"How do you feel like you're joking?"
The orangutan doesn't have any special feelings about the row of aliens across the gate, and he can't do anything anyway, so he's just responsible for chatting with Deathstroke."
You don't understand, Bobo, our world is actually very complicated."
Su Ming, who lit a cigarette with his hand, shook his head slowly, watching the huge floodgates open little by little, he cast a sympathetic look at the aliens through the smoke, and explained in a faint whisper: "Let me give you an example, if you are in business, have a lot of money, sponsor a comic company, this small company became popular after a few decades, and you asked this company to add a character of you to the publication to promote business, do you think this character will be weak?"
”This is not an example, it is equivalent to telling the truth, and whether Bobo believes it or not is another matter.KFC and DC Comics have a long-term relationship, so good that they are like a family, and comics are another promotional front for fried chicken restaurants, and even buy comic books with fast food coupons in many cases.In a similar situation to it, Mercedes-Benz is in the same situation, on DC's Earth 1, Mercedes-Benz cars will not be damaged, even if aliens invade, Wonder Woman of that world will smash the alien battleship with her car, and the car will be intact in the end.At present, the Colonel Sanders that everyone sees is a 'character' in the story, and he may not even know how much energy he has.But in fact, there is a higher level of money ability behind him, not to mention defeated, and the colonel can't even be injured.The orangutan is a very intelligent animal, and when he listened to Knell's explanation, he covered his mouth in a little surprise, and his eyes were wide open, as if he understood something, but he didn't say anything.As soon as he spoke, the floodgates opened completely, and both sides turned into streamers and rushed towards each other.The Colonel took the lead, surprisingly fast, and he also entered the speed of light with a large pile of food in his hands.Three seconds later, the battle ended.I saw that the colonel's body was burning with a fighting spirit of bright red, like the fire of fried chicken burning oil, and at this time, he was grabbing the last enemy who could still move, riding on the opponent, and stuffing a Mexican chicken roll into the mouth of the alien visitor."
If you order food, you have to eat it!
Give me a meal!
Fast food is cheap, but that's not a reason for you to waste food!
”The smile on the colonel's face was kinder, like an old grandfather who was worried that his grandson would not eat well, but the blood vessels in his strong arms bulged, and the biceps bulged bigger than the head of an orangutan.Aliens are worse than dead in his hands.The food must have been piled up to his throat, for his fallen companions, all of whom had lost their armor and had their bellies bulging, were retching incessantly, but their hands and feet were not listening, and they had only spit out some of the puff pastry of fried chicken.The last survivor struggled in pain, he kept shaking his head to resist, but the colonel's arms were too strong, and those hands were even more ruthless iron hands that had been in the oil pan all year round, and they grabbed him and shoved the last burrito into it little by little.The hapless Yongga man rolled his eyes, and his head tilted as if he was dead, alive, and the white liquid of the KFC blueberry sundae was still flowing from his nostrils."
Hmph, with this amount of food, you still dare to invade the earth?"
The colonel, who had returned victorious, had left behind a group of defeated men, and he knew that would happen.When everyone walks into KFC, they feel that they can eat a lot and can handle him Colonel Sanders.But in fact, as long as a large glass of Coke and three hamburgers are eaten, the person is almost full, and eating it again is not enjoyment but torture.Aliens are nothing more than that, he's seen a lot.After shaking his head disdainfully, the colonel pulled out his phone and made a call, and the sirens around him suddenly disappeared into his classic song 'I love you mother', and the lights became ambiguous.A group of bare-chested men don't know where they came from, but they worked in harmony with the colonel to complete the dance perfectly, and then disappeared without a trace carrying the fallen aliens.The other party ate fried chicken, but did not give money, so he could only go to the back kitchen to work to pay off his debts, and he would not be able to get out within fifty years.The music was gone, the sirens returned, and the lights turned back to a shimmering dark green, the color of the blood that flowed from the Yongga's body."
Alright, Slade, a little hiccup."
The colonel wiped the sweat from his body, shook his eyebrows at everyone with a smile, and his strong muscles were shining: "I also said before, no one can eat fried chicken without paying, aliens are no exception, I will let these people peel potatoes, so, let's move on?"
”Donna put away her sword and shield with a blank expression: "......."
She didn't know what expression to make, it was not the first time she had seen the uncle who sold fried chicken, and Zhenglian often ate fried chicken in the past, even Batman.But it seems that except for the death knell, no one knows that the colonel is so strong?
But not everyone did nothing, and Wally managed to push down an enemy in the middle of the battle, the one that ended up in the hands of the Colonel, who was trying to escape.Shazam threw a shoe at the enemy and hit the opponent as well, so he must have completed his attack."
No problem, Colonel."
Su Ming nodded at the end of the team, and he smiled and gave the orangutan a hair: "It's better for you to go first, there may be enemies on the way, and I'll leave it to you, I just don't have anyone behind me, come, everyone get on the flying carpet, let's speed up." ”.................................Along the way, waves of enemies fell in front of the chicken legs, so that the corridor where everyone advanced was filled with the smell of fried chicken, which lasted for a long time.The colonel kept an account of all the enemies, and called the strong men dance team to pull the men away in batches, and they would be sent to the factory and the kitchen to work to offset the day's meal.In fact, the money for a fast meal is not much money to eat, and it should be paid off after three days of part-time work.But the extra 49 years of work is the labor they need to pay to apologize to the people of the earth, because the act of eating white food seriously hurts the feelings of the people of the earth.However, Su Ming doesn't care about these processes, the colonel's methods look a little funny, but they are not funny characters, but gold masters, and it is normal to be able to eat well in DC.Anyway, even if you make it yourself, the result will be the same, it's just that it's hard for these aliens to stay alive.After all, Colonel Sanders is a businessman, not a mercenary, and any target is his potential customers, and he is more inclined to non-killing."
This should be the switchboard, let's call it for the time being."
Deathstroke walked to the front of the line, the lightsaber in his hand drew a circle on the gate, and the molten metal rolled to the ground with a pungent smell: "The tactical goal will be achieved soon, Bobo and I will go in, and the others will form a defensive line on the spot at the door to block the large enemy forces that may counterattack, I only need a little time." ”。
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