The Death Knell

As for what these people plan to do next, Su Ming has no intention of guiding them, because these ‘viable social teams’ of Gotham can only be destructive in the most chaotic situations.

Want to command them in the same way as you command an army? That is impossible. The poor tactical coordination of the street gangsters, the low individual combat effectiveness, and the little thoughts in their respective minds are enough to kick General Sherman who slaughtered the Indians into the coffin board with anger.

Because there is no room for these teams to command, the correct way to use them is to tell the younger brothers who to chop like the big brothers who eat and drink now, and then throw people on the street and it's done.

The power that drives these thugs has never been a sense of honor or righteousness, but greed and madness. To a certain extent, they can actually be regarded as an army of zombies that can shoot and talk.

The only difference is that what the former wants is prominence or venting madness, while the latter wants flesh and blood and human brains.

Seeing the scarecrow leaving the restaurant staggeringly, Su Ming also stood up to say goodbye. A new round of war in Gotham had begun, and what he had to do was to kill Simon Santo under the cover of these people.

Because he suspects that this person may have some connection with Darkside, so the brain needs to be strangled and tasted.

In addition, has the Nakano police officer become the mayor? How did Gordon let such an incomprehensible police officer out of the GCPD building?

Many good police officers in the Gotham Police Department have their own styles of action. Some are focused on drug control, some are focused on banning guns, and some are focused on banning masks, but Nakano is the only one who is ‘abstinent’.

He believes that the police should not have personal desires, because desire is a trap, and if there is desire, there is a possibility of corruption or being used.

That's right, but ordinary humans really can't do this. Who can have no desire? This kind of thing is not only a weakness of human nature, but also a driving force for human progress.

Now he is a step up in his identity and pattern, and he intends to use this standard to demand the whole of Gotham, really...

This city has unique rules of the game. If there is no absolute power, it will be a dead end if you don’t play according to these rules.

But Su Ming is not familiar with this person. If you die, you will die. Even if there is no mayor, Gotham can still continue to operate with the support of the gang and Batman.

"Have you eaten yet? It's unrealistic to expect a meal to eat penguins poorly." Su Ming came to Hallie and picked up Bobo who was eating the same thing. "You love lobster so much, next time I take it. Go eat the lobster man."

"Lobster...human?" The orangutan with a lobster meat ball in his hand stuck out his tongue, his face was full of disgust: "Although I haven't seen anything like a lobster man, it sounds like a smart creature, right? ?"

Are the lobstermen of Azeroth, like the murlocs, considered intelligent creatures? They have spellcasting professions such as shaman and wise man, and they probably have brains.

"A lobster is not a human, Bobo, only a good orangutan like you is a human." The death knell replied and gave the orangutan a smile: "If you look at it from the point of view of a shaman with all things, don't think about it in your life. I have eaten anything."

"Don't worry about what the little orangutan says, dear, do you just tell me that the lobster man is delicious?" Hallie is more concerned about this. She has always opposed trying new things, which makes her always at the forefront of the trend.

Su Ming touched his chin and shrugged: "I haven't tried it either, so I want to experience it with you."

"What! You speak so sweetly, honey." Hallie dropped the lobster tail in her hand, grabbed a napkin on the side and wiped her mouth, then pouted and kissed Su Ming: "Then don't eat it now. If you eat too much late-night snacks, you will get fat. Let's go out and exercise. By the way, do we need to hold the bat? After all, there is such a big movement in Gotham, he should be out."

"No, because the thugs on the street were originally used to attract his attention. If you want to kill Dr. Santo, it is better for me to do it myself." The death knell touched the orangutan's head and looked at his kind eyes. Explained one sentence: "My fighter intuitively told me that the doctor is not a good person, and I really don't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately."

The orangutan shook his head and said that he didn't mind. He is a bar owner who has contact with good people and bad people. What's more, don't you just die? The Dark Justice League is called the Dark because everyone is accustomed to things about dead people.

He was not Barry's little sweetheart, and naturally he didn't need any explanation from the death knell. He just hoped that too many ordinary people would come in.

But obviously this is Gotham, and serious people don't go out in the middle of the night, so there should be no innocent people involved in urban riots at this time.

Do whatever the death knell is.

"I trust your intuition. After all, you are probably the strongest warrior on the planet. But if you want to execute the beheading plan, you must first find out where Dr. Santo is. Did the Batgirl find clues?"

"No, there is a picture of this person on the UU Reading www.uukanshu.com network. It looks a bit like Jobs, but he himself is very suspicious." Su Ming waved his hands to the people present, and acted as if. Leaving here, after all, he is only responsible for providing information to everyone, and does not want to interfere with Gotham's chores: "But it doesn't matter, Ivy is here, let her help find it."

"So I have a mission too?" The Poison Ivy girl touched the leaves in her palm, showing a charming smile: "I can try, but first find a small park or something so that I can get in touch with the plants and the earth. ."

Her abilities are obviously unavailable in the parking lot at the entrance of the Bingshan Restaurant, where there is not even a single grass, only the smooth concrete and asphalt pavement.

The cloak was turned into a flying carpet, and a few people and a monkey immediately went to a street park. It was raining today. The trunk of the tree with the leaves dropped from the extreme cold a few days ago stood alone, cracked by the rain, but still There are a few homeless people living in cardboard boxes here, and that is their comfort zone.

The ground is full of mud, and the public lawn in the garden is pitted like a bald spot, and at this time it has become a quagmire of various sizes.

But the Plant Girl doesn't care about this. She is a woman who wears no clothes or shoes all year round.

She jumped off the flying carpet, opened her arms in the rain, stepped her feet into the mud, and then there were new vines and leaves climbing up her curvy legs. These vines grew too fast, even The flowers bloomed at midnight, making the woman seem to be wearing a thick new dress.

"Plants, listen to my voice, look for the human I want!"

In fact, you can do gong without shouting. Even after returning to Gotham, the poison ivy needs a sense of life ritual.