Under the bright lights, in the messy and deserted hall, Batman behind the podium only said a few words, and the subsequent speaking duties were handed over to Bobo.
In comparison, the orangutan can talk a lot. Although he is not a member of the Zhenglian, there is no doubt about the bar owner's ability to talk about things. He started from the establishment of the Justice League and recounted several major events. Through these events, the heroes
Their sacrifice and dedication illustrate the so-called Zhenglian spirit.
During the speech, he was moved to tears several times as if he could not control his emotions. He took out a green floral handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped his wrinkled black face.
Seeing Deathstroke play Batman so excitingly, I can't hold back his acting skills.
As for the effect of the speech, it's hard to say, because there is no interactive barrage to watch, but Su Ming judged that there should be no problem. People may not completely believe in themselves, but there is a high probability that they will not believe in their opponents.
,This is enough.
The enemy's several actions were all in vain, and he obtained new information, which was a small profit.
"So what should I do if I encounter a fake superhero next time?"
The girl standing next to him asked in a low voice. She obviously had some concerns. Who knew that she would encounter a 'chameleon' situation?
Yes, in both DC and Marvel comics, there are many chameleon-like villains. Some are superpowers and some are bionic robots. She has seen them all in comics.
But when these things appeared in front of her eyes, she was actually deceived. Now the girl feels a little ashamed.
"It's okay. Anyone who meets an opponent who can change their appearance for the first time will be deceived." Deathstroke, who also pretended to be Batman, comforted her and touched the girl's head: "Just be careful in the future. Generally speaking, fakes
After all, it is fake and will show flaws."
"Well, I understand. Just like Superman will always go through the door no matter what public place he enters, it is impossible for the orangutan detective to actively go to the front line, and it is impossible for the fake you to pursue Superman head-on. These are all details that I ignored."
The girl listened very carefully and began to sum up her mistakes in a low voice, which was a good sign.
After all, Su Ming will leave here sooner or later. He can't train Mindy to be the kind of girl who gives up thinking. She needs to have her own judgment.
"Very good, remember today's mistake." Deathstroke just said this, took out a batarang from his pocket and stuffed it into her hand: "I'll give you this as a souvenir. Although the result is not very ideal, but
You just had a confrontation with a super-powered enemy."
It's a consolation prize. At least Mindy didn't suspect that she was fake, which is worth encouraging.
After getting the batarang, she immediately started playing with it and couldn't put it down. She didn't care that she was still standing on the podium, dancing happily.
"Great, it's a batarang, and it's so strong." She waved it in her hand a few times, and the sound of cutting the air came from the sharp bat wings: "So do I join the Justice League now?"
"The team your father created was originally called the Justice League. I believe this is destiny." Batman answered her gently, and there was no need to say more between the lines.
At this time, the orangutan was still telling stories, but gradually, the reporters who had escaped before returned. They returned to their previous seats, picked up the recorder or laptop, and continued their previous work.
It seems that the two dead gods have also aroused people's curiosity, especially since the two corpses were still wearing superhero uniforms.
Bobo reached for the mineral water on the table and took a big gulp to moisten his throat. He ended his speech with a lot of chicken soup literature, promising that the Justice League would protect everyone and lead everyone into a bright future and so on.
It's his break now, so he gestured to reporters to ask questions.
In fact, the reporters didn't have any serious questions. There were a lot of incidents tonight, and the news materials were so abundant that they were already overwhelmed. What they were interested in right now was why the orangutans could talk, and they also asked them if they could take photos at close range.
Some photos of the dead bodies of gods.
Bobo didn't answer the first question and said he had no comment. However, for the latter request, after getting Batman's approval, he allowed interested reporters to come forward and film whatever they wanted, even if they took the corpse.
No problem posing for photos.
The reporters also glanced at Batman worriedly and found that after the Dark Knight just looked away expressionlessly, the first person to take advantage of him always appeared.
A female reporter pounced on the corpse of the god wearing a Superman uniform, and used a tissue to help wipe away the blood flowing out of the seven orifices. After sorting out the remains, she smiled and put the opponent's strong arm on her shoulders, and came.
A series of selfies.
With her as an example, other reporters joined the ranks one after another.
Bobo's judgment was correct. When there was exclusive news, these reporters all wanted to win the Pulitzer Prize, as if they were crazy.
The reason why the group photo was allowed was to mark the interview with their exclusive mark. This is photographic evidence that no one can steal. Those who want to quote or edit the manuscript can give up this idea.
Apparently the reporters thought so too, so everyone wanted to take a photo, but the orangutan on the podium was left out in the cold.
When people see that benefits are at their fingertips, they can ignore many things as long as they can ensure their own safety.
"Huh, call it a day, it looks like the effect is pretty good?" Bobo climbed back onto the man's shoulder. He took out his pipe and took a puff, then quietly watched the lively scene of the crowd with Deathstroke: "They're like
It's a hyena, or some other predator, but it doesn't look like someone who has just encountered a sudden change in life."
"People always have to survive. No matter how the external environment changes, people will try their best to survive by their own means."
Su Ming answered him while still waiting for Mr. President, who just ran back to the underground safe house, to come back:
"These people are all journalists, and obtaining news is their means of survival. At least when the human social system does not collapse, this is the safest strategy, and there is no cost."
"I feel like they are going to become believers of bats." The orangutan said with a smile: "At least they care about your reaction before taking action."
"As expected." After Yun Danfeng replied lightly, Batman pulled up his cloak, covered his face, and struck a classic pose, as if to make it easier for reporters to take pictures.
"When will the gold arrive? If I remember correctly, the central bank of the Federal Reserve is not too close to here." Secretary Monkey took another puff of cigarette and took out a small flask to take a sip. This was a reminder.
It's time to play the death knell, but don't forget the time.
You must know that there are several girls waiting for him to save his friends or clan members on the invisible flying carpet.
In response, Batman just replied: "It will be delivered soon. The darkness has already told me the news."