Although Hank couldn't move his body, from the corner of his eye he could see some thin black lines attached to the floor and connected to his body, like some unknown creature.
"A friend from the Justice League comes from the future and is here specifically to see you."
In response, the strange man showed off ten light rings. Those rings were like light bulbs on an old-fashioned street pinball machine, lighting up one after another and slowly cycling.
"The way you sneaked into my house is not like a friend." Although he said this, Hank still relaxed a lot. After all, who doesn't know the light ring? And the existence of green lights, blue lights, and green lights shows that this is not a bad guy.
.
This point in time is very early, Zheng Lian has not experienced the series of events that caused disaster, and the heroes currently have a good sense of green lights.
Then the stranger took out the Batarang, Superman's cape, and Wonder Woman's giant sword to prove his identity.
Although I don’t understand why someone can wear a bunch of light rings at the same time and look like a nouveau riche, it is true that human beings have infinite possibilities. If someone comes from the future, maybe they can do it.
"I knocked on the door, but you were too drunk on wine to hear, so I walked around from the backyard door through the kitchen." Su Ming took back the symbiote, asked Strangler to repair the table, and gave it to him from his pocket.
He took out the cup and poured a glass of wine: "I don't mean any harm, I just want to ask you to be a hero again."
Except for the Batarang, which belongs to Earth-11 Bliss, Superman's cape and Da Dai's sword were all pulled from the Black Lantern Corpse, but to fool a warhawk with a bad mind, these three giant items are enough.
.
"Ah, I understand, you are the lobbyist invited by Miss Dawn Granger." Hank shook his head speechlessly, and he picked up his wine glass again: "No, no matter what, I won't
I won’t re-form a team with her, she doesn’t understand the dangers of becoming a superhero, and she can die at any time.”
"And in your heart, there is only one white dove, and that is your brother Donald." Su Ming calmly took a sip of wine, then crossed his legs: "Although you didn't say it, I know what you think.
"
Hank's expression seemed a little complicated. He was a little ashamed at first, and then became calm again.
"Yes, that's what I think. You can think that I am selfish, but I never think that I am a qualified superhero. I have emotional management problems and am addicted to alcohol. Many times I subconsciously pursue violence, so
I quit, you can take away my uniform and let the girl choose a better partner."
Just like what he said, he spoke this sentence faster and faster, as if he was gradually losing his patience, and finally threw his uniform into the arms of Deathstroke.
"Unfortunately, although I am very familiar with a certain Miss Granger, she is not the Dawn Granger you are talking about." Su Ming was not angry, but folded the uniform and put it aside, and poured it for Hank again.
Jiu: "I need you to become a hero. I don't want to persuade you to become a war eagle and debut again, but I want to ask you to sacrifice for the earth."
"......Um?"
War Eagle was stunned for a moment, and the speed of raising the glass in his hand slowed down a lot, but in the end he poured the drink down his throat, and after making a comfortable gnashing sound, he squeezed out a suspicious nasal sound.
Su Ming poured him another glass and explained: "It literally means, for the stability of the multiverse in the future, I need you to commit suicide now."
"Haha, this is a big help from me." Hank nodded, but was not panicked. He turned the wine glass in his hand: "You actually asked the Lantern to go back to the past to remind me what will happen to me in the future.
What have you done?"
"In the future, you still partnered with Dawn, and she became your girlfriend. In the end, just like you said, you killed her." Su Ming said, mixing the truth and lies,
The expression on his face was very sincere: "This incident drove you crazy, made you seek refuge with Darkseid, and became obsessed with the idea that he could help you resurrect your girlfriend. In the end, it destroyed the world, and then you were burned down.
Killed."
The atmosphere in the living room became dull, with only the sound of the hands beating on the antique clock nearby. The children in the park outside the window were still running back and forth, but the sound seemed particularly distant.
When a dark old house is filled with one's memories, it seems to be isolated from the world.
After a moment, War Eagle showed a smile:
"Tsk, Darkseid is an enemy of Zhenglian and Superman's old enemy, but I never thought he was that strong." Hank drank a glass of wine, gnashed his teeth, and then shook his head: "But it sounds like
He seems to have turned into a powerful guy, and the stupid thing of going crazy and turning to the enemy sounds like my style. After Tang died, I feel like I'm going crazy now."
"What's your answer? Are you willing to make some sacrifices for the world? Maybe one day in the future, when human science and technology advances to a certain extent, you and Donald may be able to be resurrected."
Su Ming looked at the man's face. At this time, Hank was unshaven and his face was decadent. Only his eyes were bright.
