The hall of the Justice League Dark headquarters located underground is brightly lit. The huge dragon bones hanging in the center of the ceiling of the rotunda are shimmering in the light of the canisters, revealing the unique light yellow reflection of bones.
Dark Zhenglian is not only protected by a magic circle, but also does not rely on electricity for daily lighting. It is either glowing bugs in jars or candles and oil lamps, so it has some advantages at this time.
Go straight to the underground warehouse through the spider totem. When you push the door open, you see Man-Bat and Dr. Destiny talking. Because the former's scientific research equipment cannot be used after the power outage, he is a little idle now.
"Uh, Deathstroke, didn't you go out before? Why are you back again?"
The man-bat's big pointed ears twitched a few times, and he first spotted Deathstroke and his group walking out of the darkness.
"There's a power outage all over the world. Didn't you do something?" Bobo walked over to see what the two of them were doing. It turned out that they were playing chess after the power outage. They had just started the game and hadn't made a few moves yet.
, the orangutan said speechlessly: "You are a scientist, but you have never thought about why there is a power outage in the Hall of Justice?"
Man-Bat pushed the glasses on his face with his fingers, and shook his black-haired head of the same style as Bobo: "I'm a chemistry and biology major, and I'm getting started in magic recently."
On the other hand, Khalid raised his hand to speak. This eighth-generation Doctor of Destiny, who was rescued from the jar by Bobo and Deathstroke, is an honest man, with a bit of worry on his Middle Eastern face:
"I kind of discovered that the fusion reactor that powers the Hall of Justice and our place is still operating normally, but there is no power output, as if... it was eaten by something."
Strictly speaking, Dr. Fate Yatsura is not a qualified mage. He is a doctor studying medicine. In the past, he was also a puppet under the command of the Naboo Helm. He was so naive that he was trapped in a clay pot.
After Deathstroke killed Naboo, Khalid also lost his guide on the path of magic, so now he and Man-Bat formed a learning mutual aid group, and both of them relied on the Dark Zhenglian's inventory of books to teach themselves magic.
Is there any other way besides this? It is impossible for other spell casters in the Dark Zhenglian to teach them.
If you learn magic from Constantine, you never know when you will be sold to the devil; Zatanna's reverse magic is inherited from her ancestors and will not be taught to outsiders; Madam Xanadu's prophecy comes from her bloodline, the dead
His ability is more because he is the soul body and the spokesman of the gods. The ability of the transhumant all comes from his colorful jacket. Andrew Bennett, who basically does not show his face, is a vampire.
The Justice League Dark actually has a lot of people, but they basically can't get together at ordinary times. Everyone works in their own way.
"Let's not talk about that. How is Zatanna's condition?" Su Ming shook his head. Let's not talk about where the power went. Even if it was transferred out of thin air, there are no clues for investigation.
"She is still unconscious." Man-Bat picked up his thermos cup from the table and took a sip of the tea inside.
Kirk, who was injected with the bat potion, not only turned into a monster in appearance, but the self-prepared compound also deprived him of his sanity several times and made him do many wrong things. Now, although the new and improved serum has eliminated those
However, in order to prevent any possible side effects, he also paid great attention to self-cultivation.
"Okay, the underground facilities are fine. At least there is a place to stay. Clark, come with me to go upstairs and take a look. The others will stay here and wait for a while." There was nothing to say about Zatanna's coma, and Deathstroke just wanted to
You need to help her get a good rest. After all, sleeping is much better than going crazy, right?
"Then I'll go see Zha. I like to see other people lying quietly and motionless, hehe." Harley hugged Poison Ivy and Black Orchid, and she simply
He took the two girls to the guest room area.
The orangutan looked at Superboy, who was gearing up, and then at Deathstroke, and decided to stay underground and drink tea, because Superboy never knew the severity of his actions, and it would be too easy to be affected with him.
Superboy still greeted Man-Bat and Doctor Destiny with a sunny smile, then took the initiative to fly to the elevator, opened the elevator door with his hand, and signaled Deathstroke to come first.
The elevator car stopped in the Hall of Justice on the ground. If you looked up, it was pitch black, and even the emergency warning lights were out.
Su Ming was not polite to Superboy. He walked into the elevator shaft and flew straight up. Then he silently opened a hole under the car with God Killer, opened the door again, left the elevator shaft, and came to the lobby.
It was pitch black, and the corridor that used to be filled with pure white lights now had no reflection at all, and everything was quiet, not even a sound.
There is a faint strange smell in the air, a smell that is a little sweet but a little pungent.
Superboy-Prime followed closely behind. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Deathstroke with questioning eyes. The material of the Hall of Justice is an alien stone that Superman obtained from the Andromeda Nebula, mixed with Superman gold and other materials.
The power of perspective has no effect here.
Superboy couldn't see through the wall, and obviously Superboy couldn't see through it, so Little Clark wanted to see if he could make some noise to see if any enemies would be drawn out.
Su Ming thought for a moment. After all, this is someone else's territory. It would not be good to demolish the house directly, so he shook his head: "Let's go to the infirmary first, and then to the control room. It's strange, when I came to the lobby before
Not long ago, where have everyone gone now?"
Superboy had no objections. He just kept smiling and looked in the direction where he thought there might be cameras to show his "superhero" side.
Is he considered a superhero? Probably not, because his goal is too utilitarian and his motives are impure.
But even so, he is trying to be a good person.
Both of them were able to tell the movement, so they arrived at the door of the infirmary in the blink of an eye. When they opened the door, they saw that not to mention Mr. Zhuo Zhuo, even the still-dead Cyborg was gone.
But there was a piece of paper attached to the final machine next to it, with a red T symbol drawn on it. This shows that Mr. Zhuo Zhuo was aware of the danger before the crisis came, and had already taken Steel Skeleton to take refuge, leaving behind such a
a message.
Sure enough, he slipped away in time again...
Su Ming didn't know whether to say that he did a good job or that his nature was hard to change. In short, the result was not bad.
"Let's go, nothing is going on here. Let's go find Green Arrow and Black Canary." Deathstroke exited the infirmary. There was nothing interesting to see in the room: "Mr. Excellence is always one step ahead."
"Is it over there in the control room? I haven't been in there yet." Superboy was very excited. He shook his hair coolly and showed his thumbs up with a smile: "Then let's go over and see how the situation is. But having said that,
, I can’t stand it if there is no electricity in my daily life.”
"Human beings are still too dependent on electricity. In this situation, even the Justice League has become blind, let alone ordinary people." Su Ming shook his head with a smile, and brought Superboy to the door of the monitoring room in an instant.
, the two men's cloaks slowly fell: "People may not have reacted yet, but I bet that the demonstrators will arrive at the entrance of the hall before dawn."
Superboy made a noncommittal expression. Of course he knew this would happen. It's a habit of Americans.
They themselves can't find the reason for the loss of power, but they can guess who can find it, and then they will put pressure on these people who are thought to be able to solve the problem, using moral kidnapping or venting curses to get others to help them.
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And after the thing is done, these people will think that it is all their fault.