In the dark basement, Deathstroke looked at the Clark family in the projection, smiled and nodded, as if he was very pleased.
"Ah, this is what a family is like. It's so heart-warming. I did another good deed today."
"Hey."
Strangler said that was indeed the case. From the looks of it, Superboy-Prime still looked like a child, completely different from when he was outside. This was the effect of a family.
"It just has some weaknesses, I don't know if it's worth it." Deathstroke found a sofa and sat down to rest. The empty house was very quiet, but he could hear the neighbors on the street outside moving.
Emotions, blood ties, and interpersonal relationships are too easily exploited by the enemy.
"Huh." The symbiote thinks it doesn't matter. Judging from the situation of the Supreme Super, he trusts and respects the host very much, and there is no need to use new weaknesses to control him in disguise.
"That's right." Deathstroke lit a cigarette, and red light spots lit up in the darkness. Along with the sound of inhaling, he seemed to be thinking about something: "Adjutant, arrange a plot for their family about a satellite crash."
"Okay, Sheriff."
These are all templated, and the effect can be seen immediately. On the largest projection on the wall, you can see the script being performed.
To put it simply, a satellite chased down the Kent family's pickup truck for no apparent reason. Superboy took off to lift the burning satellite, but there was a kind of radiation on the satellite that made him weak, eventually leading to
After rescuing his family, he was crushed by satellite debris.
Next, the family members used branches and stones on the roadside, as well as various tools carried in the car, to rescue Clark before the satellite exploded.
The family helped each other and supported each other. After being out of danger, they sat in the car and smiled at each other, a perfect ending.
Of course, there is no radiation that can make Superboy Prime weak. It is just a simple script setting. His family doesn't understand it anyway, so it's not what he says.
After watching the scene quietly, Su Ming nodded, and the atmosphere in the family became much more harmonious. Sure enough, it allowed Superboy to show some of his weaknesses, which made it easier to promote family harmony.
Superboy thinks the same about Batman, right? He told Batman all his weaknesses, which gave Bat a sense of security. The only difference is that it is difficult for Superboy's parents and girlfriend to take advantage of this non-existent weakness.
That’s all.
But that's what it means.
"Five minutes later, arrange for a herd of bison to pass the route of Kent's house to create the illusion that a collision will occur."
After taking over the half-painted figure, Su Ming directed the next plot remotely. He blew out a puff of smoke:
"Let Little Superboy show his love for small animals, lift up his family's pickup truck and fly over the heads of the herd of cows without hurting a single cow hair. Remember to adjust the angle of the sun to make him look honest and honest.
Kind."
"Okay Sheriff." The deputy immediately began to make arrangements to stimulate the bison herd on the Kansas prairie through infrasound waves, driving them crazy and gathering on this road, and then projected the new script into Superboy's mind: "Although the bison are very large in size,
Hardly a small animal."
Su Ming, who was coloring the figure, waved the brush in her hand and told her not to worry about the details and just do the work.
Although it is said that Pan Lu and Deng Xiaoxian are the surefire way to attract women, this is only true in a world without extraordinary power.
In a world of people with super powers, it is more important for top power users like Supreme Super to show love and tenderness to small animals. This is tolerance and avoidance of the weak.
It was mainly performed for Laurie, and it was also a way to whitewash Superboy's past actions.
The script of arranging and controlling the fate of others is proceeding in an orderly manner. Deathstroke does not feel that he is doing a god-like job to be excited about. He is a person who values results, and it does not matter what means are used in the process.
Until a thick and greasy voice came from behind:
"Hey, cousin, I'm out."
Along with it, there was a pungent stench, as if someone was frying stinky tofu with excrement soup from the toilet, and adding canned herring and durian in the process.
You don't need to look to know that Deadpool is here. I just compared him with Superboy not long ago, and he knew it, and he appeared like a ghost again.
Su Ming put down the things in his hands speechlessly and asked him:
"If you didn't go home to find Xia Kaila, why did you come to me? You didn't notice that I was busy."
"Oh, I miss you so much." Deadpool pouted, twisted his waist a few times, and then lay on his cousin's shoulder: "I just settled the bill from Batman, this is not...hehe.
"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand in front of his cousin and began to rub his fingers. The meaning was self-evident.
"Oh, yes, I still owe you the balance for this operation." Su Ming took out a piece of paper from his pocket and signed the corresponding number and his name: "Take it, it's the same as before."
The old method is to ask him to go find Gin and get the money. If he doesn't want the money, but wants to exchange it for goods of equal value, that's fine too.
For example, cosmetics, clothes, condoms endorsed by Captain America, etc. These gadgets can all be exchanged. Bitch has many female friends, so the expenses in this regard are quite large.
"Okay, thank you for your patronage. I love you, Slade. I decided to set up a VIP consumption level for my Wanshiwu. You will be my first VIP member. The privilege is to use my anus whenever you want.
Can."
The smiling Deadpool took away the white strip, stuffed it into his pants and put it away. A pair of small white eyes on the mask moved to the numerous projections on the wall:
"Okay, I know you have no interest in my butt, but I didn't choose to get rectal cancer. I am also a victim. Forget it, I just heard from the veterans that you are helping Superboy with his rehabilitation.
Where is Shanhe, can I play for a while?"
He kept spouting all kinds of meaningless rubbish, which made the house a little more lively. In other words, it was like five hundred ducks in the basement, causing a headache.
"Xia Kaila and Death are still waiting for you." Su Ming glanced at him and saw his eagerness to give it a try, so he refused firmly: "Besides, didn't you always go to nightclubs on vacation in the past?"
"Hey, those things about going to the nightclub can't be broadcast either."
Deadpool smiled crookedly, sat down next to his cousin, picked up the half-drunk soda that Superboy had drunk, poured it into his mouth, and then said with a loud sound:
"Before, I found that my fighting power was still no match for Xia Kaila and Death's team-up. This must be because I am not popular enough, so I have to show my face more now. Besides, it takes a lot of brains for you and the adjutant to come up with these plans.
, I can also help you share part of it, for example, I have a good idea now."
"Why do I not believe it so much?" Su Ming narrowed his eyes. He looked at his cousin's rotten face, and Deadpool also looked at him affectionately. In the end, he could only shake his head: "Okay, I'll let you play.
Let’s talk first, don’t make anything too adult, and remember your movie rating.”
"Yes, I almost forgot. Now I have to fight for NC-17. PG-13 is out of the question."
Wade patted his head and laughed. He quickly recalled his plan and found that there was no big problem before he spoke:
"The dear lieutenant, can you arrange a giant dung beetle for Superboy-Prime? Just about the same size as Godzilla."