The Death Knell

"Welcome to Black Gate Security, a legendary enterprise dedicated to fighting all kinds of criminals for five hundred years. Hello, I am the visiting manager who is in charge of receiving everyone, and I am 1234."

After the teleportation arrived at the prison on the hill to the east of Midtown, a group of people with the reservation information easily entered the building, and received a warm welcome here, and a professional manager came to provide one-on-one service.

But this is also a sad company dog. She has no name, and no one in the company needs to know her name, as long as there is a job number that can represent her screw.

"Black Gate Security, is your headquarters in Gotham?" Su Ming led the way towards the elevator while chatting with the manager.

Since Death Knell and his party were customers who paid a lot of money to visit, the manager was very polite, and even kept hunched over when answering:

"Yes, our corporate headquarters is in Gotham, but we have 'criminal processing facilities' all over the world, and if you have time, I'd like to tell you about our company's 300-year-old classic package—American Serial Killer maniac visiting tour, okay?"

As she spoke, she diligently helped press the elevator button, and the group would go to the depths of the ground. Obviously, criminals do not deserve to live on the ground.

Even if ordinary company dogs can work on the ground, they generally do not choose to walk out of the building of their own company, because as long as they go out, it is hard to say when they will generate additional consumption.

The account manager raised an arm and used the watch on his wrist to cast a three-dimensional projection, explaining the PPT to promote the package.

After listening for a few words, Su Ming understood the so-called package. In simple terms, it was like a package for an amusement park or a zoo. Visiting prisoners was an amusement project and their profit point.

With the goal of visiting serial killers located in different prisons across North America, this package will include 100 separate visits like today, which is almost 20% off, and also comes with autographed figures of ten people to choose from. And in the future, you can also randomly receive a relic after the death of the prisoner as a souvenir.

For example, the plastic fork that the criminal used to eat the last meal before the death penalty, or the nail clipped by the other party, in short, these items may have DNA, because that is the selling point.

Su Ming was not interested in this package, but Superman and Bobo seemed to be moved by the enthusiastic advertising slogan, and their eyes were rolling. They seemed to be really interested in serial killers.

Bobo is probably due to a detective's occupational disease. If he wants to understand criminal psychology, he may want to write a book.

Superman, 80% of the time it's because he thinks it's cool to see so many perverted killers.

The elevator descended rapidly, the lights in the car also flickered on and off, the machine made a slight rubbing sound, and the sense of weightlessness was crawling towards the person along the ankle.

The smell of the air also gradually changed, and the deeper it went underground, a strange smell became more intense, a bit like the lingering smell of urine in a nursing home.

"We'll talk about the travel package later. I'll have to make a judgment after my experience today is over."

Su Ming interrupted the other party's chatter, this woman is not as wink as the customer service of the water company before, probably the company that runs the prison is relatively rough in terms of customer experience:

"I can't see any special advantages you have over the 'Arkham Chain Sanatorium'. The serial killers on their side are obviously more perverted and more exciting."

"They can't compare to us at all. First of all, there are frequent prison escapes on their side, and guests have no safety in the process of visiting."

When it comes to competing companies, this visiting manager is a bit frustrating. The company dog ​​subconsciously safeguards the interests of his master:

"In addition, they like to refer to criminals as patients, which is obviously helping them escape guilt and has no sense of social responsibility."

"But what does the sense of social responsibility have to do with us?" Su Ming amused others and patted his armor: "You see, we are a group of people who like to pursue excitement, and we don't care what we are watching. Criminals or patients, as long as they are interesting enough, if you don't perform better, what will attract a big client like me?"

Having said that, Su Ming also asked the adjutant to project his account balance, and the long string of 9s in it was enough to show his capital.

The little manager was stunned. She had never seen so much money that her heart beat so fast that it was hard to breathe, and it was finally quiet.

The elevator door opened, and everyone came to the underground world.

Here, there is the smell of dystopia.

Strict checkpoints in the dark, heavy weapons everywhere, battle robots patrolling back and forth, and monitoring equipment everywhere.

This is an underground city. The corridors are as wide as eight lanes, and there are various types of prison cells on both sides of the road. It’s just that those near the elevator are often light criminals. Few tourists visit them.

After passing a few checkpoints, everyone came to a visiting room, and the reception manager said goodbye and left, probably to go to their superiors to discuss matters of major clients.

After she left, a robot served drinks and snacks, and everyone in the Deathstroke team had high-end sofas to sit and wait for the process to begin.

The room trembled slightly. It was a huge robotic arm that hoisted everyone in the visiting room, and then moved in the air, preparing to dock with the room of the visiting object.

"There is actually a game console here." Little Superman has sharp eyes, and he immediately discovered his favorite thing, which is a very large handheld: "You can even play video games with the visiting target, I don't know. Is the game of this era any good…”

He is an otaku in essence and likes comics and video games. Although he is not young, he has a very young mentality.

Saying this to himself, he fumbled to turn on the machine, and started experimenting with enthusiasm.

Bobo jumped off Death Knell's shoulder, UU reading www.uukanshu.com came to sit on the armrest of the sofa in the dim room, he still remembered the business, opened his mouth and asked Death Knell:

"Do you have a backup plan against Reverse Lightning? If he doesn't cooperate..."

"Reverse flash is the bait we use to catch Darkseid. You don't need to care if the earthworm on the hook is struggling, just throw it into the water." Deathstroke lit a cigarette, and the armor on his body wriggled and changed. In a black suit, he raised Erlang's legs and calmly answered the orangutan's question.

Not everyone has a choice when facing the death knell. Barry is a friend and can be sent away to ensure his safety, but there is no need to send it away in reverse flash, it is just suitable for fishing.

During the conversation, the room stopped with a crackling sound, and then a wall began to rise slowly.

Behind the wall is a barrier made of translucent blue energy. The other side of the barrier is the goal of everyone's trip, Dr. Swan.

When Deathstroke looked at him, the other party also looked over, and then showed a warm and friendly smile:

"You came a little later than I expected."