena, and Luther, who would only take advantage of the incident, eventually became a hyena.

Recalling that there was a time when Luther was arrogant, never searching for corpses or picking up other people's equipment, let alone ransacking home.

But now, the reality is overwhelming his waist, and it is really the fastest to reap the benefits after killing others, and the methods to become rich and strong are indeed recorded in the criminal law.

But he still has a bottom line. He doesn't want things like gold wine glasses, gold candlesticks, gold shoehorns, and he doesn't lack money. Deadpool will take all those things.

What he wants are magic props, unreadable books, and items with energy.

It just so happened that the two each took what they needed.

"Then you told me about buying a house in Gotham...you see?" Deadpool leaned closer, scratching his **** embarrassedly.

"Relax, my Luther always counts, let alone just a house." The bald head answered very generously, and at the same time he held a luminous trioctahedron in his hand, and stuffed it into the armor storage compartment: "Move whatever you want here, I think there are some valuable hard currency."

"You are such a good person, Lex, next time you fight Superman again, you must remember that my brother and my heart are with you." Deadpool touched Luther's **** with a solemn expression... Slowly licked his lips with his tongue.

Although he might physically stand on Zhenglian's side with his cousin in that situation, Slade could not care that his cousin loved Luthor so much!

Feeling the guilt of the black hand, his bald body shook a bit. Although he had had a lot of dealings with creepy lunatics like the clown, the madness of Deadpool was completely different from the style of dc.

Always rushing to the next three roads, who can stand this?

But who is he? He is Luther, the smartest human on earth, the new human.

No matter how he responds in his heart, he still has to maintain a calm expression, otherwise he would lose to the bat?

"Oh, I know, but Batman is richer, you might be able to touch his crotch." Luther had a trick to make trouble. Anyway, the lunatic was thrown to Batman to play.

Deadpool tilted his mouth, and he began to collect things that seemed valuable, such as the golden statue of Cthulhu:

"He has no money. Catwoman and the Joker played Fairy Jump for him, and ran away the liquidity of the Wayne Group. According to reliable sources, Alfred is now too poor to cook meat dishes, and only gives Batman. Eat grass all the time."

"I know about this, but the thief just stole the egg. The hen who laid the golden egg is still in Bruce's hands, but he can't catch the thief. Note that the person who transferred the Wayne Group money is Bruce's fiancée Se Linna, not Gotham Catwoman."

Luther, who wiped his palms, laughed. The clown's ability to instigate Catwoman is indeed a bit unexpected. That lunatic can really often do some interesting things:

"This is how the Joker plays. Serena can live a reality, Bruce can also live a reality, but bats can't. Batman is Gotham's totem, if he uses his Batman identity to deal with Bruce's former fiancee... ...Then the Joker would win because he made Batman take that step."

The bald-headed tycoon can see clearly that when the clown is not targeting him but others, he has a sense of detachment from the onlooker.

This is not the first time the Joker has played this way, attacking or using people around Batman to try to make Batman lose control. It's an old trick.

From interrupting Barbara's spine, to creating a double-faced man, to killing Jason, a series of behaviors are for the purpose of this game, making Batman out of control.

However, it seems that Batman is very awake, he still abides by the rules he has set, and has not crossed that line.

Perhaps the appearance of the Laughing Bat has become a wake-up call, and Batman is now stricter on himself.

Maybe the clown also understands this, so such bats are more fun.

Listening to the tongue twister, Deadpool's head tilted to the left for a while, and then to the right. He didn't understand what Luther was saying...

Why would someone compete with their uniform identity? Isn't Batman Bruce? Is this mental illness or neurosis?

"So, Batman is still rich?"

He understood this.

"Rich, at least compared to you, he doesn't have to worry about money." Luther clapped his hands, he took everything he could see: "We can evacuate now. Since the action is going well, I invite you You have a drink and go to your earth."

The bald head looked very enthusiastic, and he seemed to be very satisfied.

He was excited when he heard Deadpool drinking, but he still remembered suddenly, or what he recalled under the reminder of the audience:

"Uh, not right now. Wait for a while. My cousin has to say something. I'll come as soon as I go."

After speaking, he took out the plot rationality gem, and disappeared instantly with the transmission belt.

When he disappeared, the smile on Luthor's face disappeared, and his body retched uncontrollably. The time with Deadpool was obviously not as easy as he showed.

But there is something to be done.

Leaning on the wall, walked out of the lord's bedroom, walked through the corridor full of flesh and blood and deformed tentacles, and walked out of the ‘h’ spaceship that fell on the ground.

The technology of this spaceship obviously belonged to another person, but it was useless to Luther.

Looking at the Unclean Doctor who was forgotten by Wade and standing outside the ruins of the spaceship, his bald head beckoned to the rotting giant, wanting to know some information:

"Friends, I am very interested in what you call love, can you introduce me to your gods?"

The face of Strange, who had become a great impure, was swollen because it was full of pus, but this did not affect his innocent smile. He sat down cross-legged, and brought the yellow water face as close to Luther as possible:

"Of course, please let me introduce our benevolent father."

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