"Why do I feel like you said it as if you were joking?"
The orangutan didn't have any special reaction to the row of aliens opposite the gate. He couldn't do anything anyway, so he was only responsible for chatting with Deathstroke to relieve his boredom.
"You don't understand, Bobo, our world is actually very complicated."
Su Ming, who lit a cigarette, slowly shook his head and watched the huge gate open little by little. He cast a sympathetic look at the aliens through the smoke and explained in a low voice:
"Let me give you an example. Suppose you are in business, have a lot of money, and sponsor a comic company. This small company becomes popular decades later. You ask the company to add one of your characters to the publication to promote it.
Business, do you think this character will be weak?"
This is not an example, it is equivalent to telling the truth. Whether Bobo believes it or not is another matter.
KFC and DC Comics have a long-term cooperative relationship. They are like a family. Comics are another promotional area for the fried chicken restaurant. In many cases, comic books even come with fast food coupons.
Similar to this situation is the Mercedes-Benz company. On DC's Earth 1, Mercedes-Benz cars will not be damaged. Even if aliens invade, the Wonder Woman in that world will use the car to smash the alien warships, and the car will not be damaged in the end.
In perfect condition.
The Colonel Sanders that everyone has seen so far is a ‘character’ in the story, and he may not even know how powerful he is.
But in fact, there is a higher level of financial support behind him. Let alone being defeated, the colonel cannot even be injured.
The orangutan is a very smart animal. After hearing Deathstroke's explanation, he was just a little surprised and covered his mouth. His eyes were wide open, as if he understood something, but he said nothing.
As soon as he spoke, the gate was completely opened, and both sides turned into streams of light and rushed towards each other.
The colonel took the lead and was incredibly fast. Holding a large pile of food in both hands, he also entered the super-light speed.
After three seconds, the battle ends.
I saw that the colonel's body was burning a bright red with fighting spirit, just like the fire when fried chicken is burning oil. At this time, he was grabbing the last enemy who could still move, riding on him, and ejaculating into the alien visitor's mouth.
Stuff a chicken taco.
"When you order food, you must eat it! Eat it! Fast food is cheap, but that is no reason for you to waste food!"
The smile on the colonel's face became more kind, like a grandfather who was worried that his grandson would not eat well, but the blood vessels in his strong arms were bulging, and his biceps were bigger than an orangutan's head.
The aliens would be worse off than dead in his hands.
The previous food must have been piled up to his throat, because all of his fallen companions had lost their armor, their abdomens were bulging, and they kept retching, but their hands and feet were not in control, and they tried their best but could only
Spit out some fried chicken puff pastry.
The last survivor struggled painfully. He kept shaking his head to resist, but the colonel's arms were too strong, and his hands were ruthless iron hands that had been in the frying pan all the time. He grabbed him hard and stuffed the last taco bit by bit.
Got in.
The unlucky Yongjia man rolled his eyes, tilted his head and seemed to be dead, strangled to death, with white liquid from the melted KFC blueberry sundae flowing out of his nostrils.
"Hmph, with this little appetite, you still dare to invade the earth?"
The colonel returned victorious and left behind a group of defeated generals. He knew this would happen.
When everyone walks into KFC, they feel that they can eat a lot and defeat Colonel Sanders.
But in fact, as long as one large glass of Coke and three hamburgers are consumed, a person is almost full, and eating any more is not enjoyment but torture.
Aliens are just like that, he has seen a lot.
After shaking his head disdainfully, the colonel took out his mobile phone and made a call. The sirens around him suddenly disappeared and turned into his classic song "I Love You Mom", and the lights became ambiguous.
A group of shirtless strong men didn't know where they came from, but they cooperated with the colonel and completed the dance perfectly, and then disappeared without a trace while carrying the fallen aliens.
The other party ate fried chicken but didn't give me any money, so he had to work in the kitchen to pay off his debts, and he wouldn't be able to get out within fifty years.
The music disappeared, the sirens came back, and the lights turned back to a flash of dark green, which is the color of the blood flowing in the bodies of the Yongjia people.
"Okay, Slade, a little aside." The colonel wiped the sweat from his body, smiled and twitched his eyebrows at everyone, his strong muscles shining brightly: "I have said it before, no one can eat fried chicken.
Given money, aliens are no exception, I will let these people peel potatoes, then, we will move on?"
Donna put away her sword and shield with a dull expression:
"...."
She didn't even know what expression to make. This was not the first time she had seen the uncle selling fried chicken. In the past, Zheng Lian often ate fried chicken, even Batman ate it.
But it seems that except for Deathstroke, no one knows that the colonel is so powerful?
But not everyone was inactive. Wally successfully pushed down an enemy during the battle, the one who finally fell into the hands of the colonel. The guy was trying to escape just now.
Shazam threw a shoe at the enemy and hit the opponent, so he completed the attack.
"No problem, Colonel." Su Ming nodded at the end of the team. He smiled and smoothed the orangutan's hair: "You should be the first one. There may be enemies on the road, so I'll leave it to you. I just want no one following you.
, come on, everyone, get on the flying carpet, let’s speed up a little bit.”
........................................
Along the way, waves of enemies bowed to the chicken legs, so that the corridor where everyone was walking was filled with the smell of fried chicken, which lingered for a long time.
The colonel kept an account of all these enemies and called a strong men's dance team to take them away in batches. They would be sent to factories and kitchens to work in order to offset today's meal money.
In fact, the cost of a fast food meal is not much money, and you can pay it off in three days of working.
But the extra 49 years of work is the labor they must put in to apologize to the people on earth, because the behavior of freeloading has seriously hurt the emotions of the people on earth.
However, Su Ming didn't care about these processes. The colonel's methods seemed a bit funny, but he was not a comedy character, but a financial boss, so it was normal for him to be able to tolerate it in DC.
Anyway, even if it were him who took action, the result would be the same, except that it would be difficult for these aliens to survive.
After all, Colonel Sanders is a businessman, not a mercenary. Any target is his potential customer. He is more inclined to the principle of no-kill.
"This should be the switchboard room, let's call it that for now."
Deathstroke walked to the front of the team. The lightsaber in his hand drew a circle on the door, and the molten metal rolled to the ground with a pungent smell:
"The tactical goal will be achieved soon. Bobo will follow me in, and the others will form a defense line at the door to block the enemy's possible counterattack. I only need a little time."