DC Tyrant

Badi's face changed from stunned to serious for a moment.

When Badi doesn't smile, his serious face will give people a huge pressure. In front of him, it's like seeing a mountain getting closer and closer. You look up, you can't see the peak, you can only feel It was buried by the mud at the foot of the mountain that was gradually moving over.

This is almost a kind of mental willpower, which makes people feel a huge pressure, and they dare not laugh easily in front of him.

Little Luther saw that Badi's expression became serious, and suddenly felt heavy in his heart.

The entire space seemed to be filled with pressure, making his breathing stagnant and slow, and a heart lifted.

"You go out first, then in this computer room, you are not allowed to step into this room without my order. As for the researcher who wants to run away, they can directly catch the underground laboratory on the first floor." Badi said with a blank face, his voice was calm, no A slight change.

Little Luther didn't know why Bardi had such indifference and indifference when he heard the name of the death knell, and he even felt a sense of oppression that the battle was about to come.

He exited the computer room and did what Badi ordered him to do.

Badi didn't become serious because of the name of Death Knell. He was not unfamiliar with the name of Death Knell, and it was not surprising that it appeared at this time.

Even if Deathstroke is actually Colonel Slade, Buddy wouldn't be surprised.

What can really make Badi's face serious and face up with seriousness in his heart is that he is too safe under the big environment.

Too smooth, too much for granted.

He certainly knew that power doesn't rule everything, so he became the **** of suicide ghetto, giving them hope, a way forward, a way.

Sam Lane went to the small town of Ston, looking for clues to bring down General Vic's position.

General Vic, prepare all the powerful weapons in the southern suburbs of the metropolis, to completely kill Bardi.

Things seemed to be unremarkable, as light as a puddle of rippling puddles.

Bardi was unaware of their actions.

But does all this have nothing to do with Bardi?

In fact, the central point of all this revolves around Badi.

Revolves around Bardi's alien identity.

He knew it from the moment Buddy knew the death knell was looking for him.

His alien identity has not been exposed. He even developed a computing speed and wisdom to a great extent through his sun-baked brain. He has to know it clearly.

The death knell is Colonel Slade.

In the same way, he can become a death knell without the help of a truly genius-level biological expert. This person can only be Jenny.

"Ah…"

Badi's expressionless face suddenly snorted, his right hand began to support his left hand again, and his thumb was rubbed in the palm of his left hand.

His body was erected like a stone tablet, and his eyes pondered deeply. Under the blazing light, he looked like a thinker with the beauty of Greek white jade sculpture, and he was very charming.

Deathstroke is irrelevant.

Of course, this is not the most important thing.

Most importantly, the sudden appearance of the death knell, have the confidence to find yourself.

Does that mean that General Vic still hasn't reported his alien identity, so the entire upper echelons of the United States don't know their alien identity.

Buddy doesn't think that the entire upper class of the United States is really letting him live in the metropolis and make trouble.

Even if human beings have different skin colors and races, they have to fight for life or death, curse life and death, wish there was only one race in the world.

You are proud of your own race and skin color. I wish all the other races in the world were inferior and inferior.

In the past wars, there were too many wars that were genocide because of race and skin color. There were too many to count, and the more they counted, the more cruel they were.

What's more, Badi is not even a human, but an alien in the appearance of a human, with power close to that of a god.

Is it possible for humans to tolerate themselves?

This is impossible.

All human beings, especially the upper-level figures, will do research on their own, just like General Vic, General Vic is a typical careerist, who wants to master, and also wants the power of Badi.

But now only the death knell is running alone, what does that mean? Representing General Vic's ambitions, he still did not report his alien identity to the upper echelons of the United States.

He still wanted to swallow himself.

"That's really good."

Badi's thoughtful eyes flashed, and suddenly his right thumb tapped the palm of his left hand.

He's been making high-profile appearances in Gotham, in Metropolis, and he's literally telling them I'm here.

He just wanted to see their attitude.

Bardi imagined many situations, but he never thought that he would usher in an optimal situation.

Whenever he stayed in a hotel, he had to be on the highest floor, standing beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the stars.

Every time he looked up at the sun, his pupils looked through the blue sky and clouds, listening to the movements of the eight directions, and thinking about it.

He stood on the tower of Babylon, raised his head high, and the sun branded his figure like a **** descending.

You thought that he just wanted to stand on a high place, under the sunlight, and say something like a devil like a god.

Heaven and earth, I am the only one

?

No, it is not.

He was looking at the nuclear bomb, to see if it had fallen on his head, the only sword of Damocles made by humans that could kill him today.

He looked at no one less, cautious and bold.

Caution to strictness.

I haven't slept once in nearly three months since I arrived in Gotham.

Even if you close your eyes, you can see through the eyelids, through the line of sight, from a distance, and never stop looking up at the sky.

As long as he sees the nuclear bomb, he will instantly calculate the position of the nuclear bomb from his head and avoid the center position, so even if it is affected, he will only be seriously injured, and he will still be basking in the sun in the future, and he will have enough strength to rise up.

This kind of prudence is already the prudence of responding when the grass and trees move in the breeze.

Because he wasn't really sure, General Vic knew how much he was capable.

In case General Vic still has another backup of his body cells, research data.

At the same time, it will supply the entire upper class of the United States, which will cause a monstrous earthquake.

Human wisdom has never been underestimated by Bardi. There are too many geniuses in this world.

In case they know that they are gradually basking in the sun and have become invulnerable, they will be able to resist nuclear bombs even more in the future. Will they be hard-pressed to kill and blow themselves up with nuclear bombs.

This chance is too small, but still can not be ignored.

Because of the existence of Badi, they didn't understand it, and they were afraid to understand a little bit. The fear they intended to imagine was the fear of Badi, and they wanted to kill him.

Of course, no one dared to do such a thing, not even a suggestion, because Badi has always existed in the city.

Therefore, Badi has been appearing in a high-profile manner, testing them.

What made Badi even more strange was that no high-ranking officials in the whole city mobilized these, nor did they receive any information.

There is no so-called upper-level people to contact them.

This made Badi suspicious, but also more cautious and bold.

He didn't know until the death knell came.

General Vic still sees himself as a pocketbook and does not let the rest of America's upper echelons know of his alien identities.

"That's really good."

Bardi put his hands down, a smile on his face.

The later he knows his alien identity, the less likely he will be targeted. Even after a few years of delay, Bardi is ready for everything.

As for the future.

The future of Earthlings will naturally be in his hands.

The question now is...

Get rid of people who know who they are.

Bardi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he tapped the huge host with his hand.

"I wanted to see you right away, Hera, but it seems to be a while later."

Bardi smiled, said goodbye to the host, and left.

The host's location is on the fourteenth floor.

When Badi came out and walked to the corridor, it was already dusk outside.

The sunset glows through the glass, reflects the glow, and reflects in the corridor, with a hint of warmth, darkness, and silence.

'Bang...crash! ’

The silent sunset was suddenly destroyed, and a green saber dagger pierced in and pierced the glass.

Bardi smiled and stretched out his hands to hold the green saber dagger.

It was… lucky, and… delightful!

A tall figure suddenly appeared, standing on the windowsill, the two-color mask on his face gave people an invisible deterrent like a ghost.

The sunset glow dimly reflected on his back, setting off his tall and majestic body with murderous awe.

His shadow grew so large that it covered Bardi's entire body, and a ribbon was blown by the breeze behind him.

"This dagger... once took my eye."