"It's running well, and it's quite bright." Super Killer adjusted her Zoro-style eye mask and said to the orangutan.
The square was still a bit noisy, and the onlookers were expressing their own emotions and rushing to video and take photos of the tuning fork. Fortunately, the military was quite powerful, and they effectively blocked some people who wanted to get close to it.
The night was dark, but the golden light in Washington Square was bright, and a huge beam of light shot straight into the sky. Bobo had to admit that this scene looked indeed magnificent.
"It looks a lot like a lighthouse." The orangutan knocked the ashes out of his pipe on his knees and moved his shoulders: "With its existence, our enemies should be more restrained."
In fact, the monkey knew that he was talking nonsense, so he just thought of comforting the girl and himself. The enemy this time was different from the past, and he was a little confused about the opponent's approach.
After their large-scale attack was repelled, they retreated to chameleon-style special operations? Shouldn't they try a larger-scale, higher-intensity unique skill?
Deathstroke probably thought so too, so he was still waiting to see what the opponent's trump card was, but the enemy chose to 'skip', which made everyone feel like they were stuck in mid-air.
This is what people who set traps do. When the target doesn't step in, they will inevitably feel a little empty.
But it’s not a big problem. Deathstroke’s willpower is very strong and he is almost not affected by negative emotions.
"Let's go, the tuning fork is right here." Batman took out a wooden stick with a spider carved on it from his pocket and threw it into the square pond nearby. The mirror-like pond rippled.
He then raised his hand and touched the back of the orangutan's neck.
Even though the touch only lasted for a moment, it was enough for Strangler to transmit the situation of his exchange with the adjutant just now to Detective Kuroge.
"Where to go?" Mindy immediately entered the tour guide mode and stood on tiptoe with a smile: "Although I am not familiar with Washington, D.C., we can ask Mr. President to invite some locals for us."
"We're going to Los Angeles. There's a place we want to see." Batman said this, and he was already taking steps, and he was walking very fast.
"Are you going to say goodbye to someone then?" Minty looked at the surrounding troops, looking for the other party's commander, and the president was also missing.
In response, the orangutan just shook his head and reminded the girl:
"Batman never says goodbye to others. He only disappears when others turn their backs to him."
"Yeah, hehe, I forgot." Mindy stuck out her tongue, but she still looked at the tuning fork a little reluctantly: "So the rest of the Justice League won't come over?"
"Not for the time being. Invasions have occurred in many universes at the same time. They each have their own tasks to do." The fake bat answered her, and then under the gaze and crowd of the crowd, he came to the green belt on the roadside: "Catch
my hand."
He said this, and when the girl put her little hand up, he activated his quantum concept and replaced the space where they were at to their destination.
The use of quantum is still a bit immature, and the decorative bushes around me were also brought over, but it doesn't matter, just treat it as a gift along the way.
"Are we here now?" Superkiller blinked. She tried her best to identify the surrounding environment, and at the same time she gave up asking how the bat did it.
Because if you ask, you will only get that answer.
The black sun at night was still somewhat dim, but it was enough for her to see the terrain clearly. In front of the two people and the monkey was a huge basin. In the basin was a city. There were not even a tree in the surrounding mountains, only some sparse Gobi.
Plants, able to see the black earth.
They should be yellow, like the color of the Gobi Desert.
"I thought we were going to enter the city of Los Angeles." The orangutan turned his head, but he recognized the place and explained to the girl: "This is Burbank, which belongs to Los Angeles County. Look, over there is the Burbank Airport.
, when most people fly to Los Angeles from the East Coast, they will land there, and then take a bus into downtown Los Angeles, which is about a half-hour drive.”
It may be a bit confusing to talk about. What are the counties and cities in the administrative divisions of the United States? There is a city next to a city, which is like a riddle or a tongue twister.
But there is a simple way to understand it. If you compare Los Angeles to the imperial capital, then this place is like Tong County.
"Burbank? Is there anything special here..." Mindy thought for a moment, and after a few seconds, her eyes lit up: "I know where you want to go!"
This time, Bobo was a little confused. He looked at Deathstroke and then at Super Killer:
"So, where is he going? Even I can't guess, how do you know?"
"DC Comics' new headquarters, they moved here from New York in 2015, and it's the most valuable place in this crappy city."
While answering questions quickly, Mindy looked at Batman with admiration. This man knew that he would exist in a parallel world in the form of comics or movies, and he also knew where the other party's editorial department was. He was like a god.
Performance.
In addition, as a girl who grew up in New York, it is not wrong to say that Burbank is a broken city, because the tallest buildings in the city are only more than 30 stories high, and there are only a few in the city center.
Other places are either vast expanses of wasteland, sand or the Gobi Desert, and are surrounded by small two-story communities of residents, which are far worse than New York.
"That's right, I'm going to go to the DC Comics editorial office to have a look." If it were the real Batman, he might not have thought of this intelligence route, but Su Ming himself is a time traveler. Knowing that there is an editorial office here, he would naturally
We also need to try alternative methods to see if they work.
But there seems to be a bit of a logical problem here, that is, am I outside the fourth wall? Or inside it?
Maybe the so-called fourth wall is a larger cubic prison after climbing over it...
"Ah, I remember, you told me before." The orangutan held Deathstroke's neck with one hand and rubbed his fur face with the other hand: "You said that our past experiences, that is, stories, will be
Other worlds exist in the form of literary and artistic works, I didn’t expect to be able to see them with my own eyes so soon.”
"This is normal, Bobo. You have seen many parallel worlds. Have you never thought about why there are the same human beings in different worlds? Many things are common. Even different creators create humans.
It seems like I am following a template all the time..."
While talking to the orangutan, Deathstroke walked towards the high-rise buildings in the city. This small city is quite quiet at night. Although there are many street lights on the road, there are no vehicles, making it look desolate.
The gods invaded not long ago, and the red giants and the ancient creatures that followed caused some damage here, but because of their quick response, they did not cause any serious consequences.
Some people died, but how could a city that was similar to the Gobi Desert be destroyed?
This is not a big city to begin with, nor does it have a large population. It is famous because it is the headquarters of many cultural and art companies and because it is quiet enough.
National Broadcasting Company, ABC, the headquarters of a certain rat company that cannot be named, and the infamous Mouse Brothers are all here.
The city may be a little dilapidated, but this also shows one thing -
If you want literary and art workers to improve their efficiency, you have to throw them into a small dark room on the Gobi Desert. You can't even see a supermarket a few hundred meters outside. When it gets dark, the whole city rests and there is no entertainment life. This
Only then can they concentrate on drawing and coding.