Chapter 52

On the way forward, waves of people in black fell down in front of them. Vike expressed her satisfaction with this. If possible, she would like to expand the news into a documentary.

When she had thought of the names, it was the death knell on the point of the knife.

With the dazzling pictures and her professional explanation, she felt sure she would be on fire. For example,

"when the first ray of moonlight in early spring was scattered on the land of Gotham, the people in black and yellow armor would take a sharp knife and set off from home. She crossed the road full of corpses and came to another world full of blood to play. This is an ancient custom of killers and also a way of life that people spend their leisure time on weekdays... "

" corpses are undoubtedly the common crystallization of biology and great killers. The tacit coordination of body and blade makes the warm and warm viscera burst out instantly and then smash, leaving only the simple fragrance and empty body... "

" it's spring, and I'm in Gotham's funeral Zhong killed hundreds more people; the black arrows in the South chose to use bows and arrows; the death shooters who were not far away preferred sniper rifles; Ms. Siva in the East chose to use her own hands, and the killers in different areas had their own characteristics... "

looking at the killing skills of Su Ming and Cindy in the crowd, she deeply understood the aesthetics of blood and violence The blood on the wall, in her eyes, gradually became like a painting with self will.

Every blood line, every piece of red damp, every piece of visceral fragment, seems to express something, what comes from a higher level of spirit and ideas.

If Su Ming knew about this idea, he would definitely give her a dove and encourage her to be a director and make films.

the present enemy is no longer capable of succeeding, and the two death knell completely disintegrated their will to fight.

In fact, for Su Ming, it doesn't make much difference whether hundreds of people rush in at a time or dozens of people add oil a little bit. The number of ordinary people is just a tiny problem.

Even in the various calculations in his mind, the number of these gangsters could not constitute a variable. In his mind, there was only a constant "the speed of advance in the face of a group of ordinary enemies.".

No matter how many people there are on the other side and what kind of weapons are in their hands, the speed of the death knell can't be stopped there.

Finally, after eliminating the last group of enemies, they came to two huge doors, which were beautifully repaired and were demolished from a high-end hotel. Push open the door, inside is like a study like hall, fireplace is still burning, but there is no one inside.

There was a smell of cigars and alcohol in the room, and it was apparently Falcone who had hosted Gordon, and there was no idea what they were talking about.

"It's three people. There are three people and a cat in the room." Cindy said, picking up a long black hair from the sofa with the tip of a knife, and the blood dripped into the cracks of the armrest of the sofa, stained with several long white hairs.

"Why cats?" Vico asked questions, and she wanted to analyze the next victim's story more from the side.

Su Ming pauses for a moment. Although he has a headache, he is aware of something wrong when he enters the room just now.

He sat on the sofa with a smile, took off his helmet, turned out two teacups, poured out the tea from the teapot and tasted it. The conclusion is that the tea that foreigners drink is not that kind of taste. The tea produced in South Asia may have some curry flavor.

The temperature of the water was still warm. Soon after they left, he did not rush to chase after him. Instead, he calmly replied to Victor:

"because cats are predators, even if they have been human pets for thousands of years, they still have a series of feline characteristics, such as secretly observing, decisively attacking, silent killing, etc., which are in line with the Mafia's positioning for themselves."

Cindy agreed with him. She sat next to Su Ming and drank tea. Unlike him, she was satisfied with the tea: "dogs can't do it. Dogs are hunters. Canines are fierce, noisy and crazy. They move in groups. Only the bikers like it to show their power. At the Roman level, they need to show more tenderness

Su Ming gave Cindy a look of disgust. He could drink such a bad tea. He stopped watching her tasting tea. "So we judge that it's a cat here. You don't think a big gangster like Falcone will hold a rabbit or a goat every day?"

Even in the feminist world, gangsters don't hold on to those. Herbivores are out of place with gangs.

Viktor recorded it with a feeling, and had a new understanding of the gangster psychology. However, he did not know why they suddenly sat on the sofa to drink tea.

"Why did you stop suddenly? There should be a secret passage in this room. Don't you need to look for it? "

She asked them suspiciously. Su Ming pushed the teapot to Cindy, picked up the wine bottle, changed a cup, poured a full cup, and drank it down.

"You only noticed that we found hair and cat hair, but you didn't notice how we found it?""Well?"

"Because when we come in, our hair and cat's hair are shaking on the sofa, just like seaweed. Our armor will not cause this reaction, nor will your equipment. What do we call this phenomenon? Cindy? " Su Ming took out the knife behind him and put it on the table.

"Large scale static electricity." Cindy did the same thing, except she put the knife on her leg.

Su Ming nodded and looked around the room with a smile. The fireplace could only light up a small area. More places in the room were dark.

"In general, static electricity is caused by friction, but if you're fast enough, the body's magnetic field cuts through the earth's magnetic field to produce a similar effect."

"Yes." Cindy raised the pistol and pointed to the other corner of the room, where there was nothing but darkness: "I've actually been thinking about why she's missing, because bat girl has never been an escapist. When she knows there is danger, she won't hide. Like a paranoid, she will choose to face her enemies

Su Ming took a look at her, but did not make any defensive action: "as long as a person passes by, it will inevitably leave traces, but the bat girl does not, which makes me guess... Since I know a lot of information, I have many guesses. Until now, at the moment of seeing static electricity, I understand how bats can not be found by anyone without avoiding them. "

Before entering the Research Institute, he and Cindy exchanged some views on the multiverse in the small supermarket. She thought that since Su Ming could reach the earth's minus 11 from the parallel world, other people should be able to do the same.

This sentence reminds him that the multiverse is a whole. What he does unintentionally can be done by others.

The room was quiet, as if he were talking to the air, and the camera shot all over the corner, and there was no sign of a bat girl, even at the angle Cindy pointed the gun at.

"It's a good ability to move at a high speed so that you can't be seen by others. But Barry, the world is in danger. Are you sure you want to fight two death kneels at this time? " Su Ming sighed, indicating that Cindy could put down the gun. He poured another glass of wine and put it on the table: "we have explosives. In this narrow space, you can choose very few routes, and my knife will wait for you on your trajectory."

He stood up, took apart the pillow he had brought before, took out the feathers inside and threw them into the sky. Although they were very small, they could still see that the rotation speed of the falling feathers increased, as if they were pulled by something.

"Since you have come after me as I thought, but you are only hiding, and you do not start first, I judge that you have good intentions. So you're coming out for a drink with me? Or are you going to be stabbed like your nephew? "

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