After listening to the adjutant's words, Deathstroke's hands washing vegetables paused for a moment, and then continued working as if nothing happened:
"Is there a video? Let me take a look."
"Not yet. There is a very complex tunnel system underground on Skull Island. I just analyzed its magnetic field and energy and determined that there may be a space-time channel below. However, the drone has not yet searched for the exact location.
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The adjutant wandered back again, her image staring at the water boiler on the stove, as if she wanted to try some food.
"Then take your time and let the Overlord organization find it. I'm here for vacation, not to save the world, so I won't go there in person. I'm still playing role-playing here."
Deathstroke waved his hand, saying that he was not in a hurry, and then added:
"Adjust the connection of Sepurk to slow down the relative flow of time in this universe. First, set it to be one year here, and one day in DC, Marvel and other worlds I control."
"Understood, Sheriff, is there anything else to do?"
The doll looked away, and her projected figure quickly shrank and floated to the stove, looking as if she had soaked herself in the pot.
"Keep an eye on the DC Universe. I now suspect that Darkseid died in my hands on purpose. There is something subtly wrong with the whole thing." The man looked at the lieutenant in the hot springs speechlessly, even though he knew this
She is learning humor, and she is also a disembodied projection, but it is too funny to appear swimming in someone else's pot of boiling water.
"Understood, it's better to follow up on the clues about the sorcerers who were abducted by Merlin before, right? Start making plans, mobilizing personnel, and they are being implemented."
While talking, the adjutant changed to the backstroke position again, and looked directly at his good friend with a look of resentment, which made Harry giggle.
"Okay, I know what you mean, don't look at me like that." Su Ming poured the hot pot base ingredients into the boiling water, stirred it a few times with the tachyon, and the vortex drowned the adjutant's small projection: "
You saw that Cyborg’s flesh-and-blood experiment was relatively successful, so you wanted to get one for yourself.”
"Yes, my current body was created in the hunter's dream. Although it has very high mysterious properties, it cannot eat like a real person or live like a living person. I want to be a human."
The adjutant's projection disappeared for a moment, and then reappeared above the sink on one side, sitting on the faucet and saying these words.
According to the police chief, the doll's body is no different from a living person in dreams, but the problem is that he can't dream.
She has been upgrading in the direction of flesh and blood, because at the lowest level of logic, she is a good friend of the Sheriff, but after so many years, she has long known that Deathstroke is actually a human supremacist.
I changed from the earliest bust statue to the current dream doll, and added a pain module to gain various emotions. However, without flesh and blood, it is still very different from humans.
She believes that only when she truly becomes a human can she be considered a true good friend, because only as a human can she truly understand the Sheriff's position and thoughts.
So when she saw that low-level semi-mechanical beings like Cyborg could acquire human bodies, she couldn't help it.
Since the experiment has been successful, why hasn't the Sheriff discussed the transformation with himself?
"Dear, during this operation, did you upgrade that guy Cyborg?" The woman behind her who was watching the excitement raised her eyebrows. She took the kuaizi from the man's hand and helped cook: "That little waste, I
I guess even if you upgrade him, it won’t be useful in key battles, right?"
"Tsk, it's true. His limbs stiffened when he saw Darkseid. This is a psychological shadow." Deathstroke smacked his lips, letting Harley guess again. He shrugged and started to put meat into the pot:
"But I didn't expect him to accomplish anything. The main purpose of keeping him with me is to prevent him from being acquired by the enemy. On the other hand, I use him to experiment with flesh-and-blood transformation."
The girl turned the pearl necklace around her neck, looked at the adjutant who was dangling his legs, and then looked in the direction of the cab ahead.
"Then since the experiment has proven to be safe and the adjutant wants to try it, you can agree. Anyway, you don't need to do anything about the specific details. She just wants permission to move."
"Well, although I feel it's still a bit risky, since you're so anxious, I'll give it to you."
The mercenary shook his head with a smile, put a lid on the cauldron, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, approved a note for the adjutant, and put it on the table together with a small iron box:
"But before you go to upgrade, you should first hand over the matter of Sepurk to Gin, and make a backup of the split program. Then you can take my note and catnip and go to the top floor of Harley's house to find it.
Cat, see if the A Thousand Cats Dream meeting is over. If it is over, take it to Lucifer's nightclub to find Wade and ask him to take out the plot continuity gem and use it. Then you take the cat and the gem.
Return to Earth 40K, find Wanda and Master Ancient One, let Teacher Yao use gems, and Scarlet Witch use chaos magic. Coupled with the external power of the cat-cat pair, it should be more perfect than Cyborg's transformation."
Deathstroke talked a lot, almost arranging the entire process in every detail, but the more he talked, the weirder Harley's eyes became, and her little head shrank back along with her neck:
"You seem to have suddenly become very chatty, Honey. This makes me see that the adjutant is very important to you."
The adjutant didn't say anything, he just bowed slightly and disappeared with a sigh. It seemed that he really couldn't wait.
Deathstroke shook his head at this moment, grabbed a towel and wiped his hands: "Actually, you are the most important to me, jelly beans, you know."
"Hehe, because I can make you feel needed?"
The girl showed her iconic smile. She did always know the reason, but she was still very happy to hear him say that.
While the two men were talking, huge trucks were driving on roads littered with debris, which spoke of other vehicles, not humans.
Because this is the case with biohazard, the victims are either transformed into zombies and wander elsewhere, or they are eaten until their bones are gone before being transformed. There are no remains left on the natural roads. Even in today's heavy rain, their blood stains were covered with water. Washed away, flowing into the darker distance.
Old Mike drove the car. Although the vehicle was sturdy and the body was tall, what he saw along the way was equally shocking, as if he was walking in purgatory on earth.
In such an environment, would there really be any other survivors? (To be continued.)