Giving up the plan to adopt a cockroach pet, Su Ming was a little regretful.Originally, he had thought about it, didn't Harley get a beetle queen as a pet over Star Wars, and Su Ming also wanted to introduce Ezekiel to her.After all, they are all like cockroaches, and it doesn't hurt to make more friends.But Barry's words do make sense, keeping cockroaches as pets seems crazy.Although the ability of the Doomsday Prophet is good, the repetition of the ability of the traverser is too high, and it is useless to raise it in a jar, and it can't be carried on the shoulder, and it will make a fuss when something happens.The cockroach jar spun back and forth in Barry and Kendra's hands a few times, and they even wanted Polly to play with her, but the girl with the parasol smiled and refused, because the creature she touched would die.She just took the time to go out for a walk and feel the world in which human beings live, even if it was the spiritual world, not out to kill.The group walked and chatted, after all, they were not ordinary people, and soon returned to the place where the abandoned wheelchair was.This anti-gravity little bumper car can't be ignited, maybe the circuit is broken, but it doesn't matter, it can be pushed like an ordinary wheelchair, there is a telescopic handle at the rear of the car, and there are wheels under the car, and with a little hands, there is a tool that can carry the corpse.Put the unconscious chief in the car and lift him out of the manhole cover out of the sewers, and the pink duck boat that the harlequin gave to everyone was still parked on the side of the road.It's just that at this time, there was a policeman standing at the front of the car, holding a small notebook for issuing tickets, as if he was struggling with something.This place is a bustling commercial area, and parking is not allowed on the side of the road, but the rules and regulations do not say that vehicles that cannot be parked with balloons folded, so he is a little unsure whether to stick a sticker or not."
Good evening, officer."
The death knell like pushing a stroller pushed the chief, returned to the side of the car, and greeted the traffic police.When the other party heard the voice, he turned his head and saw a few people from Zhenglian, but he was still as calm as facing ordinary people: "Your car?
”"Actually, it's a bunch of balloon-made boats."
Barry also reached out and tugged at the duck's head at the bow of the boat, which was several times larger than the angel statue of Rolls-Royce: "Let's leave." ”Hearing this, the officer stammered the ticket, shoved it into Barry's hand, and turned to leave: "Remember to pay the ticket." ”"We didn't stop the boat in violation of the law, this officer, be a little accommodating."
Flash seems to have forgotten that this is not the real world, and he really thinks that he has been opened.The police officer turned his head and smiled, the law enforcement attitude was very good, and he stretched out his finger and pointed to the chief in the wheelchair: "It's not a ticket for illegal parking, but that you didn't install a baby seat according to the regulations." ”With that, the officer left in style, and the footsteps were accompanied by faint laughter, as if he was praising his wit."
I sometimes get put on a list by the Midtown Police Department, and they don't even let go of the lightning car, can you believe it?"
Looking at the tall back of the law enforcer, the Flash looked at the ticket a little speechlessly, and his tone was full of tiredness about life.Deathstroke shrugged and shoved the chief into the trunk of the duck ship: "They should learn from the Gotham Police Department, the Batmobile will never be sticked." ”In fact, it is not that Gordon opened the back door for Batman, but that the Batmobile has its own high-voltage electricity, which can electrocute people when approached by unauthorized people.Take a video of the Batmobile driving through the street and post it on the Internet to become a small Internet celebrity, I really think that Gotham doesn't have anyone who wants to put a tag on the Batmobile to become famous?
No, they just can't.Xiao Shan, who had collected the ticket, sighed, he naturally knew about the situation of the Batmobile, but he couldn't do it like Batman, so he could only change the subject: "What should we do next?"
”"You run, send the Chief out through the Speed Force plane, the Strangler will pick you up outside, and then you come back, and we'll let Ezekiel lead the way to find Cyborg."
Deathstroke immediately gave a plan without any hesitation.The golden electricity wrapped around the duck boat flashed, and the next second Barry probed out of the driver's seat: "Okay, the follow-up will be handed over to the rest of the Doomsday Patrol, and the consciousness should have returned to his own body, but he is still unconscious, what next?"
”Su Ming put the cockroach jar in the place where the electronic navigation of the vehicle is usually located: "Listen to what it says, just drive towards the place where the end will happen." ”"The Doomsday Prophet starts navigating for you, please enter the destination......
Do you think I'm going to say that?!
”The cockroach jumped in the jar in a strange way, and the bread that was grasped by the forelimbs was also waved vigorously: "I am the most powerful prophet in the world, not your toy!"
”"Godslayer, fly swatter...
Okay, it seems that some little worm is screaming, I didn't hear what you just said, now you can tell me, which way should we go?
”"200 meters ahead, turn left."
The cockroach emitted a gentle English gentleman's voice, thick and magnetic, as if full of intellectual precipitation brought by the years. ............................."
Squeak!"
The Vulcan sword pierced through the body of a vulture, accompanied by the screams of the strange bird, and Diana watched it with a contemplative gaze as it turned into a puddle of white ash.The same piles of white ash were scattered next to the boneless corpse, mixed with the red blood, as if someone had burned paper next to the corpse.Seeing that the battle was over, the orangutan detective came over and began the autopsy, the magnifying glass in his hand made his face look distorted: "So, you've been in Los Angeles for the last few years?"
”Naturally, the person he asked was the man who had gone to the Forgotten Bar for help, a former friend.The man was covered in filthy bandages that looked like patchwork of colorful rags, revealing only his eyes and the rest of the body.In addition to the bandages, he wore a green hooded cloak, which was also tattered, with bug-eaten holes, like curtains torn from some haunted house.The person who was questioned came to the corpse and squatted down, closed his eyes in the leather case of the dead person, and although some of them could not see their faces, they could still feel his sad emotions: "Well, it's all in Los Angeles...
Mr.
Burriman was a good man, he didn't deserve to end up like this, who killed him?
”"I'm investigating, but so far it's not good, there are no footprints here, there's no peculiar smell other than blood, and even the surveillance footage has been burned."
Bobo took a puff of his pipe, and his thick lips moved the pipe to the other corner of his mouth: "Maybe our murderer is a demon who knows computers, but that sounds a bit ridiculous.....
Tell me about you, what made you, who said 'magic is a sin', come back to the Oblivion Bar to find me again?
”The man wrapped in rags sighed, he knew that Bobo was still angry with him.