The Death Knell

Rhodes Island is only a few hundred kilometers away from the metropolis in a straight line. After all, they are all cities on the east coast. It takes only a few seconds longer to fly over with a cloak than to teleport, and it has more advantages in terms of energy consumption.

Of course, I came here to find the Doomsday Patrol. It can't be to find the Young Justice League, right? Those kids are useless in such an event.

Flying over the dark forest, flying along the dirt trail, the trees here are still barking like dryads, not very friendly at night.

When he landed in front of the mansion, Su Ming found that the mecha man was repairing the car not far away, even the broken bus of the Doom Patrol, which was also rattling at night.

"Hey, Cliff, good evening, why don't you sleep in the middle of the night, but fix this thing, are you planning to take this opportunity to run away from home?"

Deathstroke jumped off the flying carpet, waved his cloak back to his shoulders after everyone landed on the same feet, and greeted the mech man warmly, just like an old friend.

The cry of crows came from the woods, adding a bit of a weird atmosphere to the already dark night. The mansion behind it was like a haunted house, and the mecha head was lying on the scooter and slid out from the bottom of the car:

"Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Deathstroke, good evening, and a few members of the Justice League."

He rubbed his hands, which were full of oil stains, and it seemed that it was not suitable for shaking hands, so he just smiled and said:

"As for why I fix my car at night, you know, time means nothing to a guy when his head is buzzing all the time and he's living in a burrito."

What he said was true. After undergoing brain surgery and changing into a steel body, he realized another kind of immortality in disguise.

One of the costs of a mind-controlled robot's almost infinite lifespan is that he can always hear the hum of electricity passing through his body, all the time, and never stops.

"Oh, buddy, it sounds like you guys are having a good day today?" Su Ming patted the sitting robot on the shoulder, and looked at the mansion with a smile: "I think your base is a bit like a haunted house, but it's not enough to be called a haunted house." For a burrito, it's less messy, or at least it doesn't look like."

"Oh, that's because you didn't go in and take a look, my God." The robot lay flat again, kicking its big feet to send itself under the car, and the voice like gold and iron came from under the car: "Chief seems to be He was bent over by a ghost, he was making trouble at home, and I came out to hide."

"Oh? Is it possessed by a ghost?" Bobo's eyes became sharp instantly, and he began to wonder if the chief had also been replaced by a counterfeit.

Deathstroke also had the same doubts, so he signaled everyone to go into the room: "Then play with the car slowly, we happen to have something to ask Kai for help, it's better to come early than coincidental, and I will also help the chief see a doctor by the way."

"Thank you, please go ahead." The mecha man obviously didn't intend to accompany him, but just started working again under the car.

A group of people walked to the door of the villa, and the death knell raised his hand to ring the doorbell, and the elastic girl came to open the door soon, and everyone saw that she seemed to be melting a bit, which should be caused by excessive mental pressure.

"Good evening, Rita." Su Ming greeted the other party: "I'm here to visit again, is it convenient now?"

"Oh, Deathstroke, it's a good thing you're here."

The former female star gave him a warm hug. People in the 1960s were so enthusiastic. She pressed the melting half of her face to prevent her eyeballs from falling out, and arranged her beautiful hairstyle like a pin-up girl:

"Come on in, the chief has some inexplicable problems, we don't know what to do, and Kay seems to be going crazy and out of control."

Without further ado, seeing her speak so seriously, Su Ming stopped chatting, but asked her to lead the way quickly, and followed quickly with the orangutan on his shoulder.

Rita's high-heeled shoes are very high, and she walks at home like walking on a red carpet. When her steps are quickened, her twisting becomes even more exaggerated. She is worthy of being a super actress.

If it weren't for the side effects caused by super powers, she would have been more popular than Marilyn Monroe back then.

It doesn't matter whether the chief is dead or not, but if Kai goes crazy and releases some personality, it will not be much easier than dealing with Lucifer.

This time Rita did not take everyone to the underground experiment area, but turned left and right to the study room. After she hurriedly opened the door, Su Ming could see that everyone from the Doom Patrol was there, and there were a few more. face.

"Hi everyone, I'm here again as a guest. I saw that you have some new members today. Is this a celebration?"

The death knell who entered the door was full of smiles, and he couldn't tell that he had just killed someone else's family a few minutes ago. The orangutan on his shoulder also held a pipe and raised his hand as a greeting.

"Ah, you came just in time." The bandage-wrapped Negative Man, or Negative Man, was obviously relieved, stood up and shook hands with Death Knell: "But you are wrong about one thing, we will not be happy for the increase of members , because we are all monsters, and superpowers have turned us into monsters that are not accepted by society~www.NovelMTL.com~ Every additional member means that there is another unfortunate person in the world."

Larry Horner is right that the Doom Patrol is one such organization, or asylum, that takes in homeless superpowered monsters.

It feels a bit like the X-Men, but their situation is more complicated than that of the X-Men, and their encounters are more tragic, but the mentality of the members is more stable.

Take the filmmaker’s own situation as an example. He was originally a pilot during World War II, but he fell in love with his wingman partner. At that time, being **** was an absolute taboo. He kept this secret in his heart, which was very painful.

Later, he was possessed by a negative space creature, and he was stuck at the critical point between reality and the shadow world. Once he had emotional fluctuations, he would probably lose control and be replaced by the alien dimensional creature in his body, thus becoming involuntary.

"Tsk, don't think so pessimistically, Larry, at least we all hug together to keep warm, it's better than dying silently where people can't see." Su Ming patted the other party's arm and nodded to other people in the room.

In addition to the elemental girl whom I had seen last time, and now Kai, who has become an old lady fortune teller, there are a few more people this time.

This time, there are more "folk songs" with gray temples and a very unstable mental state; wearing only a pair of animal skin bitter tea, and at this time a super muscular man who is still posing in bodybuilding movements; he is an alien but has serious delusions of persecution Cathy Brinker, who suffers from personality disorder, and Trinone, a magician who is fascinated by the lake and does not want to kill but always kills unintentionally.

Absolutely, the peak lineup of the second-generation Doom Patrol is only one 'Changing Girl' Sid is there.

Every time I see this team, Su Ming wants to laugh, because these people are so miserable, watching them have fun in the story, it is difficult for you to make other expressions.