The Death Knell

"I like making friends with smart people. I don't need to say anything, everyone understands."

The bald head smiled and nodded. He pointed to his temple, sitting sideways on the table with a leg dangling:

"Now under our feet is another pluralistic system. I don’t know the situation there. After all, the time is urgent and there was no time to investigate on the spot. Blagnac will send you over, and I’m waiting for you outside of this pluralism. good news."

"Tsk, I thought you would act together, go down and show your combat effectiveness."

Popo is a little sorry, because Luthor is being used for logistics support? It feels a bit uninsurable.

Luther threw a small laser pistol made by himself to the orangutan to defend himself, and asked in a puzzled face: "Why do you think that? I am a scientist. Unless I have to, it is impossible for me to appear on the battlefield."

"So the root cause is that Superman didn't follow, right? The fakes like Superman might be here, can't it?" Xiaofu pointed out the problem sharply.

If Superman wants to go down, then Luther will certainly also go with him, and start comparisons everywhere in the task.

"Hehehehe...you."

The bald head did not answer him, just let out a signature laugh, took a deep look at the orangutan, and nodded at the green-faced robot:

"Send our friends on the road."

The ground under the feet of the two and a gorilla was still an image of the stars, but at this time it was suddenly empty, and everyone was in free fall.

But there was a flash of black light in front of him, and his feet landed steadily.

Then his sight slowly recovered, and there was a lake in front of him.

It is not a naturally formed lake, but a large pool in the park. You can see many people rowing boats on the lake, making it very happy.

"Ah! I was cheated, this bald head!" The little gorilla was so angry that he pulled the cigar out of his mouth, folded it in half with his knees like a wooden stick, and threw it aside fiercely: "This is different from our reasoning. , There are not only various plants, but also ordinary people!"

Lorna didn't know, so she just shrunk the conspicuous metal armor into a small ball and put it away, then looked at the death knell with curious eyes, and waited for the order.

"Adjutant, can you hear me?" Su Ming didn't rush to judge. After all Perpetua was dead, there was little chance that Luther would dare to stab him back. He called his backup to listen to the analysis results.

"The voice is clear, the signal is stable, and the new pluralistic system has been discovered. The sheriff and adjutant are waiting for orders."

An intellectual and soft voice came from his ears, and the cute appearance of the doll was also projected on his retina.

"Is the Divine Nature outside of this new multi-factory?" Su Ming found a park bench and sat down. The armor on his body squirmed into a casual suit. Today he chose sapphire blue, which matched the lake water in front of him.

"A new giant flying object was observed, recorded as the Divine, and it has been confirmed." The adjutant also gave the answer. Luther did not leave, he was still waiting.

In this case, the bald head is basically no problem.

It’s just that the results of his investigation are a bit different from Su Ming’s reasoning. Both the death knell and the orangutans thought that the new base of Daxede should be the same as the Apocalypse. With all kinds of brainwashed troops, after everyone hits the ground with their feet on the ground, they will face the kamikaze attack shouting "Darkside Constant in".

But now here, the flowers are red, the grass is green, the trees are shaded, everyone has a smile on their faces, and they are playing the white swan pedal boat. The lake is beautifully blue.

Is your reasoning wrong? It's unlikely, maybe something changed in the middle.

So, should we believe in science now?

Popo pressed the death knell's ear to eavesdrop on the communication process, and now he has picked up the cigar that was just broken in distress.

"My cigarette, this one is worth about two hundred dollars, why didn't Luther make it clear first."

"He said, he said he didn't understand the situation here."

Lorna saw the distressed look of the orangutan, and quickly picked him up and smoothed her hair. Maybe she wanted to try a new feel for a long time, because after feeling the softness brought by the new shampoo, she couldn't help smiling:

"I don't quite understand. Why are you and Slade very wary of Mr. Luther?"

"That's not a good person, girl, how should I tell you, in short, there are probably hundreds of thousands of people who died because of him." Luther has done too many things, and Bobo can't tell for a while, he chooses A more intuitive figure.

The victims of the Year of the Villain are all counted as Luthor's head, and there is still the sinking of the earth.

Polaris tilted her head, her green hair hanging down one shoulder, she looked to the death knell for advice:

"That's about the same as the number of people my father killed?"

Magneto is also very murderous, but when he was young, the **** remnants after World War II were almost killed by him, and he can be regarded as a soldier among volunteer soldiers.

Sung Chien was trapped in Norway's Nazi defeated, and the Nazi generals who fled to South America with money and his men, and Geshi Xbao who secretly existed underground, he all went to the past and killed them one by one, just so manic.

When he established the Brotherhood of Mutants and pulled up the team to work with the U.S. military and Canadian Z department, he killed fewer people instead, killing tens of thousands at the end of the year, which was far less efficient than before.

"Eric killed many people who were damned, but Luther didn't kill many people directly. He killed people in a roundabout way, but he is now a harmless ally."

Su Ming, smoking a cigar, smiled and shook his head. He was not worried about Luther's problem:

"Well, since I don't know what's going on for the time being, let's investigate the situation of this earth first and figure out where it is. Maybe I know?"

"It makes sense. When you get to a strange place, it's okay to collect information first." Popo still held the broken cigar in his hand, and smashed together like nunchakus: "Did you bring tape, Slade? Give it to me, maybe you can get it back."

At this moment, a young man in sportswear ran past the bench where the three were sitting. He stopped when he heard the orangutan talking, and walked towards several people in surprise.

He digs out his trouser pockets as he walks, as if to show everyone a baby?

Bobo was staring at him with eager eyes, and his paws had been sneaked into the suit with the pistol Luther gave him...

But the young man didn't take out any weapons, but took out the pen and paper and sent it to the orangutan, grasping the black hair's paw, and asking excitedly:

"Could you please sign a name? Are you a new superhero? What is the code name? What are your specialties, what shows have you been on? What products do you endorse?"