Chapter 1227

Naturally, this is not a cold joke. Su Ming, who saw Barry, was happy, but had not relaxed to that extent.

He really came to consult the experts.

In some mysterious words, Colonel Sanders, who manipulated his men to kill tens of millions of chickens and cattle, was close to the truth in dealing with chickens and cows. If those chickens and cows had souls, those spirits would still hover around him and howl, so that all the same people would run away when they saw him.

"My pet wants to eat that genie, and that's important to me."

Su Ming can only explain to Barry like this, and then pull him to the villa of Sandoz. Although Barry doubts, but also can only accept, he has been used to giving up thinking.

On a warm sunny afternoon, Barrie may think it's a good chance to meet his idol if he doesn't listen to the messy sounds from the street in the distance, but he still smiles at Su Ming.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave for three seconds and go out and deal with the chaos in this town."

"Go ahead." Su Ming nodded and let the strangulation change his suit: "I'm not Batman. Time doesn't have to be so dead."

Barry raised a finger and so on, and then turned into a cloud of lightning and disappeared in place. Within three seconds, sure enough, the streets outside were quiet.

He disarmed the madmen, sent them to the police station, sent them back to the justice hall for safekeeping, and then he went home for a bath and brought a gift.

A very ordinary bottle of red wine, Barry is a little poor, this gift is a good one.

Back at the death knell, he gasped, still wearing a pink ribbon on the bottle in his hand: "OK, let's go in."

"How about the research of static hysteresis force?" As he walked, Su Ming asked him.

Barry shook his head, and his expectant expression also weakened: "it works, and it's getting smoother, but since it's one of the dark creative forces, I don't think it's a good thing."

"Be careful. If the world is not calm enough, you should not be alone. You'd better be with Diana."

Su Ming told him to push open the iron gate of the courtyard.

Here is a small garden separated by iron gate and fence. It is decorated with beautiful vines and flowers. The black iron art is very dignified at this time. It is worthy of being the home of the rich. Besides the housekeeper, the villa of Colonel Sanders is more dazzling and magnificent than that of Wayne house.

In the distance, they saw the old man with white beard, who was sitting on the terrace by the pool, drinking under the umbrella.

Many wine bottles were scattered on the floor, and his chair was leaning on one side with an elbow crutch, and on the other side was a pumped shotgun, which seemed to be on guard at all times.

But he obviously drank a lot, and now his eyes are closed. If there is something wrong, he can't hit the target with his gun.

There was no smile on that face, and the hair was messy and haggard.

"Colonel Sanders?"

Barry raised his hand and waved, saying hello to his idol. Although he didn't think it was the right time to meet him now, he had come.

"No Colonel! Fried chicken is not sold today. Let's go

The old man picked up his crutch and danced towards the sky, but soon he lowered his head, covered his face and choked.

He has been selling fast food for 80 years. He has been eating fast food for 80 years. Even if he is more than 100 years old, he is still vigorous and strong.

As a result, a month ago, all supply chains were broken, and the world was in chaos. This is a crisis that did not happen even before the earth was flooded. Now, even the alien suppliers do not send chickens and cattle.

Not only did the year of villain come to earth, but now all intelligent creatures in the universe know that the universe is going to be destroyed.

The chaos of the outer planet is even more serious than that of the earth. Even Superman has to go to the universe to be a police officer, so as not to have a loveless alien with his family driving a spaceship into the sun to commit suicide.

Sanders is also very desperate, no raw materials, there is no fast food, what is the meaning of his living?

Thinking of the sad from the heart, and saw his favorite younger lightning, he still can't control his emotions.

Barry looked at the death knell. He was not good at dealing with such scenes. To be honest, it was embarrassing to see the old man crying in front of him. He didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"Take me there."

Su Ming nodded to Barry. It was useless to comfort such a knowledgeable person. To stimulate his fighting spirit, such a tool was easy to use.

Lightning man put his hand on the knell's shoulder, pulled him into the field of bullet time, and instantly ran to Sanders.

Then Barry made a grin and signaled that it was all over the knell.

Su Ming looked at the empty bottle on the ground, took out a bottle of Skywalker's good wine from his pocket and put it into Sandoz's hand.

"Colonel Sanders, I am the death knell from the universe of origin. You can call me Slade or sue."The old man took the bottle, twisted it and drank it. It was not polite at all. It seemed that only drinking the wine with tears was enough as comfort.

After pouring half a bottle of liquor, he belched and said drunk:

"I've been a soldier, but I've never been a colonel. In the early days, I just named my fried chicken nuggets as "Colonel's chicken nuggets." when customers came to my store, they called me "Colonel." do you understand? Now without fried chicken, there will be no colonel. "

Su Ming nodded with a smile, pulled over another chair and sat in front of Sanders. With an understanding look on his face and his temperament as a business operator, Su Ming instantly seemed to blend into Sandoz's aura.

You can see the difference between the label and the label of the wine.

Somewhat embarrassed, he secretly put the wine on one side of the table. He found a chair and sat down quietly.

The knell leaned forward and said sincerely, "I know your story, Haran. Can I call you that?"

Colonel Sanders wiped his mouth, looked at Su Ming and nodded.

Su Ming laughs, and the best way to prove what he said is not true, that is, let Sanders convince himself.

He took out another bottle of wine. After unscrewing it, he touched the bottle in Sanders' hand. He also lifted his neck and drank half a bottle. His tone became more solemn, as if with a sense of historical heaviness.

"So Harlan, do you remember what happened to your store in 1940, after World War II?"

Colonel Sanders looked up. He looked at the young face of the death knell, and looked again at the calm water of the swimming pool. There was something missing on his face. It was a mixture of sadness and relief.

"How could I forget that?"

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