Chapter 4369: next target

I was in a hurry when I came here, but it didn't matter when I went back. Su Ming carried Bobo on his back and flew back slowly along the way he came.

Soon, I met up with my teammates at the gate. At this time, everyone obviously experienced a battle. Except for the colonel, everyone had signs of injury, and even Wally had a small cut on his leg. mouth.

In fact, the Yongjia people still have strength, especially the speed is extremely fast, and the pressure is very high to fight against them head-on.

But now the aliens present are standing still like models in the window. They are fully armed and have become human captives and slaves. When they saw the death knell, they seemed to have a nerve reflex and said in unison shouted loudly:

"Dak Heng is here!"

To be honest, Su Ming only felt very embarrassed when he encountered this situation, as if he had a secondary illness and was discovered again.

Especially Donna and the others had strange eyes. It must be that halfway through the battle, the enemy suddenly changed sides and became one of their own.

"A very good solution, death knell." At this time, Colonel Sanders looked like a fried shrimp just out of the pan, with wisps of heat emitting from his body. It was obvious that he was the main force in blocking the enemy just now: "If you don't plan to ask for these foreigners Starman, why don’t you just sell it to me?”

Deathstroke hates aliens. Many people know this. In the eyes of this dark man, aliens are not even as important as cows and horses, but rather annoying things like cockroaches or flies.

But Colonel Sanders doesn't hate aliens. As a qualified capitalist, he only sees a group of cheap labor.

As long as he could peel potatoes, feed chickens, and drive delivery trucks, he didn't care what race the workforce was.

"I am indeed going to let them take off their equipment, and then go to space to jump stars together." Su Ming replied simply, and then asked the adjutant to gather the controlled slaves: "But since the colonel wants to buy them, I will sell them all to you." , you can talk to my adjutant about this matter, and just give me something."

The Yongga people are tall, and their armor cannot be worn by ordinary people on earth, but it doesn't matter, just ask the adjutant to make some bionics that are one size bigger.

In the past, androids were only used to pick up customers in Contracia, when there were johns looking for oversized companions.

Anyway, Su Ming didn't intend to use Yongjia people to participate in the next action, because there is a death knell in the "My Lord", and I don't know how much that guy knows about himself, but the other party probably has something to counter the life equation. Therefore, these new slaves cannot go to the battlefield.

Either destroy it, or go elsewhere to shine.

If the colonel wants to buy it, the death knell will be sold to him. The slave trade in the universe has always been a pillar industry.

In order to thank the colonel for his help today, Su Ming is also willing to give him a discounted price, it doesn't matter how much money he makes, anyway, these millions of Yongjia slaves are equivalent to being picked up for nothing.

"Very well, since you have controlled the situation, I should leave too." The colonel pulled out a white suit from behind as if by magic, twirled it smartly, and returned to the original gentle and kind Appearance: "The next ones you have to deal with are all mental patients, right? That's not my job for the old man."

"Hehe, that's right, we should deal with the Yongjia people first, because they are soft persimmons among the seven forces." Su Ming smiled and shook hands with the colonel, and the two bid farewell: "The next enemies will only become crazier than one. , so crazy that I'm not even sure if the Anti-Life Equation will work on them."

For example, will people infected with the Laughing Virus be controlled by the Anti-Life Equation?

Past experience tells Su Ming that it seems impossible, because Darkseid has nothing to do with the Laughing Bat.

"Oh, that sounds really interesting." The colonel also smiled, and after embracing the death knell, he turned and waved his hands: "But unfortunately, I can't act with you, the factory has so many alien employees to join the job, I have to Go back and make arrangements, you can’t be sloppy in doing business.”

"I understand, business comes first, and I'm a businessman too, haha." The supreme mage nodded, expressing that he also understands, making money, don't be fooled: "Thank you for your help today, I wrote a song for KFC , called 'Chicken, you are so delicious', and the adjutant sent it to you later, it is my little thanks."

Sanders was a little surprised. He didn't know that a mercenary like Deathstroke could write songs, but after all, it was a good intention, so he accepted it.

Just like that, the old man leaned on his crutches and walked towards a corridor with the basketball that the death knell forced on him for some reason when he was parting. After turning a corner, he disappeared like this.

Soon, the adjutant began to order the Yongjia slaves to take off their high-tech equipment, line up, and teleport away one by one. This must have been a negotiated price, and it was time for them to enter the factory to work.

In a few breaths, only Death Knell and his teammates were left on the originally lively street. Everyone was bandaging his wound while watching him, waiting for the next order.

Are you going back to Earth to deal with the last 52 coalition forces?

"Now we have killed the Yongjia tribe representing y~www.NovelMTL.com~ It is also known that the old man in green robe is m, the death knell who can use magic is d, and the last fifty-two legion is l... "Wally is holding a tender cow Wufang in his hand, which should be bought from the colonel. He needs to eat to replenish his strength: "Who is our next target?"

The smell of fried chicken was still lingering in the air, but after watching the scene where the colonel fed the aliens, presumably other people didn't want to eat fried chicken in a short time.

Regarding the Flashman's question, Su Ming called everyone closer and ordered the adjutant to send someone to take over the fleet. At the same time, he took off the cloak behind him and prepared to lead the team away:

"The strategy is to let the heroes on the earth stand up first. With Zhakang and Green Arrow here, it won't be a problem for them to stand up for ten and a half months. We need to eliminate external threats first, so the next goal is to represent R. O Rao, have any of you heard of this name?"

"I've heard of it." Donna was rubbing the bruise on her face, and the corners of her mouth were still a little bloody: "It's like the Amazons shouting Hera's name when they are excited, and ordinary people shouting my God. , Clark in some cases, he will say the name, such as 'Rao is on top' or something like that."

"The Kryptonian culture doesn't seem to have brought him any positive effects." Su Ming smiled, and he led everyone back to the universe: "The code of life in his rescue capsule records the existence of the God of Krypton, Rao, But this kind of superstition is really unacceptable."

"So, what do you mean?" Bobo urged Deathstroke to hold on, puffing on a cigarette.

Death Bell touched the badge of the laughing craftsman on his chest, lowered his head so that his expression could not be seen, only the cigarette **** in his mouth glowed slightly, and his voice followed:

"We're going to find this alien **** that Superman believes in, and kill him."