Arlington National Cemetery has 220,000 pits, but fortunately it has been more than half a month since the black light crisis broke out, so although most of the cemeteries below have fake corpses, there are still lamp corpses lingering in the cemetery.
But not too much.
Those who died relatively soon and still felt that they had surviving relatives left to eat meat.
And many of those left behind are dead corpses who have been dead for a hundred and eighty years, have no place to go, and no living relatives or friends.
The alien wolf swoops down and kills everyone. As both mercenaries, his combat efficiency as a scavenger is much better than that of his little cousin, and there is no need to worry about infection.
Ordinary lamp corpses are nothing more than receptors for swear words to the violent wolf.
Not only was this guy very powerful, he also had a loud voice. Su Ming could hear him laughing and swearing even though he was hundreds of meters above the ground. He had a lot of idiosyncratic slang and swear words at his fingertips.
As expected of an alien, he uses a London accent and is better at English than the Americans themselves. Some small words are even too dirty for Su Ming to understand, so he has to rely on Bobo to translate them.
But that's just a casual thing. The serious thing is to search for any traces of the first generation of white pigeons among the remaining tens of thousands of living corpses. Of course, if you can attract someone from the Black Lantern Zhenglian, it will be fine, you can attract Mo Cun or
An emperor is better.
Bai Ge's uniform is actually quite eye-catching. The white and light blue clothes are like a natural target.
"Is that George Washington?"
Su Ming, who was still holding a cigarette in his mouth, pointed at a bald guy below. The guy was still wearing a perm and was being disemboweled by the wolf's latte hook.
Hearing this, Bobo narrowed his eyes and stared at the area carefully to distinguish: "It seems so. The founding father of the United States is alive, but now he is dead."
As soon as he finished speaking, Washington's head below was also crushed.
"It seems that America can't become great again." Su Ming said a joke that everyone knows.
The man on Earth 0 who claimed to make the Empire great again was killed by Luther in the White House.
Until the time of his death, he was still holding a Coke bottle in one hand and a mobile phone in the other hand. The screen of the mobile phone stayed on his Twitter profile.
The orangutan detective sensed the burden and gave a sideways funny smile, because America has never been great.
"Did you find the target?" However, he quickly calmed down and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand: "The zombies all look the same. I'm a little face blind."
"Donald was buried here as a white dove, so rather than looking for someone, we are looking for a uniform." Su Ming left the flying carpet, floating in the air and looking down in all directions: "But so far, the game
Pulke hasn't given me a clear goal yet."
"Where is the specific location of his cemetery? In which districts and buildings does he live?" Bobo turned to ask Bai Ge next to him. This cemetery covers an area of 2.2 square kilometers and is very spacious. It must be divided into zones, right?
"over there."
The white pigeons they protect can fly. She has also flown here with the war eagle, so she is very familiar with the perspective in the sky. She only briefly identified the bumpy ground and found the direction based on the remaining roads.
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The green turf on the ground is full of scars, like a green version of a Dalmatian, but not every grave has been opened. Some graves still remain intact for various reasons.
The Wolf's voice was so loud that he perfectly attracted the attention of the Lantern Corpses, so that when Deathstroke and his team landed in front of Donald's grave, there were no wandering figures nearby.
As expected, Donald's grave has also been cracked. There is a big hole at the head of the grave. If you look down, you can see that the coffin boards have been broken from the inside, and there are still some finger bones pressing on the dry soil around the hole.
traces left behind.
"He's gone. It seems he left on a rainy day." Diana held up her sword and shield and looked around warily: "We need the help of magic."
There were some funerary items inside the coffin, which were not too valuable trinkets. There was a snow globe, a baseball glove, and a bomber jacket, all of which were obviously things that Donald liked during his lifetime.
But after waking up as a black lantern corpse, he obviously abandoned those hobbies he had during his lifetime. He should only be left with a hatred for the living and a desire for the flesh and blood of his brothers.
However, these items that have an emotional connection with their owners are useful for tracing. Some magic can be used to cast spells on personal items to find their owners, or even cast curses across long distances.
As the leader of the Dark Alliance, Wonder Woman, although she can't cast spells herself, still knows a little bit about it.
The problem now is that I don't know if there is a spell type in the shadow magic that Rory copied from Eve that can achieve this.
Unfortunately, Black Alice closed her eyes and held it in for a while. Finally, she exhaled with a puff of her mouth, shook her head and said:
"No, shadow magic can't do it. I may be able to recreate the scene of the lamp corpse leaving the tomb, but to find someone based on the items, you should find Madam Xanadu or Dr. Fate."
"Or Constantine." Bobo added, that scumbag's hell magic can also be used. Demons are always very good at finding people.
Barry thought for a moment, then raised his hand: "How about I go to every state in the United States? You can find it in a stupid way, but you may have to drill into the sewers of every city, so give me an hour.
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"There are none on the ground." Su Ming knocked on his helmet and pointed to the position of the eyepiece: "Sepurk has scanned the United States during this time period, and there are no traces of the first generation White Pigeon on the ground."
"I actually wanted to ask just now. According to the timeline we are in now, there should be no such thing as Sepurk. How did you make it observe this 'current' time point from the future of the parallel world?"
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The orangutan scratched its head and blinked, but it couldn't help its curiosity as a detective.
Su Ming shrugged, squatted down and took out the funerary objects in the coffin, and replied at the same time:
"Because I am the Supreme Mage, and Sepulk is now in the void outside the multidimensional world. Theoretically speaking, the speed force plane is a lower-level dimension that can be observed. Of course, some weapons captured from Perpetua were also used.
science and technology."
In fact, the technology acquired by Strangled was transferred to the adjutant for implementation.
"But that's still technology. It has nothing to do with your identity as the Supreme Mage!" The orangutan finally complained, with a look of despair on his face.
But in his mind, the assessment of Deathstroke's strength has been raised to a higher level. Has this man now begun to monitor all time streams? And he seems to be very skilled.
Is he able to interfere with the flow of time in another universe called Marvel? Or is he secretly homogenizing the two pluralities?
Suddenly a hypothesis came into the orangutan's mind.