The Death Knell

4581 - Cheat people to work

If anyone is asking how lively Batman is these days, look no further than him in Gotham.

"It's fine if you can't find the whereabouts of Doom Blues. He is Constantine from another world. He will emerge by himself sooner or later. Friends, why let the failure of the mission prevent us from enjoying the acid rain in the middle of the night?"

He rubbed his hands, hugged the red and black man beside him, took a deep breath on the latter, and said with a smile:

"Oops, not bad, cousin of Deathstroke, you smell like expired pickles that have had their rotting entrails stirred, so how about I treat you to Russian food in town? Haha."

"What? Really? I'll go"

Deadpool quickly raised his arm to smell his armpit, and everyone around him could feel a pungent breath in the rain, but he didn't notice it himself:

"Sniff, I can't smell it. Maybe it's because I have nasopharyngeal cancer. The inside of my nostrils is still moulting. Do you want to see caterpillars? Batman, I just need to remove the tube-like skin that has shed from my nostrils inside and out. Turn it over, it looks like a caterpillar, and then spread the oozing pus on the surface like varnish. Da da, it's done, everyone, come and see, my hands are rubbing artwork. By the way , Brother Bat, your hair color is black, and my nose hair is also black, we are a perfect match, hehe."

"I really envy that Deathstroke has such a capable relative like you. Among Bruce's relatives, there is no such interesting person as you." Zon Batman nodded repeatedly in appreciation of Deadpool's caterpillar art, as if he didn't feel disgusted at all, and continued Smiling and taking Deadpool to the restaurant.

He may indeed be different from the previous Batman, because not far from the two of them talking, Harley and a few serial killers are trying to stuff some corpses into the sewer drain, and he seems to have no See the same.

The source of the corpse is very simple, that is, some citizens who participated in the zero-dollar purchase tonight were high, and met a strange Michael on the road, and wanted to **** his little white face mask.

As a result, he was stabbed to death.

He is like a nightmare on Halloween, he is superb with that kitchen knife, he is much more proficient at killing people than carving pumpkins.

There was a flash of the knife, and before the red hood could make a sound to stop it, several black men with golden iron chains all over their bodies were hung up.

The murderous Michael still tilted his head. He thought the gold chains on those people's necks and clothes were some kind of protective gear, like chain mail, but why couldn't a dozen of them tied together be able to stop the knife?

But after seeing these broken gold chains floating in the water on the side of the road, he seemed to understand.

Just when everyone was about to complain about the plastic 'golden' chain, Harley saw a figure with pointed ears on the street. She immediately realized that it was Batman who was coming, so she quickly asked everyone to clean up the body, and don't make it obvious It's too bloody.

Yes, as an old man in Gotham, she certainly knew that the bat would not do anything to her.

But now I am a superhero, and I want to join the Justice League for fun. Killing people is good, but don't be greedy, you will be preached by no-killers like bats.

But when the pointed-eared figure approached, she realized that she had misidentified the person. It wasn't Batman at all, but more like laughing wildly.

Fortunately, the adjutant explained Zon's identity to her in time, and the new bat greeted everyone enthusiastically, even shook hands with the killers one by one, welcoming them to Gotham for sightseeing, and then walked to Deadpool The nonsense is gone, and he looks like he has nothing to do.

He said that he was going to help catch Doomsday Blues, but just now, Red Hood told him that the other world Constantine was followed, and this Batman who called himself Zon changed his mind again. He didn't seem to intend to chase, but to sit on the sidelines and wait for the rabbit.

Gotham is the big tree, and for some reason, he seems to believe that the doomsday blues will come back, and then he smashes it to death here.

It doesn't matter to Harley, she doesn't really want to drink tonight, the pleasure brought by alcohol is far less than that brought by killing people, she wants to continue playing in the city with Xia Kela and the murderers for a while .

But Deadpool is different. He knows that Batman has money, a lot of money, so he wants to follow Batman to enjoy Gotham nightlife.

