Chapter 3259

The members of the doomsday patrol looked at the three of them a little dull. The firewood in the fireplace crackled and the fire seemed to be dancing.

They haven't seen this side of Zhenglian members. Who would have thought that two of the seven giants would discuss the painting of their teammates with the death knell? Turning green is also a very uncomfortable thing. Why is it so not serious?

What do you think? Are you kidding? Must be?

But the obviously dominant bell was not in a hurry. After thanking Emily, he took the latter's hot tea:

"Suck..." with the sound of gently inhaling, he showed a satisfied smile: "Oh, your tea making skills are very good, better than many British people. If you don't want to be a superhero in the future, maybe you can open an afternoon tea shop in Britain."

"Really?" the element woman was very happy. She showed a big smile on her small metal face as beautiful as sculpture and added water to the death knell: "is there less discrimination against strange people like us in Britain?"

To some extent, doomsday patrol is similar to the X-Men. They are both freak teachers and freak students.

The leader is an old man in a wheelchair. The students are marginalized people who are discriminated against because of their appearance and ability. There is another group of crazy freaks against them. At the same time, the government wants to catch them to experiment.

It can not be as like as two peas.

According to the information known to Su Ming in his previous life, the first issue of doomsday patrol was published in June 1963, and the first issue of X-Men was published in September 1963. Everyone in the comic industry knows this.

Don't ask, asking is a salute.

"No, the British prefer to discriminate against others, but in order to maintain a gentleman's demeanor, this discrimination is often not said in public."

The bell dropped a piece of sugar into the teacup and looked at the millionaire chessboard on the table:

"Which one do you prefer? In the United States, the fools who hate you intend to spit on you, and they will do so in reality; but in Britain, they want to spit, but they will keep smiling at you in reality."

"Ha! It's really the British style." the film maker laughed, but he thought the knell knell man was very good: "in the past, we supported the British air force in World War II, but we had leather jackets. They only had soiled cotton clothes. Those Englishmen envied red eyes, but they raised their heads high and deliberately didn't look at our jackets every time they met."

"Well, maybe it's better not to say it."

Emily nodded. She seemed to be really thinking about it. The ability of element people is very strong, but she can't compare with element people. It's more like a low configuration version, so she doesn't have any sense of existence in Zhenglian.

The tin man was a little afraid of strangers. He looked at the death knell and whispered:

"You don't seem to discriminate against us?"

"Of course I won't discriminate against you. I also have physical defects. See?"

Su Ming raised his hand and knocked on his eye mask, which made an empty sound:

"We are actually on one side. My friends, physical defects are just external appearances. Smart people don't care about appearances, because I see more and farther than 99% of people with both eyes and live better than healthy people. The world depends on our ability to speak. We should stand on our own, create a better future, work together and realize heaven on earth."

Taking their one eye as a prop, the death knell triggered a empathy effect, so that the disabled people present nodded again and again.

It's actually very simple to join the psychological mutual aid group for the disabled. Just prove that you are also a disabled person. Don't you blend into their small circle now?

The tin man sat back, stretched out his thigh, turned his head to the other side and said:

"Touch it."

He seemed to have decided to sacrifice himself to make the death knell as a friend. He looked like he would die at home.

However, Su Ming declined. He was just joking, not a real fag:

"I just checked the materials that make up your body before. The chief is too fooling. This is ordinary high carbon steel. How can I say you have to change a promethium body, which is stronger and brighter."

"Yes, the steel body has a lot of trouble. It often needs lubricating oil and rust removal after rainy days..." the tin man is very honest. Although his appearance looks a little ferocious and his eyes are red bulb shaped, in fact, he is timid and has low self-esteem.

"I'll give you an idea. You go to Superman for help. Talk about the physical inconvenience now. He will certainly help you. For example, he will take out 'Superman gold' to replace you." the death knell is very generous and generous as always.

But when tin heard Superman, he hesitated, lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "but I took the initiative to ask him for help. Will he look down on me?"

"We're talking about Superman here. He won't look down on anyone because he has a shining heart like gold." Su Ming patted the tin man's broad shoulder and comforted him. "You can go safely and boldly, I guess. As long as you tell the situation, even if you don't want him to help, he will ask you to let him help."

After hearing the death knell say so, the tin man rubbed the back of his head and smiled happily.

"Well, the death knell, is there any way to my situation?" although the way to give the tin man a temporary cure rather than a permanent cure, it is also a good thing that he can live better than now, so the film man raised his hand and stood up like an army to speak.

"Please sit down, lieutenant. After the plane was hit by lightning, your body was destroyed and your soul was separated. The chief can only find some enchanting bandages to anchor you into a tangible object."

It's not difficult. Of course, Su Ming has a way, and again generously gives suggestions:

"There should be a way for magic to solve things that can't be solved by science. The chief doesn't have a way in the magic world, but I do. Go to zatana tomorrow and ask her to help you find a way. Just say I said it."

In fact, there are also chief familiar magicians. Willoughby Kipling, like Constantine, is an Englishman. His hobby is smoking and drinking.

But Willoughby, as a witch, is actually unqualified. He is not wicked enough. He can't play magic in DC if it's not dark enough, which doomed his ability to be very limited.

He is more like a magician, doing research work than a practical school.

Anyway, the negative who got a good idea was also happy and saluted the death knell. They held black tea and cheered for a while. Crazy Jane and element girl were also a little eager to try. They wanted to hear the advice of the tactical master.

"Cough!" the eagle girl looked at the death knell that quickly integrated with the patrol and coughed twice. "Slade, haven't you forgotten about Victor? Shall we go to the basement?"

"He's been in the lab for seven days, and it's estimated that he doesn't need us for a few minutes. After all, he should be wiped clean by the chief. Drink tea first."

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