The light in the kitchen is orange, warm and bright. In the middle of the night, the light from the window of the small house makes it look like a lighthouse in the wilderness.
It's just that what happened in the room obviously had nothing to do with the warm family atmosphere. The family fixed at the dining table had smiles on their faces, but judging from their constantly struggling body language, there was no word of enjoyment.
Generally speaking, it should be a good thing to have someone to help make breakfast and wait for everyone to eat.
But this middle-aged man wearing glasses has a crazy temperament, which cannot be concealed by his gentle tone.
The paper bottle cap with the thumb-up cow painted on it is right in front of everyone's eyes. The round milk bottle is very bright, and the milk in it is of the highest quality. It seems that you can smell the rich milk fragrance through the bottle.
But no one in the family looked at the milk they were given. Their heads kept shaking, trying to drive their bodies to break free from the shackles of the ice.
The milkman was standing by, staring at them with wide eyes, waiting for them to give them the response they wanted.
But thirty seconds passed, one minute passed, and two minutes passed.
People's struggles never stop, but no one says what they want to hear.
So the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his thick arms moved his trembling hands to slowly take off his glasses.
Originally he looked like a very honest person, but after taking off his glasses, the milkman seemed to be a different person. He was sharp and imposing, even his voice changed, and a few sticks popped up on his forehead.
Qing Vein, his face turned red, and he growled:
"Why? Why don't you want my help? Why don't you say thank you! I gave you milk, why don't you know how to be grateful?!"
After that, two white rays of light shot out from his eyes, accurately hitting the head of the old man in the family. In just a moment, with a burst of pink smoke rising, the victim who was still squirming just now fell into the air.
Turned into a headless corpse.
And this was just the beginning. In the next second, the milkman fired four more heat visions, killing the entire family.
After killing the people, he stood in the quiet room, looking at the breakfast on the table in a daze, as if to calm down his emotions, and closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, as if he was trying to inhale the gas evaporated from the heads of the dead.
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"Why do you want to be addicted to the Internet and ignore the people around you? This is also wrong. Isn't it good to have breakfast together as a family?"
It seems that his target is the terminals worn by these people. As mentioned before, these devices often exist in the form of glasses, earrings, helmets, etc. The Milkman wants to destroy these devices that turn people into waste.
thing, and just conveniently evaporated from their heads.
But he doesn't have any feelings of guilt. Many serial killers will be excited after killing people, which will lead to crying or laughing. This is a sign of satisfaction.
But the milkman didn't. His anger went away as quickly as it came, and now he had a warm smile on his face. He nodded politely to the headless corpses and said:
"You must remember to drink a bottle of fresh milk every day. If you don't drink it, you will die. Why don't you cherish your life? Don't do this next time. Goodbye!"
After saying that, the milkman turned around, picked up his box, and prepared to leave with the remaining seven bottles of milk inside.
"Why seven again?" Su Ming, who was peeping on the flying carpet, was speechless. He raised his hands and rubbed his face: "Okay, let's not study this for now. Ladies, let's stop him."
The three people who were gossiping about Eagle Man and Eagle Girl talked about the New Dynasty period in ancient Egypt. The sound of the death knell brought Diana back to her senses. She lowered her head and looked down. Everyone in the family was dead. Carrying the box
The milkman was about to go out with a smile on his face.
She seemed to understand something. After glaring at Harry, she picked up her sword and shield and jumped down first. With the kinetic energy converted from potential energy, she rushed towards the milkman on the ground.
Kara nodded towards Deathstroke, indicating that she would cooperate with the mercenary's tactics and see what he said.
What else can I say? Find a way to catch him alive. The abilities of this milkman and Superman are so similar that you have to catch him and study it carefully.
So after Deathstroke nodded in response, he turned over and rolled down the flying carpet. In mid-air, he had already taken out the "Five Finger Death Fist" in his pocket, intending to verify which category of Milkman's kryptonite resistance it belonged to.
kind.
Milkman's reaction speed was extremely fast. Diana's diving attack was not slow in itself. After all, she was also a good hand in close combat and was very experienced. Even when she wanted to kill someone, she did not shout slogans or make any sound.
This was a standard Amazon-style assassination.
But even so, the milkman still discovered her from the sound of turbulence in the air, and calmly put down the milk box in his hand, moved his wrist and cervical spine, and then raised his hand and punched her.
All this happened within a second. Ordinary people might not even be able to see clearly what happened, but Su Ming, who was behind Diana, could see it clearly. His fist collided with the Vulcan sword, and then there was a loud sound.
The milkman didn't move at all, but Diana was flung dozens of meters away and fell into the crop field next to the farm.
The principle of the falling attack in the air is similar to that of the jumping attack. There are very few people who can block Diana's attack.
But this is how the opportunity came. Milkman punched and stretched his arms. At this time, the old strength was released and the new strength was not yet generated. Deathstroke's attack followed closely.
A force choke with his left hand was used as harassment, and the strangle used two tentacles to cover the milkman's eyes, but the real attack was the glove on Su Ming's right hand that emitted colorful light.
Milkman was very fast, but Su Ming was not slow either. When his fist landed on the opponent's face, Kara was not even in mid-air.
"boom!"
A precise punch, without much effort, was enough to send the milkman flying backwards. After collapsing the farm hut, he fell several hundred meters away, creating a deep ditch in the farmland, and the soil was high up.
It flew away and filled the air with smoke for a while.
However, Su Ming did not follow up with the combo immediately. Instead, he shook off the house debris on his body and waited for the opponent's reaction in the dust in the distance. Is the milkman afraid of one of these five types of kryptonite? He should be able to do it right away.
See you later.
The dim moonlight fell on the ground, and everything between heaven and earth was silent, but the figure did not fall. He was still standing firmly in the ravine of the cornfield.
From a distance, he looked at the black and yellow mercenary. The expression on his face seemed a little puzzled, but also a little happy, and then he shouted: