The orangutan went to look for the clothes of the raiding troops, while Su Ming negotiated with the cats and exchanged ham sausages and canned fish for a few dead heads they were playing with.
At this time, these heads were all chewed into pits, and their faces all looked like Wade's, with no trace of what they looked like in life.
But that's not important. It doesn't really matter who they are. The main thing is to know where they come from.
Before they died, and their brains hadn't turned into blood and flowed out from their seven orifices, they quickly let the strangulation take a few bites.
"Hey."
The first dead head, strangled one, tasted something wrong and said it tasted wrong. These are also clones and they don’t taste as tasty as the wild varieties.
Translated into normal human language, it means that this guy's memory only lasts a few hours, and his information is of little value.
The owner of this head had the memory of seeing a blue-gray-skinned weirdo with a lewd smile standing by the sink when he first opened his eyes. He released them one by one from the nutrient solution, and then used a strange device to instill loyalty into them.
Darkseid's subconscious instructions then sent them out to perform the mission.
But Harley was wrong. These guys weren't here for her.
Their real target is Poison Ivy, and they also carry some kind of super herbicide as their trump card.
Unfortunately, the person who gave them the order misjudged Harley's combat effectiveness and did not know that she had a heavy power hammer given to her by Su Ming.
Harley can easily use Mjolnir without professional training. This is the bug she found in the editor's chat card. As long as it is a hammer, she can pick it up and play no matter how heavy it is, and she can also use it to knock Batman and Superman on the head.
level of combat effectiveness.
Harley with or without a hammer has two different situations. When she uses a gun, she is like a street girl, but when she has a hammer, she is like a lunatic among the mad berserkers.
Why did these cats eat the corpses so smoothly in the previous videos? Didn’t Harley break all the bones of those people?
In other words, she remembered to save their heads for hanging, so she didn't hit them on the head.
"Desad sent them here, but didn't they see the specific location of the base?" Su Ming touched the strangled black bean sprouts and gave it another head to see if there was any difference: "Speaking of which, why did it start from
The skin of Lao Di seen from the perspective of these dead people is bluer, shouldn't it be gray?"
Desaad's chin is too pointed, and when he smiles ferociously, he looks a bit vulgar. However, as seen through the memories of these dead people, his face shape is fine, but his skin color is wrong.
Speaking of Lao Di, his position in Apokolips is similar to that of the butler, and he is also a bit like the chief accuser of the Marvel Kree people next door.
He has the right to intervene in military, administrative, diplomatic and other fields, and he does them well.
He is also the top torture expert and sadist in the universe. He manages Darkseid's prison. He has the final say on who is thrown into the fire pit and burned and who is left to be cut into pieces for fun.
Unless something particularly important requires special handling, Uncle Da usually leaves these trivial matters to Desaad.
In addition, this sharp-tongued old man also has some talent in science and technology. He once resurrected the sacrificed Steppenwolf and strengthened the latter.
"Hey."
Strangulation means that there may be something wrong with the eyes of these clones, just like cloning Superman and cloning Deathstroke. The mother of these people may be a person with particularly good eyesight, but the cloned ones are color blind.
"For the time being, we don't care whether Disad has a new mutation, or whether it is another homotopic in another multiplicity. Let's first look at the memory in this second brain."
Another dead head that looked like Wade was fed to the strangulation.
"嘤"
It means that it is still the same, except that the angle of sight is different, what happened to the second person is exactly the same as the first person.
Strangler didn't wait for the host to feed it. From the remaining seven dead heads, it separated seven different tentacles and inserted them into the eye sockets of each head to connect to the brain.
"Hey!"
But the result was not good. Douya shook his head repeatedly. These people were a batch of clone warriors. They didn't know any key information. Looking at their combat effectiveness, it could be said that they were all useless.
In addition to letting Su Ming know that it was Desaad who had been using clones to cause trouble, another piece of news he also learned was that they might want to target the Green of All Things.
Being so blatant, there is a high probability that their base is located in a barren place without any plants.
Another point worth noting is that it is currently known that Desaad cloned Superman because he was Darkseid's favorite, and cloned Deathstroke because he was regarded as the new biggest threat.
But the mother body of this clone is just an ordinary passerby, and there is no comparison at all. Why did Desard choose him?
If something goes wrong, there must be a monster, so remember it first.
"Bobo, I haven't gained anything here, what about you?"
Su Ming stood up and walked out from behind the tree. He specifically avoided Lorna's sight. Although the mutants in Marvel had a bad life in the past, a world like DC where everything can eat people is obviously not suitable for them.
For her, it tastes a bit heavy.
At this time, Polaris didn't know where to put her hands. She wanted to pet the cats, but she was troubled by the fact that these cats had eaten dead people. She could only stand under the tree and watch the cats walking around gracefully.
In fact, there is nothing wrong with the cats themselves. They are just hungry and want to eat. Their owner, Harley, is used to feeding them corpses. However, as the host of the symbiote, Su Ming has no position to say that she is the one.
Just remember that these cats pose no danger to living humans.
The orangutans were looking through the clothes and weapons piled in the corner. After Harley killed the people, Poison Ivy used vines to tear off their equipment and throw it here.
At this time, it was covered with blood and various unknown bodily fluids, and several cats were surrounding it, breathing in the smell of the clothes like salted fish.
This made Bobo, who had his back to them, feel creepy: "Come here quickly after you've finished checking those people's heads! There was a cat blowing into the collar of the back of my neck just now!"
"They are just domestic cats. They can only catch a mouse at most. Your size has long been out of their hunting range." Su Ming came to him with a cigarette in his mouth amusingly, squatted down and patted the orangutan on the shoulder comfortingly: "Here.
Feed this to them, and you will be their good friend from now on."
As he spoke, Deathstroke took out a sealed iron can from his pocket and asked Bobo to feed it to the cat.
"Is this catnip?"
The orangutan opened the lid of the box and recognized the thing. He looked at the death knell curiously and threw the jar far away. Almost all the cats rushed to the place where the jar fell. Bobo suddenly felt relaxed:
"I always thought you were a tough guy, but I didn't expect you would like to raise cats when you are not doing tasks."
"That's because you haven't seen a creature called an element-devouring beast. This is my backup plan just in case." Su Ming shook his head, indicating that the orangutan should do its work after eliminating the interference: "In addition, I also want to
Diana tried catnip on Leopard Girl."
"It feels like you are trying to persuade Xiao Dai to give addictive drugs to his old enemy. This is too dark. Fortunately, I am a good person, orangutan, and I don't have to suffer what these poor villains have to suffer, which is to be tortured by you."
The orangutan squatted down, holding his pipe in his mouth and sighed. There was no cat sniffing at him, and he quickly entered the state of a professional detective.