There is a word called "woe from the mouth", and although the word was not originally used to describe the current situation, it is surprisingly appropriate to put it here. The light and heat of the pen and the fun and the pavilion suddenly erupted from the mouth www.biquge.info of the Flash, and in an instant, it was like a typhoon with high heat released from his mouth, raging in the house at this crime scene.

The walls were sliced open like tofu by a storm as sharp as knives, and everyone was swept away by the shockwave. The light seemed to be conscious, like countless trickles converging and turning into a golden opening.

"Burst channel!" Cyborg exclaimed.

What came out of the Flash's mouth, although it was not exactly the same blast channel as the one opened by the mother box, was also a very similar spatial portal. A curvaceous black figure appeared at the other end of the door, holding the scythe of death in his hand, and stepped out of the passage with a chilling chill.

This scene can't help but be reminiscent of the Terminator walking towards you indifferently.

"Victory in the first battle."

The woman whispered with a shallow smile, and the black thick-soled leather boots landed next to the Flash. At this moment, the Flash still maintained a state of mouth wide open, his eyes were round, and black smoke rose from his mouth.

The woman's scythe slashed lightly by the lightning bolt on his chest, blood splattered, and the golden current of the speed force seemed to overflow from the veins, with a crisp sound of "popping".

She had blue skin, and her black hair fluttered in the gale. The blue and black robe covers the upper half of the body, and the chest is painted with a black "Ω" mark. The scythe protruded from under the robes, and the silver glittering blade was reflected with the glow of fire, flames and energy streams swirling around the blade.

She looked around, her gaze resting on Batman, who was closest to her.

"You're a human in this bunch." She said slowly, "...... A human being who has performed great miracles. So you can still cause me huge trouble. ”

For a moment, a black-red light flickered in her pupils, and her eyes flowed like lava, the eyes of demons.

"So, it starts with you."

It's so fast that Batman doesn't even have a chance to see her movements. Batman only tried to throw a punch before he realized his attack, but by then the woman had actually somersaulted behind him, and the scythe of death sliced through his Kevlar armor like a piece of paper, slicing bright blood from his shoulder.

Batman turned around, and before he could respond, the woman flashed to the other side, the blade slicing through his waist. She was like a ghost, you couldn't see her, only a black robe dancing in the wind. Wherever the wind blew, she flew and attacked with a scythe that was extremely sharp.

The steel skeleton lifted a stone slab with several steel bars inserted into his body, and the electronic brain had already run facial recognition software at a rapid pace, collecting all the facial features of this sudden woman and searching for matches. Of course, for a woman who emerges from the burst channel released from the Flash's mouth, the possibility of being able to identify herself in this way is slim to none, if not negligible.

Cyborg blasted a cannon at the woman, who was holding her scythe to Batman's neck, licking the blood from the scythe with the tip of her tongue like a mythical serpent. She looked like she had long eyes behind her, and she didn't look back, but leaned back to avoid the mighty cannon beam.

"I can feel the mother box nearby, right? Cyborg? As she spoke, her body flipped in mid-air in an unbelievable motion, almost defying the laws of physics and twisting in a direction towards the steel bone.

"Give me the mother box!"

At the same time, another, underground parking lot.

The black Chevrolet had just been activated, roaring in a low voice like a car waiting for its owner. The headlights of the car were like its bright eyes, and the beam of light hit the pillar in front of the car, illuminating a corpse with a cape.

It was a woman, dressed in the clothes of an ordinary office worker, with cheap leather shoes on her feet. A bloody green card with the name "Mirina Black" written on it was vaguely written.

An inky cloak appeared in the beam of the headlights. The bishop's footsteps were as gentle as a night cat, and he landed silently beside the corpse.

"Doesn't look like the one you're looking for." He said to himself, as if he was looking for not a dead man but a lost cat and dog, "Is it a human again...... Mirina Blake, born February 12, 1980......"

"Die today."

A woman said in the dark.

Like the sound of metal scraping concrete, silver-white bands flew out from the depths of the basement. Several ribbons flew in the air, like fairies in the heavens, but each of them was as sharp as a razor, and the captured prey could not escape the fate of being dismantled.

The bishop was unhurried and still maintained an elegant demeanor.

He was like a black leaf, his cloak fluttered, flying between the silver-white razor ribbons, his footsteps turned into countless afterimages, he flew back, avoided the encirclement, and smiled unhurriedly: "Messenger of the Apocalypse?" Why be so unfriendly? We seem to be looking for the same person, but I wonder if you've ever heard of the phrase on Earth - 'fair play'. ”

The black woman with a black hoop on her face who had been at the scene of the previous murder of Mirina Black emerged from the darkness. Her name is Rabona, one of Darkseid's henchmen. The thousands of people she had killed had been collected by the Mother Box and turned into a ribbon razor in her hand, with countless undead curses attached to it, making it a terrifying weapon.

The man named Cantor also stepped out behind Labhona, his general-like armor gleaming golden in the headlights.

"What do you want? Earthling? Rabona asked coldly, "Why are you looking for that woman?" ”

"Then why don't you start by telling me what you're looking for her?" The bishop smiled and said, "Since we have come to earth, we have to follow the customs of the people, and we are accustomed to reciprocal manners. ”

Cantor snorted, "Enough, a waste of time." Why should we talk so much nonsense with this human being? Whoever dares to disturb the plans of the great Darkseid will die! ”

"Really? It seems that the people of the Apocalypse are really difficult to communicate. ”

After the bishop said gently, his gaze suddenly sharpened, like a steel knife buried in the depths, and the aggressive momentum made even the two lawless people stunned.

"Then let's communicate in a difficult way." (To be continued.) )