DC Tyrant

The darker the night, the more it can bring out the bright beauty of the stars.

The sky hangs like jewels on a dark curtain.

The dark blue and white villa has a classical charm, but the furniture is well-organized and decent, but it is somewhat solemn and extra solemn, which makes people feel that the villa has A bit of a nonchalant feeling.

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

Only Louis Jr. and Lieutenant General Sam Lane were in the villa.

Sam Lane played with his daughter for a while with the doll, and her daughter was clucked and caught by him, and he carried her for a while to spin.

Warm and happy, he rarely has time to spend with his daughter, so he is very happy.

It's just that the little girl is small after all, and can only play for half an hour. In addition, during the day, although she is not at home, this little girl is very active and wild, crawling and jumping everywhere, and even at night, she is also tired and soft. Finally, it hung on Sam Lane's chest, and was patted on the back by Sam Lane and fell asleep.

Sam Lane smiled knowingly, and put her on the bed lightly. His daughter slapped her mouth in a sleepy state, as if she was eating food in a dream, which made Sam Lane laugh.

He kissed his daughter's forehead lightly, but her daughter turned over again with a pout of her mouth. Obviously, her father's little stubble made her itchy and uncomfortable.

He gently covered the quilt and shook his head with a smile, but in his heart he sighed at his daughter's cuteness, cuteness, cuteness...

Hold it in the palm of your hand and put it in your mouth, afraid of melting cute.

He lightly pressed the door handle, closed it tightly, and slowly released it. He closed the door with a soft sound, but did not wake his daughter. Sam Lane seemed to be relieved. He lifted his heels and left the door. The more and more the dragon and the tiger walk, the momentum is steady.

Going up to the study room on the third floor, entering the study room, the soft warm light is lit, and he sits on a chair.

suddenly.

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

Sam Lane paused for a moment.

His eyelids trembled slightly, opened, and suddenly there was a kind of daring, a little tired in his eyes, looking around the study room, the soft warm light tones made it easy to fall asleep.

He exhaled.

Are you too tired?

He pinched the bridge of his nose, refreshed himself, and then looked at the test documents in front of the desk.

His thoughts returned to him.

With all of this... I still can't get General Vic, these evidences are too weak.

Sam Lane put down the inspection document, stood up, took 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 glass, he went to the window and opened it.

The cool night wind blew on his face, it was itchy, cool and comfortable, which gave him a real feeling.

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 burning sensation brought him back to reality, and the sensation in his throat made him clearly hot to himself.

He always felt like he was watching TV, not in it, but now, it was so hot that he returned to reality.

It took him a long time to recover.

He looked at the clock hanging on the wall.

23:10

Time flies...unconsciously fast.

He pondered slightly, maybe he could touch Bamulotti and **** this biological warrior from General Vic's hands. General Vic was too wasteful. It would be better for him to live if he wanted to kill Bamulotti.

Being alive all the time, he might be able to provide some research materials for the U.S. military.

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

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

For example a white figure? …ghost?

He finally shook his head, feeling a little nervous.

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

...

Buddy deleted some of Sam Lane's memories, but he did not change the memory. Any behavior that is too large for the memory will produce incongruent differences. There is something strange about it.

It seems to have a sense of sight.

Like it has been experienced.

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

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

Moisturizing things silently, submerged and turned into them.

Dealing with Sam Lane, Buddy deals with the death knell again.

In the same way, Death Knell was awake, staring with suppressed fear, unable to speak, unable to hear, unable to move, with three information probes stuck on top of his head like a Teletubbies.

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

"Extract his memory."

Badi held his left hand with his right hand, and rubbed his thumb lightly on the palm of his left hand, falling into thought.

For Death Knell, he arranged the identity of an enemy. Death Knell will be the person who is most familiar with Badi. Death Knell will be the person who has been targeting Badi, and Deathstroke will be Badi's enemy.

With Hera's voice, "Extraction is complete."

Badi's eyes flashed brightly, and the future of Death Knell was officially laid out.

"Downplaying his alien identity by wanting to tell others about me, enhancing his resentment towards me, self-esteem, competitive spirit, and always wanting to kill me to prove that he is more powerful."

"I'll deal with General Vic later."

"The death knell will escape from here after I leave, with the future I want."

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

"Death Knell, you will build a country in Africa, recruit countless mercenaries, and become the king of mercenaries, just to be able to kill me."

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

"At the same time, you will spy, snatch, steal, and use all kinds of technologies and medicines invented by me to prolong your life and strengthen your armed forces in the process of harassing me without interruption."

"You will be the person who knows me the most in the world, the meaning of every action and action of mine."

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

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

"Because...you know me best."

"Then..."