Yes, today is another long night, and the flow of time seems to be different from that of Marvel 40K, but so what? What does it have to do with the mercenaries who were originally on the honeymoon trip?

It's good to get some money from my cousin if I meet the target and kill it, but in the end, I'm still here to play.

"I won't go, I have to continue the investigation." Red Hood turned and left. He obviously didn't want to have any contact with Zorn. Obviously, it was Batman's change that made him not know how to deal with it, but he made an excuse and said, "I signed a contract with Deathstroke." Contract, don't want to waste time."

"Hey, kid, then you have to work harder, I'm going to play." Zon smiled and patted Red Hood's shoulder, waved to everyone, then whistled towards the street corner, and saw the Batmobile galloping Come: "Deadpool and I may not be able to come back tomorrow morning, don't wait for us to have breakfast."

After finishing speaking, he jumped into the Batmobile, Deadpool rubbed his hands excitedly, and got in too.

"Squeak~~~"

The cockpit cover was closed, and the thick tires spun quickly on the road full of stagnant water and mud. In the white smoke with the smell of burnt rubber, the Batmobile was like an arrow leaving the string, and fire was sprayed from the back of its buttocks. gallop away.

Only an afterimage on the retina was left to everyone.

"Here, can I call you Wade?" Zon Batman parked the car some distance away from a Russian restaurant, and motioned Deadpool to get off: "I am the second personality of the previous Batman, But I have been friends with your cousin for a long time, and I am quite familiar with you."

Deadpool blinked a few times, and the eyes on the mask narrowed:

"Having been in love for a long time? Your car is really super cool, but the seat is not very comfortable. The thrusters of the ejection seat are pushing against me through the seat cushion. I am so scared."

"Hehe, there's no way. I didn't make this car, it was made by Bruce and Fox. I don't have time to remodel it, but I will record your feedback in a small notebook."

Batman stepped out of the car, and he stretched his waist, moving his neck and making a cracking joint sound:

"But that's all for later, can you tell me what you know about 'blank'? Talk while walking, don't be dazed, are you ready to eat pickles?"

"Well, as much as I still like the feeling of enchiladas going through my rectum, the free russian food would be nice too, and I can have some borscht so I can give myself an excuse the next time I have a **** poop. But if I If I'm not mistaken, this restaurant doesn't seem to be open?"

Deadpool wiped his hands on his trousers, as if he was ready to eat, but when he looked up, he saw that the restaurant Batman was pointing at was dark and dark, as quiet as a morgue.

However, Zon had already pulled out the lock pick to pry the door, and he did not forget to turn his head and smile and say to Deadpool:

"The kid in the red hood was nice, but he didn't learn the key lesson. A good detective is not just a bounty hunter who just tracks down a suspect, but one who knows what he's going to do before he commits another crime, and goes straight to Ambush him."

"Oh? I thought the Red Hood was pretty good. When his head was blown off, many audiences went crazy."

While talking about inexplicable topics, Deadpool watched the bat work.

It was a bit hard to see Batman picking the lock~www.NovelMTL.com~ He subconsciously reached out to touch his back, only to find that he forgot his pony schoolbag at TVA headquarters, and naturally there is no C4 available today.

Zon smiled slightly in the dark, his purple tights seemed not so dark, and said something that he would never say:

"I don't care about that, but what I'm saying is that the Doom Blues we're looking for is an otherworldly Constantine, and Constantine is known to be a heavy drinker. After that, he would want to drink something to rest, that is, to find the closest and strongest alcohol. If he had done a detailed investigation of Gotham before attacking our earth, as an alcoholic he Surely he would have known that this Russian restaurant served the strongest bootleg vodka to his liking."

"Ah, that's awesome. I'm flattered that the thinking of solving the problem is so clear, and there is also Batman's personal explanation."

Deadpool took out a wooden sign from his trouser pocket, wrote a score of '10' on it with the blood from the dead skin, and showed it to the bat:

"But there is another problem. You didn't bring me to eat at all, but tricked me into working. It's dark, it's too dark."