People in DC, every day administrative leave

Chapter 488 488. Good, but not good enough.

Batman, who had just put on his uniform, walked to the keyboard. Zhang San turned the small knob on the transmission device to change the standard one person to two people.

brush.

Batman, who was teleported to another place, saw Speedmaster who was listening to his assistant's report. The fierce look on the other side did not look like a normal parallel world 'Superman'.

"He's Batman. Batman, this is Speedmaster."

"I once had a teammate who was similar to you, his name was Ye Xiao."

Speedmaster floated over with his feet off the ground, holding his hands, and looked at Batman, who was all in black. The two looked at each other for a while, and Batman said, "I guess your teammate is dead."

The moment he arrived at this place, he noticed the yellow bracelet on the other person's wrist.

This thing not only appears on the occasional Deadshot, but also on the wrists of the members of the recent rising star superhero team, Ace Rangers.

Batman speculates that in addition to the communication function, this bracelet also has some kind of preventive measures, which can make these alien gods and superpowers obedient.

"My team doesn't need trash. A clever person deserves to die."

The useless thing of feelings has long been abandoned by Supermaster. Teammates are just a means to this man, a tool to help him do other things.

"Stop your bad temper, this Batman is our guest."

Zhang San spoke up to stop Speedmaster's rude behavior, although it seemed to Batman that the keyboard was intentional.

It could obviously tell the other party its identity during the introduction, but it chose not to tell the other party until now.

After a few minutes, several outer space gods gathered in the palace.

Leaving Batman to chat with them, Zhang San went to visit his alien entertainment industry.

"You guys, these filthy and stinky demons, do you think you need help from adults just like children to do any work?!"

There was no need for Zhang San to enter the scene. Just when he walked outside, he heard Morris yelling and cursing. He is really a very hard-working demon captain.

If you could see the hatred value of every demon, then there is no doubt that the hatred value of the demon captain would definitely explode!
Snapped!
The long whip in Morris's hand hit the demon who was slowly working, and he kept scolding the lazy guy amidst the other's pain.

Suddenly, the demon, who was being tortured both physically and mentally, found that the yelling and cursing behind him had disappeared, leaving him with a rare sense of tranquility.
Slowly turning his head, he saw Morris, who was scary even to demons, acting very meanly towards a strange keyboard.

He almost got down on the ground and licked the black stick feet of the keyboard!
"My master, those demons are very obedient to this day. None of them dare to do anything to disobey orders."

"Very good, I knew I was right about you."

Devils who speak well are given preferential treatment everywhere. Zhang San took out an armband with red background and gold letters from his personal space, which said "Excellent Captain".

The reward does not need to be huge, as long as it makes the other person feel that they are cared about.

"Thank you and praise you, my master." Morris excitedly stretched out his hands to take the armband and pinned it on his short sleeves.

The devil generally wears no clothes. He wears short-sleeved shirts and cropped pants because he wants to look more special.

The interstellar entertainment venue under construction is estimated to be some time away from its completion date, because unskilled demons often get their work wrong.

Maybe there should be a study class for them?

Or let skilled demons lead unskilled demons to prevent building materials from being wasted. "But Morris, some of the recent consumption of materials shouldn't exist, you know."

The excited demon was suddenly startled, and knelt on the ground in fear, saying that those idiots' IQs needed a little time to adapt to the new environment.

Zhang San did not reprimand him, he just asked Morris to strengthen management and then left.

He had no idea what kind of terrifying monsters those demons would face after this incident. It was a nightmare that would appear in the demons' dreams when they went back to sleep after get off work!

In the palace next to the arena, Batman's various problems gave the gods from the outer universe a bit of a headache.

What their universe is like, how their family has lasted for so many years, and why each family member has a different appearance.
If he hadn't been stared at by Speedmaster, the lust in his heart would have definitely made this person embarrassed in front of them.

It wasn't until they saw the keyboard coming back from the outside that these people breathed a sigh of relief as if relieved.

A few hours later, the two were transported back to Wayne Manor from War World.

Batman, who had been a tourist for a while, backed up the information he obtained to his computer and added an amount of money to the keyboard's bank account.

Ten million can only be used to ask questions to the gods of the outer universe. If you want to go out of the palace and see the outside, you have to pay extra.

A word from the keyboard made Bruce spend a lot of money again, just to visit the planet named War World.

An alien city, a former arena and now a prison, a luxurious entertainment venue in the universe built by demons...

The money was well spent, at least Bruce got to see the demonic builder being used as a slave.

"It's almost noon, do you have anything to eat?"

Zhang San was not in a hurry to leave. He was quite thick-skinned and prepared to enjoy the rich family's lunch.

Alfred, the butler, had no objection to having an extra keyboard on the dining table today, but Mr. Wilson, who was helping in the kitchen, was a little unhappy.

Damn Keyboard actually likes to eat fried shrimp tails, and they have to be fried shrimp tails without shrimp threads!
It's fine for Deathstroke to assassinate someone who's protected by dozens of bodyguards, but when it comes to shrimp removal...

fk!

When the dish was brought to the table, Deathstroke deliberately placed the plate of fried shrimp tails farthest away from the keyboard.

"Hey! Can you be more professional? You wouldn't put the food that the guests like to eat so far away. You are really unqualified as a housekeeper."

"I'm a gardener."

After saying that, Deathstroke returned to the kitchen and brought out the freshly prepared dishes. It was still far away from the keyboard.

When the butler Afu brought the last plate of food to the table, he saw the placement of the dishes on the table and couldn't help but change their positions.

The plate of fried shrimp tails came to Zhang San smoothly. The old butler was better at handling things than the new butler.

belch…!
After eating and drinking, Keyboard burped in front of the others. Deathstroke stared at this guy and wondered whether his body was mechanical or living internal organs.

Otherwise, why would the keyboard hiccup?
Bruce didn't have as many questions as he did. After all, it was very strange that the keyboard's hands and feet had no bones but could support it to stand and attack.

(End of this chapter)