Seeing Deathstroke entering the bar with his cousin, Bobo threw the white towel on his shoulders to the ground, looked unwelcome, and let out a gorilla cry:
"Slade, why did you bring him to my bar again? The air here is terrible. I may have to do business at night!"
This is Bobo's home. When he is not doing tasks, he lives in the bar. After the last action together, he still has not forgotten the power of Deadpool.
What a human cannon, what a body fragrance attack, I can’t forget it at all.
"Why are you saying so heartlessly, little gorilla? I thought we were friends a long time ago." Deadpool took an inverted chair from the table and sat down with a "buji" sound.
I don’t know what organ in his body he crushed: “Besides, you don’t have a single customer here today, so there’s no business at all.”
Just like what Deadpool said, there was no one in the pub. Even the electric fan above the head was not spinning. Only the jukebox next to the door was weakly playing a country music.
It’s that song, Country Road, that takes me back to my hometown.
The move of Multiverse 1 into the Marvel Universe is naturally not a big deal for ordinary people. After all, there are no changes in daily life.
But for the sorcerers, many people have suffered, especially those who use the power system of heaven and hell. Now they have encountered the duel between two generations of gods, and their souls are jumping like a disco on a blade.
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Under such circumstances, who would have the heart to come here to drink and brag? Why not quickly write your suicide note at home and then do something to make up for your regrets?
If a person can still move before death, many people will want to make up for their regrets. Haha, but I usually never think of it. It's so funny.
"Well, although I don't want to admit it, you are right. There is no business at all today, Fake."
Picking up the towel used to wipe the table, Bobo sat listlessly on the bar, picked himself up a glass of beer from the faucet, and drank most of it:
"I hope nothing will happen again involving the energy operation of the multiverse. Otherwise, if all my customers die, it will be difficult for this bar to continue operating."
This bar is a relic left to him by a good friend. He must run it well, which has a lot to do with it.
"I don't think so. You can be open to superheroes." The bartender lying on the side playing with her mobile phone waved to the death knell. She seemed very energetic, probably because she had slept well recently: "I went to visit Justice
There is no place to sell drinks in the lobby."
"That's because you're not looking in the right place, little girl."
The cat jumped lightly, flew more than ten meters like a cloud, and landed on the bar:
"In the public exhibition area of the Hall of Justice, under the second-floor elevator facing an artificial satellite, there is a shop selling souvenirs. There is a door behind the shop, which leads to the bar owned by the Demon Lord. He is yours
direct competitors."
The Grand Wizard Mordor is a famous dark wizard and one of the most powerful spellcasters recognized in the DC universe. He is also the spokesperson for the concept of 'Chaos'. He is very powerful and is the only one known so far who can compete with Zatanna.
The person who speaks magic against.
His bar is also a business establishment for sorcerers. It also has countless entrances all over the world. One of the entrances is in the Hall of Justice. This is due to some kind of agreement between him and the Justice League Dark.
Magic is a dark art, and he often promotes this art and does many evil things, but he also helps the Dark Zhenglian a lot.
So the relationship is quite complicated.
Usually, the business there mainly deals with black wizards, while Bobo's side mainly deals with the business of white wizards. Although customers are still free and can go wherever they want. If they go in and have a drink, no one will rush them.
You go, but this is the unspoken rule of the magic world. Wizards with similar stances like to get together with people who share the same views.
Speaking of which, the Devil's Bar may be more attractive to sorcerers, because there you can often encounter devils who buy souls, dealers who sell human organs, various illegal and dangerous magic materials, and spellcasters who are ready to take orders.
Or killers, all can do business there.
Naturally, the bar's business is better than that of the Forgotten Bar, which also functions as an auction house.
"Can it still be like this? Why didn't the Justice League ban him?" The little girl obviously didn't know this, and Bobo didn't tell her much about the dark side. Today, Cat's words dealt a heavy blow to the simple child.
"Because this is a deal. They have negotiated the terms. Children, don't ask so many questions. Just go back to your room and play with your mobile phone. You are off work today."
Bobo put down the wine glass and kept waving his hands, driving the girl back to the lounge like a duck. After closing the door of the small room, he looked at the cat who stretched out his paws to fish out the cockroaches in the sink and complained: "Sandman, this kind of thing
It’s better not to tell the little girl what happened in the future. Young people won’t be able to control themselves after hearing this.”
Sorcerers are also curious. The younger the sorcerer, the more curious they are. After learning about the Demon Governor's bar, the young bartender will probably want to see it with his own eyes.
But it's really not a good place. It's not an exaggeration to say it's the office of hell on earth. The bar is full of all kinds of lunatics.
"It's better to know more than to know nothing, meow." The cat used its claws to pull at the cockroach prophet in the sink. It was cursed by the old God before it turned into this disgusting insect. And the current situation, two generations later,
God's struggle makes it worse than death.
No matter how much the cat pulled it, the guy would lie on his belly like he was about to die, making weak and feeble moans, and was in great pain.
But the more it behaves like this, the more energetic the cat will play. This guy who used to be a Jew and is now a cockroach feels very good in fighting.
"Okay, don't play with it to death." Bobo continued to pick up his beer glass and filled it under the bar faucet, and then looked at Deathstroke: "Let's get down to business, Slade, are you planning to drink it again?
Orangutan, have I gone to the battlefield? I am already quite old for an orangutan, and I really can’t stand this kind of torment.”
"I'll give you a shot of the super soldier serum later. I'll inform the adjutant now and ask her to test the dosage on other orangutans." Su Ming walked to the bar and took out the heavy suitcase-like book from his pocket.
The big book came and was placed on the bar with a bang: "I came here today not to ask you to do field work, but to ask you to read the book with me and look for some clues about the 'Prometheus Domain'."
"What domain?" The orangutan adjusted the green deerstalker hat on his head and frowned: "I have never heard of place names. If you talk about the god Prometheus, or the gang that Zeus used to do.
, we do know."
"But what I'm looking for today is a place name. I've never heard of it, so I'm looking up in the dictionary." Su Ming picked up the orangutan, put him in his arms, and then reached out and opened the book. The green light in it
Suddenly it poured out like a tide, filling the entire bar.