Chapter 3452

The cave is wet and dark. The Jurassic air always smells a faint strange smell, especially in the airless place of the cave.

After a few steps, Su Ming stopped. He reached out and touched the rock wall, and then put his palm in front of the orangutan to show him.

Bobo has no night vision, but he has a lighter. The light flashes away in the dark. He nods:

"It's the Seven Star ladybug with red and black upside down. Are they an underground creature?"

"Probably eat mushrooms. Who knows, I thought it would be a social creature..." The death knell threw away the little beetle and let the Cape carry the orangutan to keep up: "things are similar to what I imagined. Be vigilant."

Just as he was talking, several red rays in the tunnel suddenly hit in the dark in the distance, just like breaking through the Dark Dawn.

But Su Ming was ready. He raised his hand and waved his lightsaber. Where did several hot lines of sight come from? There were a few stuffy hum in the distance. It must be that someone's crotch was on fire again.

Although Bobo couldn't see far away, he could still see the red rays. He immediately hid behind the death knell, felt very relieved, and made a joke:

"Isn't your move specially designed to deal with Superman? Just as Batman has various backup plans for dealing with Superman, you also have a unique skill of integrating psychology with reality?"

Superman is also a man. Even if his defense is very high, it is estimated that it will be painful if it is burned there, right?

There is another question. Is Superman the best spear or the best shield? Burn his own Tintin with his own hot eyes. What will happen?

Bobo also fell into thinking for a while, which is simply a philosophical problem.

"I don't need any plan to deal with Superman. I just kidnap Louise and poison her to control it."

Su Ming continued to move forward quietly, and the attack of clone Superman did not even slow down his movement speed:

"By the way, this kind of virus is called CTG Veronica mycelium black light alien virus. Even if Clark asks Luther, bald head can't solve my super suture strange virus. Compared with this, the infectivity of laughter virus is just a brother."

This is a very mature biochemical weapon. Marvel has agreed with those used earth.

"Sure enough, your darkness is higher than Batman. At least he won't attack Superman's relatives." Bobo smacked his tongue. Although the pile of names were put together for a long time, he didn't understand it at all, but he knew what the black light was, which was enough.

"He is a dark knight. Of course, he has a little Knight complex. Naturally, he can think of such tactics, but he disdains to use them."

Su Ming smiled and waved his hand, motioning Bobo not to hold it too much and couldn't afford it. At the same time, he used his lightsaber to mend the knife for the fallen clone Superman who was rolling in pain:

"I'm different. Sometimes it doesn't matter if I go too far to achieve my goal. By the way, do you want to see the effect of that virus? It can revive the dead."

He also pointed to the fake corpse at his feet.

Although I don't know why, the beast's intuition tells the orangutan that if he says he wants to see it, something very cruel will happen next.

"No, thank you. You'd better not play with viruses in the future. Although I don't know if you realize it, people engaged in biology are often killed by their own creations in the end."

Su Ming bypassed the corpses separated from his head and continued to move forward. He also encouraged Bobo to say, "the summary is very in place and incisive, so I added black light energy as the insurance for the virus. Don't you really want to see it? These cloned Superman will probably be better used after they become zombies."

"The virus with such a long name is zombie virus..." Bobo shook his head again and again. He hasn't seen a living corpse and mixed with the magic world. Who hasn't seen a voodoo corpse yet: "it's better not to use it indiscriminately. If the virus mutates, you may not be able to control them at that time."

The knell nodded, and he looked at hundreds of fake knell with rocket launchers pouring out of the tunnel in front of him:

"I didn't expect you to know virology?"

"No, I just thought it wasn't good."

While talking, these clone death knell opened fire, hundreds of rockets almost completely blocked every gap in the cross-section of the channel, and the air was filled with the smell of gunsmoke. Through the billowing smoke, you could hear those fools shouting slogans:

"General, general!"

In the face of this scene of ten thousand arrows, Su Ming just raised his hand and the force stopped all rockets in mid air, just as it was not an explosive weapon, but a flying insect on a transparent sticky fly board.

This is the force controlled object. Speaking, it seems to be the bright face corresponding version of the force's throat lock?

After mastering the force, Su Ming's wish to imitate the famous scene of the matrix in his previous life was finally realized, but he didn't encounter the right opportunity for a long time.

The difficulty of this re engraving is not the force control itself, but that I don't know how long I haven't met anyone who can hit him with bullets or shells

Today, I finally met two people. There are hundreds of retarded children!

It's perfect. There are a lot of rockets in the air, and the rear of the warhead is still emitting fire and white smoke. From Su Ming's point of view, it's like a grid wine rack filled with good wine.

There was a smile on his face under the mask. If he could choose, he really wanted to play with these knell clones for a while.

But there is no way. People can't help themselves in the Jianghu.

"General? Don't come here to play chess. You have to go to the park. Go out and turn left in Jurassic. You're on the wrong set. Hang and eat!"

As soon as the palm of the hand is pushed, all warheads turn back, which is the trick of returning one hand to the other. It is also effective again.

In the explosion, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the smoke of gunpowder filled the air. The strangulation took the opportunity to turn into a wave of tentacles, and poured into the enemy close to the ground. For a time, screams continued.

But it was only a moment. After a few seconds, the world was quiet. Only the smell of gunpowder in the air proved that someone had come.

"Oh."

Strangle bean sprouts and paste on the host's cheek. It said it had sent boxed meals to everyone of the pirated goods.

"Matrix, right? Jurassic Park, right? Death knell, I beg you to be serious. We're dealing with desad." Bobo, who is hiding behind, turns his eyes. He has seen all these, but is it time to play with these stems?

"Don't say that. If I'm serious, I'm afraid of myself."

Su Ming continued to move forward. He touched his chin and dealt with his orangutan companion thoughtfully:

"But as I expected, desad is a confidant of dakside. Uncle Da should have told him about my combat effectiveness level. He shouldn't think these clones can deal with me... But he still did so. It's a trap."

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