"Huh, actually now I feel like there is no point in living anymore. Forget about order and chaos, we two brothers are like the playthings of those gods. Without Donald, what's the point of trying to make the world a better place?!"
Hank took the bottle away, poured himself a glass and drank it again, and the fragrance began to spit out from his mouth.
"Don't doubt it, you are indeed the toys of the Lord of Order and the Lord of Chaos." Su Ming smiled and toasted with Hank, saying ruthless words: "The true spokesperson of the Lord of Order is Dr. Fate, and the truth of the Lord of Chaos is
The spokesperson is the Demon Governor, and the latter’s existence is more complicated... In short, the existence of War Eagle and White Dove is more like an additional performance."
Those two are sorcerers, and sorcerers are definitely closer to extradimensional beings than warriors.
Just like many people think that the spokesperson of the Panther God in Marvel is Black Panther? Wrong, the real spokesperson of the big cat is the old black woman who grows heart-shaped grass in the cave, but her name is not even known. That is the Panther
God's shaman.
In many parallel worlds, the old kings of Wakanda died in various accidents, such as bomb attacks, plane crashes, traffic accidents, etc., and only then did T'Challa ascend to the throne.
However, if you think about it carefully, you will know that these tricks can kill a spokesperson who has the existence of the true God behind him?
For example, Ancient One, will she be killed by a bomb? Will Wanda die in a car accident? Will Raven die in a kitchen fire?
It's impossible. People who are protected by higher-dimensional beings have very hard lives. If they can jump repeatedly between hell and heaven like Constantine, it will be even more difficult to die.
"Damn, haha." War Eagle took a deep breath, and then nodded calmly: "You can be considered a wise man, so what are you waiting for? For the sake of justice, I agree to your request, and I happen to be too tired.
I need to take a good rest for a while... Let’s do it now, I’m almost done drinking.”
"I'm a good person and a superhero, how can I kill you?" Su Ming smiled and divided the last bits of the essence in the bottle into two glasses, raised the glass and toasted again: "Then I wish you a safe journey, in fact, life and death
That's it. Once you close your eyes and don't open them, it's over."
"Thank you, and I hope that one day Don and I can be resurrected. I can only help the Justice League so much." Hank put down the cup and wiped his mouth, and prepared to stand up unsteadily: "I'll go find what my father left behind.
The pistol you fired should be more powerful."
However, the one-eyed young man moved faster and just stretched out his hand to support him, making him sit up again and lie on the table.
Then, he pushed back the chair he was sitting on and put away the used wine glass.
"Don't bother me. The last glass of wine I gave you was laced with a deadly plant toxin, the kind that smells like grass. When I roasted Poison Ivy under a red sun lamp, she spit out a lot of juice, so I kept it.
Yeah... But rum is brewed from sugar cane syrup. It has a strong flavor of plants and fruits, which is very suitable for covering up other flavors. You just need to close your eyes and lie down to sleep. Suicide and being suicidal are actually the same.
."
But Hank couldn't hear anymore. Poison Ivy's bodily fluid toxin took effect very quickly, and it was simply not something that this third-tier hero could resist.
He lay quietly on the table, looking as if he was asleep, with a satisfied smile on his face that said, "I have helped Zhenglian."
With some emotion, Deathstroke let Strangler clean up all traces of his existence, and then floated towards the back door:
"Cloak, go and throw the body into the sun. Adjutant, tell Lorraine to send a high-level combat android over. It will use the new technology of the Black Man and Brother Eye. It doesn't require any superpowers, as long as it can fly and resist beatings. Where are you?"
Prepare some fake documents, ask the police station to release Miss Dorn, and then act according to the original story."
"Okay Sheriff, in this way, Mo Cun has also been wiped out by the law of cause and effect, but won't the Lord of Chaos find out about the substitution?"
"It will find it, but it won't tell anyone, because it is chaos itself, and any means that can cause chaos will be fun to it... If it were not worried that killing War Eagle directly would make Mo Cun and the Emperor join forces to deal with me,
I would have come directly to kill Hank a long time ago. In short, the time and story of Earth 12 have been saved again, and I can go back and see what changes the butterfly effect has caused."
"So do we need to prepare a similar plan to deal with Kang the Conqueror? We can make a plan first." The adjutant made another suggestion.
"No, my past is too entangled with him, and Kang the Conqueror never comes to me empty-handed. The first time we met, he gave me the first pot of gold in Marvel, and the second time he gave me another
I have six parallel worlds, and I’m still waiting for the next gift. Why should I deal with him? I’ll just let the Avengers take over in the future.”
The back door of the house was gently closed, and warm sunlight shone on the earth.