Chapter 3283: Rags

Abandoning his plan to adopt a cockroach pet, Su Ming feels a little regretful.

He had already thought about it, didn't Hallie make a beetle queen as a pet on the Star Wars side, Su Ming also wanted to introduce Ezekiel to her.

They all look like cockroaches after all, and it doesn’t hurt to make more friends.

But Barry's words do make sense. It seems crazy to keep cockroaches as pets.

Although the abilities of the Doomsday Prophet are good, but the ability to repeat itself is too high, it is useless to keep it in a jar, it can't be carried on the shoulders, and it will make a fuss when it encounters something.

In this way, the cockroach jar went back and forth in the hands of Barry and Kendra. They even wanted Polly to play, but the girl with the parasol laughed and refused, because the creature she touched would die.

She just took the time to take a walk and feel the world of human life, even the spiritual world, not out to kill.

The group walked and talked, after all, they were not ordinary people, and soon returned to the place where the abandoned wheelchair was.

This anti-gravity bumper car can’t start to fire. Maybe the circuit is broken, but it doesn’t matter. It can be pushed like an ordinary wheelchair. There is a retractable handle at the rear of the car, and there are wheels under the car. There is a tool that can carry corpses.

Put the unconscious chief into the car, lift it up from the manhole cover and leave the sewer. The pink duck boat that the harlequin gave everyone was parked on the side of the road.

It's just that a policeman stood in the front of the car, holding a small ticket booklet in his hand, as if he was struggling with something.

This place is a bustling commercial area, and parking is not allowed on the side of the road, but the rules and regulations don't say that vehicles that are folded out of the balloon cannot be parked, so he is a little uncertain whether to post the sticker.

"Police officer, good evening."

Pushing the chief as the death knell of a stroller, he returned to the car and greeted the traffic policeman. 78 Chinese Network

When the other party heard the voice, he turned his head and saw a few of Zhenglian, but they were still calm as if they were facing ordinary people: "Your car?"

"Actually, this is a ship made of a bunch of balloons." Barry also stretched out his hand to pull the duck head at the bow of the ship, which is several times larger than the Rolls-Royce angel statue: "We will leave now."

Hearing this, the police officer slashed and issued a ticket, shoved Barry's hand, turned and left:

"Remember to hand in the ticket."

"We didn't stop the boat illegally, this police officer, please be a little bit accommodating."

Xiao Shan seems to have forgotten that this is not the real world, he really thought he was opened.

The police officer turned his head and smiled. The law enforcement attitude was quite good, and he pointed his finger at the chief in the wheelchair:

"It's not a ticket for parking violations, but you didn't install the baby seat as required."

After finishing speaking, the police officer left happily, with a faint laughter in the footsteps, as if he was praising his wit.

"Sometimes I get a ticket by the Midtown Police Department. They don't even let the Lightning car go, can you believe it?" Looking at the tall back of the law enforcement officer, the Flash looked at the ticket silently. The tone is full of tiredness of life.

The death knell shrugged and stuffed the chief into the trunk of the duck boat:

"They should learn from the Gotham Police Department. The Batmobile will never be posted."

In fact, it was not that Gordon opened the back door for Batman, but that the Batmobile has its own high-voltage power supply. When it is approached by an unauthorized person, it can be electrically bounced out.

Taking a video of the Batmobile driving through the street can become a small influencer on the Internet. Really think that Gotham didn't want to post a Batmobile to be famous?

No, it's just that they can't do it.

Xiaoxian sighed after receiving the ticket. He naturally knew the situation of the Batmobile, but he couldn't do it like Batman, so he could only change the topic:

"What shall we do next?"

"You run a trip and send the chief out through the supernatural power plane, Strangulation will meet you outside, and then you come back, we let Ezekiel lead the way to find the steel." The death knell immediately gave a plan without any hesitation.

The golden current flashed around the duck boat, and the next second Barry came out of the driver’s seat: 166

"Finished, and then handed over to the other people in the Doomsday Patrol. The consciousness should have returned to his own body, but he is still in a coma, what's next?"

Su Ming put the cockroach jar on the place where the car's electronic navigation is usually located: "Listen to what it says, and just drive towards the place where the end will happen."

"The Prophet of the Doomsday will start navigating for you, please enter the destination... Do you think I would say that?!" The cockroaches yin and yang were jumping around in the jar, and the bread held by their forelimbs was also waved vigorously: "I He is the most powerful prophet in the world, not your toy!"

"Godkiller, fly swatter...Okay, there seems to be a little bug screaming. I didn't understand what you just said. Now you can talk about it, where should we go?"

"At the 200-meter intersection ahead, turn left."

The cockroach made a gentle English gentleman's voice, thick and magnetic, as if full of intellectual precipitation brought by the years.

.............................

"squeak!"

The Fire God Sword accurately passed through the body of a vulture, and with the scream of the strange bird, Diana watched it turn into a puddle of white ash with a thoughtful look. UU reading www.uukａnshu. com

The same piles of white ash were scattered beside the deboned corpse, mixed in the red blood, as if someone had burned paper next to the corpse.

Seeing the end of the battle, the orangutan detective approached and started the autopsy. The magnifying glass in his hand made his face look distorted:

"So, you have been in Los Angeles in recent years?"

The person he asked was naturally the man who went to the Forgotten Bar for help, a former friend.

The man was covered with dirty bandages. Those bandages looked like patchwork of colorful rags, only his eyes were exposed, and the other parts were tightly wrapped.

And besides the bandage, he also put on a green hooded cloak, the cloak is also tattered, with bugs gnawing holes on it, like a curtain pulled from a haunted house.

The person being questioned came to the corpse and squatted down and closed his eyes with the holster of the dead person. Although some people could not see their faces, they could still feel his sad emotions:

"Well, it's all in Los Angeles...Mr. Berriman is a good man, he shouldn't have fallen to this end, who killed him?"

"I'm investigating, but it's not good so far. There are no footprints, no special smells other than blood, and even the surveillance video has been burned."

Bobo took a sip of the pipe, and his thick lips moved the pipe to the other corner of his mouth:

"Maybe our murderer is a demon who understands computers, but this sounds a bit absurd... Tell me about you, what made you who said'Magic is a sin' before, come back to the Forgotten Bar to find me again? ?"

The man covered in rags sighed. He knew that Bobo was still angry with him.

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