DC Tyrant

The darker the night, the more it can set off the brilliance and beauty of the stars.

The sky that hangs like jewels on a curtain of darkness.

The dark blue and white villa has a classical charm, but the furniture is placed in a standard manner. Feeling a bit unsmiling.

For the owner of the villa and the people living in the villa, outsiders dare not be casual.

There are only Louis Jr. and Lieutenant General Sam Ryan in the villa.

Sam Lane played with his daughter's doll for a while, and he lifted her high and threw it away to catch her giggling, and then spun around with her daughter.

It was warm and happy, and it was rare for him to have time to spend with his daughter, so he was very happy.

It’s just that the little girl is small after all, and she can only play for half an hour. In addition, during the day, even though she is not at home, the little girl is very active and wild, crawling around, and until night, she is also tired In the end, it hung on Sam Lane's chest, and fell asleep after being patted on the back by Sam Lane.

Sam Ryan smiled knowingly, and put her on the bed lightly. His daughter's sleepy face was twitching, as if she was eating in a dream, which made Sam Ryan couldn't stop laughing.

Kissed her daughter's forehead lightly, but her daughter turned over with her mouth pouting again. Obviously, her father's little beard made her itchy and uncomfortable.

He lightly covered the quilt, smiled and shook his head, but in his heart he lamented how cute his daughter was, cute, cute...

Holding it in the palm of your hand and holding it in your mouth, it's so cute that it won't melt.

Pressing down on the handle of the door lightly, he closed it tightly before slowly releasing it. The door closed slightly without waking up his daughter. Sam Lane seemed relieved in his heart. He lifted his heels and left the door, farther and farther away. Gradually, he walked more and more like a dragon and a tiger, with a steady momentum.

Go up to the study room on the third floor, enter the study room, and turn on the soft warm light, and he sits on a chair.

suddenly.

There was once a familiar feeling, as if I had experienced this period of time, and then I was turned over and recollected again.

Sam Lane froze for a moment.

His eyelids trembled slightly, and when he opened them, he suddenly felt a sense of trepidation, and his eyes were slightly tired. He looked around the study room, and the soft warm lighting made it easy to fall asleep.

He exhales.

Are you too tired?

He pinched the bridge of his nose, refreshed himself, and looked at the test documents on the desk again.

His thoughts went back to the front.

With these... General Vic can't be defeated. These evidences are too weak.

Sam Lane put down the inspection document, stood up, took down a bottle of brandy from the clip on the other side, opened it, and poured half a glass of wine into the glass.

Holding the wine glass, he walked to the window and opened it.

The cool night wind was blowing on his face, and the hair on his face was itchy. It was cool and refreshing, which made him feel a little real.

The night sky outside the window is still bright and beautiful, and the curtain is dotted with diamond stars.

He drank half a glass of brandy in one gulp, the hot feeling brought him back to reality, and the feeling in his throat made him clearly hot to himself.

He always felt like he was watching TV, without being inside, but now, it was hot enough to return to reality.

It took him a long time to recover.

He looked at the clock hanging on the wall.

23:10

Time flies... so fast.

He pondered for a while, maybe he could get in touch with Pamelodi and snatch this biological warrior from General Vic. General Vic was too wasteful. It would be better for him to be alive if he had to kill Pamelodi.

If he is still alive, he might be able to provide some research data for the US military.

After thinking about it for half an hour, Sam Lane decided on something and turned off the lights in the study.

Going down to the study on the third floor, he gently opened the door of his daughter's room, and glanced at her sleeping soundly. For some reason, he always felt that there should be something in her daughter's room.

For example a white figure? …ghost?

He shook his head one last time, feeling a little nervous.

Seeing that his daughter's room was normal, he breathed a sigh of relief, and went straight back to his room, and soon fell asleep.

…………

Batty deleted some of Sam Lane's memories, but did not change the memory. Any excessive action on the memory will produce uncoordinated differences. The more you move in the memory, the more uncoordinated, the more There are aspects that make me feel strange.

It seems to have a sense of déjà vu.

Like I've been through it before.

Batty deleted Sam Lane's memory of the film photos, did not modify his memory, but implanted the subconscious that Batty wanted from the depths, and the subconscious will always ferment in his mind, allowing him to protect Batty convoy.

The next time we meet, he will just subconsciously use Bati to advance his career and protect Bati well.

Moisturizing things are silent, submerged and transformed into them.

After dealing with Sam Lane, Barty dealt with Deathstroke again.

Similarly, Death Knell is awake, staring with suppressed fear, unable to speak, hear, and move. There are three information detection needles stuck on the top of his head like a Teletubbies.

Deathstroke's physical strength is stronger than that of Sam Ryan, and the brain's information thinking is too intense, so it is much more difficult than Sam Ryan.

"Extract his memory."

Bati held his left hand with his right hand, rubbed his thumb gently against the palm of his left hand, and fell into thinking.

For the death knell, he arranged the identity of an enemy. The death knell will be the person who is most familiar with Bati, the death knell will be the person who has been targeting Bati, and the death knell will be Bati's enemy.

With Hera's voice, "The extraction is complete."

Badi's eyes flashed, and he officially arranged the future of the death knell.

"To downplay his desire to tell others about my alien status, and to enhance his resentment towards me, self-esteem, and competitiveness. He has always wanted to kill me and prove that he is stronger."

"I'll deal with General Vic later."

"Death knell will escape from here after I leave, and escape from here with the future I want."

"In the future, Deathstroke will be the person who knows me best."

"Death knell, you will establish a country in Africa, recruit countless mercenaries, and become the king of mercenaries, just to kill me."

"I will send someone to fight with you, against you."

"At the same time, in the process of harassing me uninterruptedly, you will spy, rob, steal, and do everything you can to obtain all kinds of technologies and medicines I invented, prolong your lifespan, and strengthen your armed forces."

"You will be the person who is most familiar with me in this world, the meaning of my every action and behavior."

"One day, when the heroes of the world unite against me."

"You'll join them, or maybe they'll find you to join."

"Because...you know me best."

"At that time..."