Bobo took a deep drag on the cigarette. He actually didn't think of it at first.
I thought it was a prank that Deadpool said he would take off Darkseid's pants when they met, but I didn't expect Deathstroke to actually use this to construct a new tactic and gain an advantage for everyone.
In the beginning, Darkseid used the concepts he mastered and the ability to modify reality to attack everyone. The injuries sustained by Batman and Superman were all his work.
But Deathstroke took a different tactic and started a battle with Big Cat in terms of pants, using emotions and cognition.
The situation can now be seen. In addition to Bobo himself, he thinks Batman should also understand.
Sure enough, there was a shadow in the darkness looking at the orangutan. When their eyes met, both parties nodded slightly.
This is the connection between smart people. There is no need to say anything, and they will naturally understand each other.
Look at the battle scene in heaven right now.
Darkseid found that his pants were gone. How could he, with his arrogant temperament, allow himself to remain naked for a long time in front of humble humans?
He activated his ability to 'make something out of nothing' on the spot, manipulating reality to create a new one for himself.
But the evil cat with narrow eyes that Deathstroke was holding just twitched his ears and lost his new pants again.
The dark tyrant probably felt that the PP was cold, so he manifested another one for himself; then the big cat shook its tail and disappeared again, and the cycle repeated.
Did you find anything?
Darkseid's 'reality control' ability, which could have been used to deal with everyone, can now only be used to compete with Big Cat in aspects that have nothing to do with combat. He was completely led astray by Deathstroke's disgusting plan. I no longer think about modifying the terrain or manipulating time or space.
He just wants a pair of pants.
Bobo can no longer remember how many battles he has experienced with Deathstroke and how many different enemies he has faced, but every time, Deathstroke's dark tactics always make his eyes shine.
This is a targeted attack on the enemy's character and shortcomings, making it impossible to guard against.
If Darkseid were replaced by Bobo himself, this tactic would not have any effect, because the orangutan has long been numb. During the days when he was working in the circus, he was watched by people every day with only PP.
Those circus guests not only paid to see the naked orangutan, but they also threw fruit peels and empty bottles at him, urging him to get into a ring of fire and do math problems within single digits.
As time went by, Bobo no longer cared. Although he was wearing pants now, it was no problem if you asked him to take them off. He even dared to go shopping in the street with nothing on.
But Bobo can do it, but Darkseid, the tyrant of the universe, cannot. He is too human.
After all, he is the ruler of Apokolips, a person who has been arbitrary for all eternity. His past experience and status determine his character, so he is not allowed to be so indecent in front of "lower creatures".
Darkseid has probably never been so embarrassed since he was a child, let alone now that he thinks he is the God of the Universe?
This feeling may be like living a lifetime, becoming the President of the United States when you are about to die of old age, only to end up shitting your pants while receiving visiting aliens, right?
Even worse, he at least has pants to hide his shame.
Many people think that the real Darkseid has no weaknesses, but Deathstroke has obviously caught the opponent's character weaknesses again, and they haven't changed at all.
That's right, from Darkseid's pursuit of Superman's team, this can be used to profile the dark tyrant's behavioral logic, arrogance and arrogance, which really haven't changed.
What a pity. Darkseid believes that the real Darkseid he formed after absorbing all his clones is the God of the Universe. However, the real God has no emotions and desires. If he retains these, he is tantamount to burying the truth.
Hidden danger.
The orangutan has seen through it all.
At this time, Deathstroke also launched an attack. He let the big cat float on the spot. At the same time, he waved the lightsaber in his hand, and the black sun with the white corona fell from the sky. The golden weapon moved towards Darkseid's head with the sound of space shattering.
Cut it off.
That wasn't the end of it, while he was doing it, he also deliberately lowered the angle of the mask a little bit, as if moving his eyes to the part that Darkseid wanted to cover.
"Ah."
Deathstroke chuckled lightly. Although he didn't say anything, the laughter sounded full of contempt and disdain, seeming to be hinting at something.
Originally, there was a conceptual battle with Big Cat. Both sides were using reality manipulation to determine whether a pair of pants existed, but Darkseid had to face Deathstroke's slashing and mental attacks at the same time.
Although I don't know whether this kind of mental attack against male humans is effective, Deathstroke still used it.
At the same time, Alberta also started to cast spells. Bobo couldn't understand what magic she was using, but he could tell that she seemed to be trying to suppress it.
Only then did Batman in the darkness speak: "Attack."
As he gave the order, everyone from the Justice League also entered the scene and flew into the sky.
It is still doubtful whether they can hurt the current Darkseid, but there is no doubt that their appearance as old acquaintances will add another heavy blow to Uncle Daxse's already weak face.
If you think about it, if you forget to put on your pants and go out, you can easily tell strangers when you meet them, but in the worst case, you can cover your face and run away.
But if you are watched at close range by acquaintances, it is pure social death.
Darkseid may not understand the concept of social death, but it doesn't matter. The change of color on his face shows that he somewhat understands it.
"Bobo, everyone is on board. It's time for me to help my cousin, but how about selling you these pants?" Deadpool stopped spinning the tights in his hand and squatted down to talk to the orangutan.
When I opened my mouth, a sewer-like smell filled the air.
This is normal. His entire digestive system is cancerous, and it is natural for him to have bad breath.
Covering his nose, the orangutan took two steps back: "Why do I need his pants?"
"Hey, you're still running a bar, why don't you understand gimmicks?" Deadpool moved closer and said with a knowing look: "I'll sell you these pants, you can find a painting later."
Frame it, hang it on the wall of the bar, and write the pants that Darkseid wore before he died. Think about it, how many people would go to the bar just to see it, and would be too embarrassed not to order a drink after entering the bar?"
Many bars with a rich history have various decorations, such as signed photos of celebrities, pianos played by famous musicians, and specimens of elk or big fish. They are all considered decorations.
Is it normal for Bobo, a bar owner, to hang up a pair of Uncle Da's pants as a souvenir?
"Hey, what you said makes sense." The orangutan looked Deadpool up and down, as if he never thought that this bitch could make such a reasonable suggestion: "But the money we use for 40K is different.
,How to trade?"
"It's easy, just pay the bill with drinks. Wine is also hard currency." Deadpool threw his pants to Bobo, and took out a Green Goblin skateboard from his pocket to step on: "You can hold the things first, wait until I come back.
Discuss the price, remember to watch my heroic appearance in battle, and cheer loudly, okay!"
After saying that, he activated the new toy he picked up from nowhere and joined the battle with a sultry body fragrance!