DC Tyrant

Bati's face changed from stunned for a moment to solemn.

When Bati doesn’t have a smile, his solemn face will give people a huge pressure. In front of him, it’s like seeing a big mountain getting closer. When you look up, you can’t see the peak, you can only feel it. Buried by the foothills of the mountain that gradually moved over.

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

Seeing Batty's serious expression, little Luthor suddenly felt heavy in his heart.

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

"You go out first. From now on, this computer room is not allowed to enter without my order. As for the researchers who want to run away, they can directly catch them down to the basement floor of the underground laboratory." Ba Di said expressionlessly, his voice calm, no A slight change.

Little Luthor didn't know why Bati was so indifferent when he heard the name of Deathstroke. He even felt a sense of depression in a battle that was about to come.

He withdrew from the computer room and did what Bati ordered him to do.

Ba Di didn't become solemn because of the name of Death Knell. He was no stranger to the name of Death Knell, and he was not surprised that it appeared at this time.

Even if the death knell's real appearance is Colonel Slade, Barty will not be surprised.

What can really make Bati look serious and face him seriously is that he is too safe under the general environment.

It was too smooth, too natural.

Of course he knows that power doesn't rule everything, so he becomes the god of the suicide slums, giving them hope, a way forward, a way.

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

General Vic prepared all powerful weapons in the southern suburbs of the metropolis to kill Bati completely.

Things seemed ordinary, as light as rippling puddles.

Barty was unaware of their actions.

But does all this have nothing to do with Barty?

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

It revolves around Bati's alien identity.

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

His alien identity has not been exposed, he has even developed a huge degree of computing speed and wisdom through a sun-drenched brain, and he already knows it clearly.

Deathstroke, Colonel Slade.

And in the same way, he could become a death knell without the help of a truly genius biological expert, and this person can only be Jenny.

"Ah…"

Bati let out a sudden snort on his expressionless face, and began to support his left hand with his right hand again, rubbing his thumb against the palm of his left hand.

His figure stands erect like a stone tablet, his eyes are deep in thought, and under the blazing light, he looks like a thinker with the beauty of a Greek white jade sculpture, with extraordinary charm.

Deathstroke is irrelevant.

Of course, this is not the most important.

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

Does that mean that General Vic still has not reported his alien identity, so the entire upper class in the United States does not know his alien identity.

Barty doesn't think that the entire upper class in the United States is really letting him live in the metropolis to make troubles.

Even if human beings have different skin colors and races, they will fight for life and death, cursing life and death, wishing that they are the only race in the world.

One's own race and skin color are the ones to be proud of, wishing that all other races in the world are inferior and inferior to themselves.

In the past wars, there were too many such wars of genocide due to race and skin color. There were so many that there was no way to count them.

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

Is it possible to make human beings contain themselves?

This is impossible.

All human beings, especially those at the top, will do their own research, 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, what does this mean? Representing the ambition of General Vic, he still did not report his alien identity to the upper echelons of the United States.

He still wants to own himself.

"That's really good."

Bati's thoughtful eyes flashed, and suddenly his right thumb lightly pressed the palm of his left hand.

He's been making high-profile appearances in Gotham, in Metropolis, and his behavior is simply telling them, I'm here.

He just wanted to see their attitude.

Ba Di had imagined many situations, but he never thought that he would encounter an optimal situation.

Every time he stays in a hotel, he must go to the highest floor, standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the starry sky.

Every time he looks up at the sun, his pupils look through the blue sky and clouds, he listens to the movements of all directions, and thinks about everything.

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

You thought he just wanted to stand on a high place, under the sunshine, and say something like a demon or a god.

In heaven and earth, I am the only one

?

No, not really.

He was looking at the nuclear bomb, to see if the nuclear bomb 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.

Cautious to harsh.

Since arriving in Gotham, in the past three months, he has never slept once.

Even if you close your eyes, you still look up at the sky through the eyelids, through the perspective line, and from afar.

As long as he sees the nuclear bomb, he will instantly calculate the location of the nuclear bomb from his head, avoiding the central position, so that even if it is affected, he will only be seriously injured, and he will still bask in the sun in the future, with enough strength to rise up.

This kind of caution is already the caution of reacting when the grass and trees move in the breeze.

Because he is actually not very sure, how much General Vic knows about his abilities.

In case General Vic still has other backup body cells, research data.

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

Bati never underestimated the wisdom of human beings. There are too many geniuses in this world.

If they know that they are getting more and more exposed to the sun and have become invulnerable, and they will be able to resist nuclear bombs in the future, will they force their killers to blow themselves up with nuclear bombs?

The odds are exorbitantly small, but still not to be ignored.

Because of Bati's existence, they didn't understand it, but they were afraid of knowing a little bit. The fear they intended to imagine made them fear Bati like a tiger and wanted to kill him.

Of course, no one dared to do this kind of thing, not even to suggest, because Bati has always existed in the city.

So Bati has been appearing in a high-profile manner, testing them.

What made Bati even more strange was that there were no senior officials in the whole city to transfer them, nor did they receive any information.

There is no such thing as the so-called upper class sending people to contact themselves.

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

He didn't know until the death knell came.

General Vick still regarded himself as something in his pocket, and did not let the rest of the upper echelons of the United States know of his alien identity.

"That's really good."

Ba Di put his hands down, with a smile on his face.

The later he knows his alien status, the less likely he will be targeted, even if it is delayed for a few years, Bati is enough to prepare everything.

As for the future.

The future of the people on Earth will naturally be in his hands.

Now the question is...

Get rid of people who know their identity.

Ba Di narrowed his eyes slightly, and patted the huge host lightly with his hand.

"I wanted to see you right away, Hera, but it seems that it will take a while."

Bady smiled, turned away from the host, and left.

The host is located on the fourteenth floor.

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

The sunset shines through the glass, reflecting the glow and reflecting in the corridor, there is a hint of warmth, darkness, and silence.

'Bang... bang! '

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

Ba Di smiled and stretched out his hands to clamp the green saber dagger.

What a... lucky, and... delightful!

A tall figure suddenly appeared, standing on the window sill, the two-color mask on his face was like a ghost, bringing invisible deterrence to people.

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

His shadow stretched very long, covering Bati's whole body, and a ribbon was blown up by the breeze behind him.

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