Chapter 3405

"Checkmate!"

"General!"

"General!"

Who knows that these dozens of fake death knell dare not surrender when facing the supreme little Superman. They even shouted chess terms and further launched violent resistance.

Dropping the empty rocket launcher, these people took out their long knives and short swords and jumped down from the opposite roof, as if they were going to fight with little Superman to win or lose.

Little Superman was immediately happy. He quickly cleared his throat and rose in the air:

"Well, I admire your courage. Let's fight openly! Don't worry. You line up first and then go together. Be careful not to trample on your own people."

Green arrow's sneaky style is obviously suffocated by little Superman.

What he longed for was a hot-blooded battlefield, a big scene of opening and closing. Hiding behind the dustbin was a bit of a loss.

So when he saw that these counterfeiters were going to be tough, he couldn't wait, so he enthusiastically told them to pay attention to their feet and don't step on others when they jumped out of the building.

Although they all seem to be the death knell, they seem to have incomplete brain development. After landing, they really didn't rush to attack, but whispered and discussed with each other:

"Superman said let's array first. What is array?" A knell stabbed the knell around him with his elbow.

"No, I don't know. Who knows?" the knell asked scratched his head with the handle of a knife, looked at the others and shook his head.

"We are all the same, you don't know, I naturally don't know." the other bell shrugged and stood up.

"Yes, it's troublesome. What if you don't understand what the enemy says?" A knell was worried and kept stamping his feet.

"No matter, general." finally there was a death knell that was a little responsible. His heart was horizontal and he made up his mind.

"Yes, general, general, ha ha..." so the people responded and laughed.

Their whispers are almost like shouting for little Superman. Super listening is that he can do whatever he wants.

But at this time, he was also shocked by the other party's mental retardation. After realizing that these people had the tendency to go crazy and lose their reason, he quickly waved his hand to interrupt them, chanted slogans and explained:

"The meaning of array is to line up. Will you line up? If I really explain what queuing is, I'm afraid I don't know how to describe it."

It's a documentary here. If the enemy is too mentally retarded, the program effect will only be just the opposite. Everyone will think that the supreme little Superman bullies the mentally disabled.

"Don't look down on people. We'll line up and wait for the general!" said a thin knell. Then he stood at attention, then rested, and then stood at attention. He probably meant to be a platoon leader.

The little Superman's mouth was open. He stared at the death knell people marching in line with small broken steps, looked right, looked forward, and then played counting.

He rubbed his eyes and thought he was hallucinating, but no matter how he denied the reality, the death knell was really practicing on the battlefield

Embarrassed, super embarrassed, little Superman has a desire to make complaints about himself, but he thought that the camera on channel 52 might be making a close-up for himself, and he could only keep the sunshine smile.

Today's earth 0's morning light is a bit dazzling!

In short, after tossing for more than ten seconds, the knell bells finally lined up in a row, each with swords, and constantly playing various moves, just like street performers.

But is little Superman finally going to start if he gets an amnesty?

"General!"

Many bells sounded very neat. They shouted slogans and rushed up.

The eyes of the little Superman floating near the ground shine. With the rotation of his head, two hot lines of sight sweep from the head of the left team to the tail of the right team.

After work, the melted asphalt on the ground is still emitting light smoke, and these death knell are dead in a different place in an instant.

Because the high temperature burned the wound section, the flesh and trachea were carbonized, and there was no blood flowing out, so the scene was not very bloody.

But it doesn't matter. The battle process is a little sloppy, but little Superman knows that there are always clips to make up for it. He recently taught himself some directing courses and knows that what he has to do now is to shoot a scene at the end of the battle.

So he turned and floated higher, making his side face look more light and shadow in the morning sun. With a faint smile, he said firmly in a forthright and heroic tone:

"What a tough opponent! Our battle has always been so difficult, but! As one of the strongest superheroes on earth, I am duty bound to face danger! I must protect everyone, even if I bet my life!"

It's always quiet in the morning when there is no electricity and no one goes out. A crow flies in the sky. When he sees little Superman, he runs for his life with his tail.

It didn't even dare to shout, because the atmosphere on the ground was so embarrassing that if it made a sound, it might be silenced.

"... alas, can't I keep up with the times? Now superheroes must have psychosis?" the green arrow poked his head from behind the dustbin with a numb face. He only saw that little Superman mercilessly slaughtered those people.

It's over in a flash of red light. Where's the battle?

There was only one massacre. After killing so many people, little Superman began to perform in a place where there was no one. This is the death knell of the different world. What medicine did he take?

But the little Superman heard the green arrow Tucao but didn't make complaints about it. He put the rocket in his hand and put it neatly on the roadside, and waved to Oliver.

"Come on, my friend, I just killed all the robots in this street. You can come and check these fake knell bells."

"When... Yes, I can't see the speed of light." the green arrow got up from his ex-wife and reached out to help the woman protected by himself: "come on, don't worry... Hiss!"

However, after picking up his ex-wife, Oliver took a breath, because Dana's face was covered with all kinds of rotten or half digested things. It looked like Gotham's "mud face" was pooped by a bird, and it was still a bird no smaller than an ostrich.

The Canary raised his hand, opened the sludge in his eyes, ejected two small mud balls from his nostrils and stared at him angrily.

"Pa!"

Before he spoke, his ex-wife slapped him in the face, but then she cried and shrunk to another corner to wipe her face.

She didn't want to talk because she was afraid of eating anything she didn't want to eat.

Oliver swallowed his saliva and couldn't find how to explain. He had to walk out of the alley with a palm print on his face. He came to little Superman with a sigh.

For the latter's sympathetic shoulder slap, he showed a bitter smile, but immediately squatted next to the body for examination and entered a professional state.

"These death knell bells are all fakes, no doubt, and they may be clones from different worlds." he took off each other's masks one by one to ensure that they all look the same: "their brains are not fully developed, and they don't even know you. They may be cannon fodder thrown out of some equipment in advance. It seems that our enemies are a little worried."

Little Superman nodded silently, showing a thoughtful expression and added:

"They've been calling general, general. Is there a parallel world that uses chess to represent combat effectiveness?"

The green arrow was almost destroyed by such an abrupt idea. He opened his mouth and sighed:

"No, that's just a catchphrase. It's the oldest kind of cold joke. Except for the death knell we know, all other knell like the word."

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