Chapter 5284 Private Customization

"No need to complain, haha, you chose this plan, didn't you just plan to use the hero to save the beauty?"

Regarding the complaints of the frowning Superboy, Deathstroke laughed and exposed him, stretched out his finger and tapped the young man in the air:

"Don't worry, those androids will cooperate with you. Of course, at the beginning, the game venue will not expand here. After all, Kansas is really not a must-win place."

"That's why." The young man put down the Superhero figure in his hand and dipped his brush in blue paint: "Summoners and followers can't just come to this town for no reason. There are still smart people in this world."

He chose this holy vat project himself. It's actually very simple to say. All he needs to do is to protect his family in a series of small turmoils and play the role of a superhero well.

But people's fear and suspicion of him have gone deep into their bones. Without a suitable reason, participating in the war will only make people more afraid.

"The followers are all under the control of the adjutant. If they want to come to Kansas, they will definitely find a suitable reason, such as wanting to eat fresh corn or something." Su Ming blew out a smoke ring and took out two more bottles of beer, one for each person. : "And the people you are talking about are not called smart people, but conspiracy theorists and black men."

Now Superboy-Prime is in a situation where no matter what he does, he is wrong, and a lot of people are staring at him looking for popularity.

When the war breaks out, if he participates, some people will say that he has ulterior motives; if he does not participate, then some people will say that he is unwilling to save anything.

Conspiracy theorists don't care about any factual basis. What they want is benefits. If they can benefit from Black Superman, they will continue to do so happily.

The interests mentioned here are a rather large category, they may be practical interests such as money or political status, or they may be emotional interests such as fun or venting anger.

Superboy is still a little tender, and his heart is a little soft. He basically won't attack civilians who have no power to restrain themselves, so he has no suitable way to deal with these anti-fans who only have harsh words.

But Su Ming is different. Although he has not taken the domineering path of the Injustice Superman, but has taken the dark path of influencing the world behind the scenes, he will not let those who speak ill of him live happily.

The plan he is launching now is an overall war in the new era.

From destroying the bodies of enemies, to destroying their spirits, to bribing politicians, manipulating public opinion, controlling resources, exploiting the environment, etc., a series of related plans were implemented at the same time.

Obviously, now that Superboy is complaining about this behavior, he probably wants to take a shortcut to deal with those black fans, but he just said it in a more subtle way.

Seeing that Deathstroke had seen through him, he smiled a little sheepishly: "Anyway, the social atmosphere in this world is not very friendly to me, so I'll beg you."

"There was a sage in the east. He once said - I am more broken than the east wind." Su Ming walked to the table, smiled and patted the young man's arm as hard as marble: "Don't worry, wait until people see it." After the evil deeds of your followers, this world will respect you as a saint!"

"Well, there's no need to be so exaggerated. When you say that, my psychological burden immediately rises."

Superboy's smile faltered. He shook his head repeatedly, his black shawl hair swaying like an umbrella:

"I am not the Superman from Earth 0, nor am I a saint. I just want to live a better life. I just want everyone to give me a smile when I walk on the road instead of running away screaming."

"It's really a simple wish." Su Ming flicked the ashes from his cigarette and glanced at the alarm clock on the desk: "There are still more than two hours before the war starts. I will take you to find some black men to try first. Let's see. What kind of specific effect do you want, so that you can have a measurement standard? Adjutant, give me the coordinates."

After asking the adjutant to provide the coordinates of a little Heizi, Su Ming planned to take Superboy to customize the living standards he wanted to facilitate the overall planning of the plan.

A coordinate appeared in Deathstroke's mind, and he immediately activated quantum teleportation, and the next second he took Superboy to a residential building.

The environment here is not bad. It should be a high-end apartment. At least the lights in the corridor are bright and there is no garbage.

"Where is this?"

Superboy patted his belly. The teleportation just now was too sudden and he didn't react. Some paint got on his T-shirt.

"UK." Su Ming pointed to the door in front of him and said a little funny: "Your little scumbags are all over the world. The one behind this door is one of the scumbags who most often posts scolding you on Twitter."

"But I have never been to England." Superboy looked around. His super vision had already seen through the building and found the people inside. He frowned: "And I don't know this person at all. Why is he blackmailing me?" ?”

"Because you are the only person with superpowers in the world, hacking you on the Internet will give him fun." Su Ming stretched out his hand, and the string flowed into a black key and opened the door. He instantly came to the young man who was surfing the Internet. Behind the person, raising a hand suspends the prey's perception of time.

To put it simply, it uses quantum to block the transmission of bioelectricity in the opponent's brain nerves, temporarily creating a temporary vegetative state.

I looked at the computer this person was using and saw that he was writing a short composition. As expected, he was writing about Superboy's dirty stuff, but the form was very interesting.

In this article, he is a 13-year-old girl, but she was raped by Superboy after a chance encounter. She was also forced to give birth to a child due to threats. Now she is alone and needs help from netizens. Donate money. The kind that can do anything.

The literary talent is average, but the writing is sincere. If he hadn't known that he was a thirty-year-old pot-bellied otaku, Su Ming would have wanted to believe it.

However, after comparing it like this, things seemed very interesting. Su Ming, who had undergone various professional trainings, couldn't help but laugh.

However, Superboy also saw the words on the monitor. He didn't want to laugh at all. There were too many people spreading rumors about him on the Internet, but this was the worst.

His eyes glowed red, as if he would emit heat vision in the next second, opening two holes in this guy's Tianling Cap.

However, Deathstroke stopped him and signaled to calm down. In this world, Superboy has too many fans to count. If he really wanted to solve the problem by killing people, he would have to take the domineering path.

"Don't be in a hurry to kill him. This is a test subject." Su Ming pinched the cigarette butt and put it away, and touched the prisoner's head: "Here, look."

After saying that, he turned the captive on the swivel chair half a turn so that he faced him, and then activated the Anti-Life Equation.

After rejuvenating his brain, the obese otaku suddenly jumped up and shouted with dull eyes:

"Darkness is always there! Darkness is always there! Darkness."