DC Tyrant

On the velvet bed, the sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the luxurious dark-gold decorative curtains with lace threads have been pulled open. personal.

Bardi opened his eyes slightly, the sun spread over half of his body, and the energy was absorbed by his skin to wake him up. From the brain, every cell was running again, awakening like a mint in the morning dew, stimulating Attract the nerve center, make people wake up.

He got up from the big goose down bed, pulled out his arm from the neck of the woman who was sleeping next to his arm, and opened the floor-to-ceiling glass window with his naked body open. The sunlight and the fresh dew mist fell on his body and skin. It was refreshing and comfortable. It was like summer. A touch of coolness in the day, the skin pores feel the coolness and refreshing breath.

This is the best place in suicide ghetto, where underground exchanges are made and enjoyed. Those rich, nobles, even if they pass by this kind of place, they have to create a comfortable and luxurious house to enjoy themselves.

But it's cheaper than Bardi.

He turned around and looked at the big goose down bed. The woman had become a corpse, and there were many bruises on her body, each of which was gently stroked by Badi.

Badi's gentleness, for ordinary humans, can be described as pain.

Nor did he have a penchant for torture and abuse.

Last night, he and the entire 'Bamulotti' 675 members were celebrating the unification of the suicide ghetto. A female killer suddenly appeared and wanted to assassinate him at his most relaxed moment, and was slapped unconscious by him. The thirteenth assassination in the month he ruled the suicide ghetto.

The difference is that in the past 12 times it was a male killer, this time it was a female killer.

It was used by Bardi to test his control.

He stimulated thermal vision a few days ago, and he used it to experiment with the energy stored in the body and cytoplasm to achieve an efficient use and control.

Although the power can be well controlled by him, he is still not satisfied.

"Clark can give birth to a child in the comics, which means that he can't shoot Louis. This kind of control power controls every cell, how can it be controlled?"

Bardi squinted and looked at the corpse on the goose down bed. He deeply felt the threat of Clark in the future. He only had the power to pull the earth, but he could control the cup to drink coffee without breaking it. This kind of control Frighteningly powerful enough.

Is it because he grows naturally and has infinite potential?

Or use kryptonite to weaken your own power and create a human with Louis?

It is indeed the code of life! ? Recording all of Krypton's genes and helping him control his body?

Or, from the very beginning, he had already possessed the power to control his body at the slightest level.

Bardi murmured to himself and frowned.

He didn't **** last night, and if he did, it would really shoot people to death.

The reason why this female killer died.

It's because she's really a competent killer, with poison needles in her lower body.

In this case, it would be very tragic to face Badi's steel body. The poison needle was directly smashed into her body by Badi; she also quickly bit down the antidote between her teeth, and after the poison was released and detoxified, it was very tragic. struggle between.

After seeing her like this, Badi ignored her and went to sleep, but she couldn't last long and died immediately.

Because Bardi hit the poison needle too deeply.

He frowned and thought for a while, then Badi skipped it. He turned his head and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window, the central city of the metropolis in the distance. His distance vision and perspective allowed him to see the scene of the city beginning to wake up in the early morning.

The sun is shining, the metropolis is shining and prosperous, high-rise buildings are erected, the glass on the surface reflects the sunlight, warms the whole city, the lively flow of people, the continuous flow of vehicles, and the scene of life and vigor.

Perspective and distance vision are withdrawn from the tall building step by step, and the line of sight shrinks back, like a train going backwards, returning to the vision of ordinary people.

He looked up at the sun with his head up, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile.

Next, is the real conquest of the metropolis.

At the same time as the conquest of the metropolis, Bardi has also sent people to the small town and village in Nevada to monitor the Kents and the farm.

'bell bell'

He rang the service bell and called for the bodies to be disposed of.

Then there was a beautiful **** who served him a meal, and looked at him resentfully, with the expression on his face, which hung directly on his face: Why don't you eat me?

She is the boss of the rose blood recovered by Badi, a mother in a chicken coop. There are few people with conscience in the suicide slum, and she provides protection for the prostitutes under her command. She has no shortage of means and winks. She is a powerful woman.

Bardi calmly put on his clothes under her greedy gaze, and sat down at the table to eat breakfast.

"I really want to go with you to the central city of the metropolis? You know, you have strong desires, and I can satisfy your desires, no matter what posture, posture." She curled her fingers with a bit of resentment. The hair is silky, and the eyes are like silk. It is obviously well-dressed, and every word and deed reveal a charming and mature atmosphere.

For this man who can provide protection to her sisters, she will not have any rejection, she will only want to be closer.

"Not yet, you will be shot to death."

Buddy took a bite of bacon and said calmly.

The glamorous woman crossed her hands on her chest, held it up, and said angrily: "My boss, I have never heard of that thing that can shoot people to death. I can understand that I am dirty."

After the mature woman finished speaking, her face darkened a little.

Badi didn't answer, but paused for a while with the knife and fork in his hand.

No one can match my heart...heart.

He sighed inwardly, and suddenly thought of Jenny.

She should... be alive!

The atmosphere fell silent.

After a while, Badicai said with a smile on his face: "You don't want your sister to be a prostitute for the rest of her life. I will set up many companies when I go to the Metropolis, and I need you to be an excellent publicist."

Finally, Badi added another sentence, which made the mature woman feel happy and cheerful.

"I like uniform temptation."

The mature girl snorted: "Sure enough, it's a man." The figure is demonic, plump and charming, like a ripe peach.

Buddy smiled, knowing that this mature woman would do well.

Since the unification of the suicide ghetto, he has smiled a lot more, sometimes bursting people's heads with a smile, sometimes when facing the sun, sometimes when his subordinates regard him as a god, and he looks down at them with a smile.

After Buddy had finished her breakfast, she said, "Lionel Luthor's son wants to see you."

Buddy raised his eyebrows. He never deliberately sought Lex Luthor, nor did he give him any information, and he did not even take action to recover. He may be a rich and powerful figure in the future, but for Buddy's coming now. Say, it really doesn't make sense.

In terms of wisdom, after the awakening of the Kryptonian brain of Badi, regardless of the level of calculation and scheming, he will leave him a few streets away. Whether it is science or combat, Badi has enough technology that he can't finish learning. In the future, he will put his own The genetic defect is completed, it will only be more powerful, and there is no need to worry about him at all.

He picked up a cup of warm hot cocoa, the bitter and sweet chocolate aroma flowed down his throat, he let go of the feeling, tried his best to let the taste flow on his tongue, and closed his eyes in enjoyment.

"Call him in."