The poor cockroach returned to the sink and took a bite of candy and another bite of lemon peel, probably recalling the scenery of his youth in the sweet and sour way?
Su Ming was too lazy to investigate. After all, it was just a cockroach.
But the last prediction made by the insect has an obvious meaning, that is, the earth is still facing a doomsday crisis, and no matter what the enemy is next, there is still a great threat.
Of course, Su Ming could choose to retreat, but he didn't want to give up in this dark field.
In addition to the bizarre and crazy twisted Dark Tower multiverse, the DC multiverse 1 has the most abundant dark energy. At least compared to the Marvel 40K universe, it is not at the same level of magnitude.
"Tsk, tsk." The orangutan holding the pipe made a sound. He looked at the death knell: "Now that we understand the matter almost, what are you going to do next?"
"The Origin wants something from us, but its gadgets only have pure malice toward us. There is a difference, and there may be room for action."
The smiling Su Ming finished his glass of wine, grabbed a handful of peanuts from the bar, strangled them and ate them, then stood up and prepared to set off:
"We will definitely face crises again and again, but at least it's not today. I'm going to deal with the world I took over yesterday and then move around."
"Okay, but speaking of it, I help you every time, haven't you ever thought of giving me a little help?" The orangutan stood up, wiped his hands with the towel on his shoulder, and sighed: "It's too much business.
Okay, you can help me pour a drink and run around the hall."
I don't know if it's because of the changes in the astrology and tides, but people on the magic side seem to be quite relaxed recently, and there are obviously more people coming to the bar to drink.
Although with the help of magic, there is no need to run around delivering drinks, but Tracy is still very busy at the bar mixing drinks and paying the bill. After all, in terms of physical labor, the orangutan can only do a quarter of the human labor.
My arms are short, my legs are short, and although I think I have a quick mind, it is not an advantage at all when it comes to working in a bar.
"You told me earlier." Su Ming rubbed the orangutan's head and raised his hand to press his ear: "Adjutant, send ten servo-type bionic robots over and pre-load the "Bar Operations Encyclopedia"."
As soon as the blue light flashed, ten people appeared out of thin air at the bar. These androids immediately got into working mode and began to skillfully mix drinks, load snacks, cashiers, clean, and even squeezed the confused Tracey.
Got out.
Opening a bar seems to be the specialty of androids. After all, Su Ming has his own bar. Contracia is also mainly in the entertainment industry, and drinks are relatively common here. Naturally, there is no situation where he cannot take over.
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Ten low-level androids, which together cost about 300 US dollars, were given to Bobo. He had a hard time in the past, and he had to go back to the bar to work hard after completing the task. It was really pitiful.
Now with the help of the bionic man, he can go to the side and lie down to rest. This is called being a boss, unlike in the past when he had to work part-time as a bartender, security guard, cashier, waiter, and cleaner.
The Gothic girl scratched her head and walked over. She looked back as she walked:
"Boss, is this your new hire? He's really terrifyingly capable."
Although the smiles on these people's faces seemed fake, they were really fast at work. At first glance, they looked like old people who had been working in bars for thirty years.
"No, it's the android that Deathstroke gave me. You can think of it as a type of robot." Bobo's little head raised. Even though it was Deathstroke's thing and not invented by the orangutan, he felt very proud.
After all, no one else received a bionic human as a gift. Deathstroke gave him ten at a time. It didn’t matter how much they were worth. This meant that they had a good relationship.
“Cool~~~”
The girl looked at Deathstroke with admiration. Of course, she was still Harley's fan girl, and the one she admired most was still Little Jelly Bean.
"Okay, in this way, as long as the business scale is not expanded, the manpower will definitely be enough."
While talking, Su Ming looked at the bar again. The Forgotten Tavern in the pocket space actually has room for expansion, but it requires a professional sorcerer to operate it, and it needs to be very strong. Bobo and Theresa are out of the question:
"If you two have nothing to do, you can go to Hawaii for vacation. August there is a good surfing season. I will take the first step."
After saying that, the death knell turned around and disappeared. Unlike before where there were light and shadow effects, this time he really disappeared silently, more like a ghost.
"Boss, are we going on vacation?" The girl stared at her boss orangutan with starry eyes.
"If your father agrees." Bobo knocked his pipe on his knees and jumped off the bar: "You can contact him. I will go to the back hall to sleep for a while. The death knell is right. Maybe he will ask again after a while.
I'm busy, alas, orangutan, I just have to work hard."
"Bang! Click!"
After breaking the target's spine with one punch, Batman stopped with satisfaction, stepped over the wailing gangster, and walked towards the woman who was robbed.
He picked up the handbag on the side, handed it to the other party, and said in a hoarse and sinister voice:
"Don't go down this alley in the future."
The other party originally wanted to thank him, but the feeling of bats was too dark. The woman took the handbag back and ran away, as if she was afraid that she would be eaten by a bat if she was too late.
Of course, Batman doesn't need any thanks at all for this kind of thing. Being able to patrol Gotham and play with his figures is the best compliment to himself.
He would find pleasure in a battle of wits with lunatics, venting the hidden anger in his heart on the enemies blocking his way, and inflicting unforgettable fear on criminals.
He knows that he is sick and mentally ill, but he does not intend to change because this is the only way to play the game in this city.
After sizing up the fallen street villains around him and making sure that they were all at least high-level paraplegics, the expressionless Batman shot the hook lock into the sky, and with the high-frequency buzzing sound when retracting the line, he flew towards
Sky.
The cloak can help him glide short distances, but he doesn't like flying very much, because as an ordinary human, his dynamic vision is far inferior to superpowers like Superman or The Flash. He prefers to find a rooftop of a tall building to squat down and slowly appreciate himself.
city of.
Darkness, madness, chaos, depravity, these words are not appropriate enough for Gotham. It is complex and fascinating.
At least that's what Batman thinks. There is no place in the universe like home, and Gotham is his warm home.
Walking to the roof of Wayne Tower in the rain and squatting on the gargoyle in one corner, Bat looked at the sea of neon lights below to make sure everything was back to normal from the previous power outage.
"My dear bat, are you looking for me? Ah? Hahahahaha!"
At this moment, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from behind, trying to cover his eyes, and a familiar laughter sounded in his ears.