Chapter 3808

Residents are very realistic. When they realize that they are not death knell opponents and there is no fundamental conflict between the two sides, they quickly give up their hostility and even don't need captain rabbit's comfort at all.

Most of the people in the stronghold have gone to clean the battlefield silently, recycle the metal still useful on the mechanical Zerg, and restrain the bodies of their compatriots.

The atmosphere was not so sad, as if they were used to the casualties of their relatives and friends.

At the exit Canyon of the basin surrounded by mountains on three sides, there was originally a simple fence, but when facing the insect swarm, the Sentinels there didn't even have a chance to escape, let alone stop the enemy.

Su Ming believes that the collective consciousness type of this group of mechanical insects is likely to be "extinct", because they have no intention of taking away those human bodies, nor do they reuse the bodies on the spot, but simply kill all intelligent creatures.

"Can Jesse catch up with Jay? I know both of them on earth 0. One is a member of the American Justice League and the other is a member of the justice society. How can I say that young people still can't compare with their elders in some aspects, that is, there is a big gap in fighting will."

Bobo, who asked about the death knell, held his pipe in his mouth, and a pair of big black grape eyes rolled around. While saying high EQ evaluation, he looked around at the buildings in the whole stronghold.

It's like a mixed cottage of wasteland punk style, or a magical medieval European village. It's surrounded by a towering huge wooden fence wall, and inside are some strange looking houses.

Some houses are round and look a bit like wooden yurts; Some houses are like vertical toothbrushes, but the larger end is above; There are also houses that simply don't have doors, just triangular tents supported by boards.

These buildings may be for fire prevention. They are covered with soil on the roof. Lawns and flowers grow in the soil, so they feel like elves and magic.

But in addition to these, there are also many traces of time and space disorder, which brings an inexplicable mix and match style.

On both sides of the narrow streets, near some buildings, there are many obviously picked up high-altitude garbage.

For example, the door of the carriage was picked up and used as the door of the house, the dilapidated refrigerator became a sink for feeding animals, the Half Black Hawk helicopter from nowhere was transformed into a high tower for wind power generation, and a device similar to a giant 3D printer was placed in the largest building in the stockade.

Through the open building gate, you can see that it is printing a lot of paste like materials into bread slices

"Didn't you see the answer yourself?" Su Ming smiled and raised his chin towards the largest building and answered Xiao Fuxing's question: "there is a saying in the East that people are called iron and rice is steel. If they don't eat a meal, they are hungry. Do you think Jay can really beat Jesse who eats this stuff every day?"

Yes, the older generation of superheroes like the justice society really have strong faith. They can't get down the line of fire if they are slightly injured, and they have to drag the enemy to death if they are seriously injured. Now the surviving old heroes have to uphold justice in wheelchairs and urine catheterization bags. They have maintained DC's New York City very well.

In contrast, the three tier super British group of the younger generation is less like an organization with firm faith, but more like a club or interest group.

Members are going to have children, quit; Members are in a bad mood and quit; The members have changed to work in the field and quit.

Such situations emerge one after another. Sometimes you can't even feel why these people get together, because they seem to have no faith in justice at all. Joining and quitting the team is like playing.

The superheroes in the Justice League are reliable, but the eight people known as the 'big seven' are reliable.

The "justice Alliance Community" and "international justice alliance", "American justice alliance" and "dark justice alliance" subordinate to Zhenglian can sometimes even be inferior to Damian's juvenile Titan or Superman's son's juvenile justice alliance.

However, the dark positive alliance are all witches. The last thing we need is the fighting will of the hot-blooded leader, which is another saying.

Therefore, Jay in the village may have superhuman fighting will, but as a speeder, running consumes a lot of physical strength and food.

Even Barry, after a long run, will become like a hungry reincarnation, supplemented with a lot of high calorie food.

Su Ming saw some poultry and livestock raised by people in the village. They probably fell into the world with someone, but the quantity is very small. They should also provide egg and milk supplementary food, and I'm afraid the whole village should share it.

Jay is a flash. He will never monopolize nutritious food by himself. He may even give up his share. That's what heroes do.

Therefore, Su Ming infers that it is unrealistic for him to add a lot of fat and sugar here.

Then the result of this race is predictable. No matter how strong the will is, there is always a relative difference in the speed of the race between the top runners. The one with no oil and water in the stomach is bound to run less than the one with sufficient energy reserves.

"Your eyes are still sharp. I saw the machine a few seconds later than you." Bobo wrinkled his nose, climbed onto the shoulder of the death knell with both hands and feet, and squatted down in his exclusive position: "but what's the green paste flowing into the machine? Is the seabed mud mixed with baby vomit?"

"It's our food, an edible alien potato."

The middle-aged man dressed like a gentleman spoke again. He was the communication representative who stayed. Now there was no expression on his face, but it was obvious that he had some opinions on the orangutan's evaluation of everyone's food.

Captain rabbit stood up at this time. He smiled and hugged each other's shoulders. Regardless of whether others were happy or not, he took out a carrot from behind and put it into the man's hand by magic:

"Don't be angry, sir. Come on, eat some carrots. Vitamin supplements will make you happy. My orangutan man is a little cynical, and he often mixes with the British and doesn't know what food is. Forgive his careless words."

The middle-aged gentleman took out a handkerchief, wiped the carrots, put them in his pocket, adjusted his bowler hat, looked directly at the talking human rabbit and said:

"I am an Englishman. I used to live in Manchester in 1819. I am sorry that I didn't know how to eat."

After listening to the other party's words, Roger took a breath from his three petaled mouth, then quickly covered his mouth with both hands and shook his head back, because he obviously realized that he had said the wrong thing.

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