Chapter 3449

When Bobo and his cloak sneaked back from the sewer to the center of the ruins of the water building, what he saw was that the death knell was playing a ball throwing game with several heads. Some headless bodies were fragmented, some were turned into meat mud or ashes, which were densely distributed around the position where the one eyed man stood.

"Alas, don't let me do such bloody things in the future. I can't stand that stimulation." With this, the orangutan handed the head carried in his fur claws to the death knell: "here, I have the head of the locomotive."

It sounds like a tongue twister joke, the head of the locomotive, but only Su Ming can laugh when he sees the boy's face full of surprise and pain.

"You, what can I say?" The death knell asked the hangsha to take over all his heads. He himself raised his hand, grabbed his cloak, put it back on his shoulder, and took out a handful of infinite gemstones from his pocket to eat it: "it's right to kill the locomotive, but why is it so bloody? It can't be seen that Bobo's heart is kind."

This infinite gem? From the time management bureau, they have several warehouses with tens of thousands of square meters, which are full of such things.

They are all real goods, containing various energy corresponding to the color, but they can't be used at 40K on the earth. I don't know which parallel world, which timeline and which Kang collected them.

Anyway, Marvel's diversity now leaves only 40K of the earth and seven subordinate parallel worlds. These infinite gemstones have no foundation, so they are all scrapped.

We might as well eat and play for the cloak.

The cloak caught the jewel, wrapped it up and began to eat it. It also took a corner and wrote in the palm of the supreme mage's hand.

Said the locomotive was killed by itself.

"Why can't I see this? That's your good cloak. You've gone too far." The orangutan was used to the strange aura of the death knell. He looked at the scene of hanging a superman's head on each tentacle and slightly turned his face: "obviously, it has some ways to kill the poor man, but it has to play. What kind of master it really is has what kind of pet."

Hearing what the orangutan said, the hanged crescent turned his eyes to him and bared his teeth.

Because strictly speaking, the cloak is a conscious magic relic. It belongs to the category of items and props, which is similar to the self-conscious God killer.

Only by itself, the symbiont strangled, as a creature, can it be regarded as a pet.

This orangutan is really dark. He must be going to blur the concept of pet first, and then secretly count himself in, so as to get close to the host and compete for favor?

"It's useless. Hanging me is a symbiosis of the death knell. I've seen through it for a long time!"

In a short moment, the detective had a plan for hanging. He decided when to buy a cloak and let it help catch a large group of female chimpanzees and send them to Bobo's tavern, so that the dark hairy monkey could no longer worry about his host

"Hmm? Did you play games with the locomotive?" Su Ming was not surprised, because after following himself, the cloak rarely had the opportunity to act independently, let alone fight alone.

It's rare to have a chance to play games with a must kill object. What's the matter?

So he was more interested in what the good cloak played.

The cloak digested the precious stones, shook its collar, dropped some pale residue, and quickly wrote lines in the ashes of Superman on the ground.

Because its speed is much faster than the locomotive, it only needs to cover each other's head and break each other's neck.

But it felt that it was not dark enough without the style of the supreme mage.

So it changed its playing method, that is, it wrapped the orangutan in the red and blue spider uniform in several layers to make him look tall and strong.

In this way, the locomotive thought it was clone Superman chasing him. He ran too fast to look back carefully, so the guy panicked.

It has been chasing behind, constantly putting pressure on its prey, making it run faster and faster, and running for its life in a hurry.

After playing enough, it passed the locomotive from the air, came to his only way, put the orangutan on the roof that no one saw, and became thin and transparent, about the height of the locomotive's neck.

The next thing came naturally. When the locomotive ran by, he didn't see the magic floating cloak turned into a transparent sheet, so his neck broke and his head flew out.

"Oh, good." Su Ming grabbed another snack stone for it to eat and touched its collar position with encouragement: "I also learned to use tricks. It is worthy of being my good cloak, but it is slightly flawed. You should give him more hope to make him feel that he can run away all the time, and then suddenly die. At that time, the expression on the dead man's head was more artistic."

The cloak floated up and down, probably nodding. It was busy absorbing energy.

"Do you really want to teach your cloak these?" The orangutan had a loveless expression on his face. He took off his Spiderman mask and took a few puffs from his pipe: "sooner or later, it will become the first cloak on earth to suffer from mental illness."

"It's not as serious as you said. What's wrong with playing games?" Su Ming waved his hand and picked up the orangutan carelessly: "its task has been completed. What about you? Have you found out where the black robed picket team is? Strictly speaking, they haven't formed a team yet. It should be said that the positions of those members in the future."

"I found out that those people wear black clothes all year round. The adjutant gave me some approximate addresses. I'll ask their neighbors. Won't you kill them?"

The orangutan suddenly smiled when he said this. He felt his face a little narcissistic:

"In other words, the ordinary people here are really good. They like me. They also ask me for my code and ask me to sign."

"The original plan was to kill and take it back to feed Haley's cat, but now on second thought, although they are antisocial lunatics who hate all superheroes, after all, the darkness experienced in the past distorts them. I don't need to be so cruel to them, just kill them and don't toss their bodies and souls."

Black pickets are neither good nor bad, but they have one thing in common, that is, they oppose superheroes and kill superheroes when they have a chance.

This is an unstable factor. Su Ming wants to turn the earth into a mutant Paradise Resort. Magneto and Professor X are certainly not afraid of those miscellaneous fish, but are there mutant children and weak people?

Don't doubt that if the black pickets are given a chance, they will kill anyone with super powers, men, women, young and old. Even slightly stronger ordinary people such as Su Ming and Batman will become their targets.

Those people are antisocial lunatics. They don't need evidence. As long as they identify who is super capable, they don't accept refutation.

Although the picket finally reached some consensus with starlight and the deep sea in the comic story, it was the end of the story, not the end of reality. Who knows who they will kill after the comic story.

Su Ming won't do such a troublesome ideological education, let alone cure the madman.

He can only prescribe medicine, nine mm or. 45 pills, one at a time, and put them into the forehead to swallow.

"You're really kind." The orangutan shook his head and said nothing more, but simply changed the topic: "what are you waiting for here? The fire brigade and reporters outside are coming in. Don't you withdraw?"

"Wait for someone. Well, it's coming."

Seeing the familiar blue light sent to Lorna and Anne who had finished their makeup, Su Ming waved to them and motioned the two women to come to him.

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