Chapter 5113 Parallel World?

"Haha, God of Numbers, huh?" Su Ming joked about Bobo while walking in the alley: "You even need Tracy's help to calculate the bar's bill. A gorilla who is completely insensitive to numbers is actually here." The world is a god of numbers?”

Bobo sighed silently and looked at the man with a look like 'are you kidding me':

"You know very well that the orangutan detective that damn fat man is talking about is definitely not me. This is a parallel world, and there is a high probability that it is a ghost created by Prolaya."

"So what you said before, the familiar feeling, is that you feel another self?"

Hermione also smiled. She put away her wand and talked to the orangutan.

"Otherwise, how can I say that things will become funny?" The orangutan took out his pipe and stuffed a ball of leaves into it: "If this is really a parallel universe created based on the Earth's 0-bit template, then there is a high probability that There are other superheroes."

Somewhat darkly funny is that the other self may have been fabricated by Proraya, and she was really a ‘mother’…

As for whether there are other superheroes or people with superpowers in this world, he has a similar idea to Deathstroke's previous thoughts, that is, everyone is very calm after seeing Yin Ruir's appearance, which means that there must be something supernatural here, and people are not surprised. .

Of course, another possibility is not ruled out, that is, Proraya has manipulated the world to make all non-human creatures look like humans in the eyes of the native residents.

This possibility is not high, because Bobo can't think of the significance of doing so.

"Now that we know there is another Bobo in this world, let's go find him."

Su Ming put his arm around the student's shoulders while receiving the intelligence analysis provided by the adjutant one after another:

"Just in time, the adjutant found the monkey's address. His company's headquarters is still in New York. Today is the day he made an appointment with a doctor. He will receive private treatment on the top floor of the company."

"Looking for a doctor? Is he sick?" Jaina asked curiously.

However, the dark death knell just shook his head and replied with a suppressed smile: "No, according to the information found by the adjutant, he made an appointment with a beauty doctor, and the specific project was skin whitening, pfft..."

I still can't hold it in any longer. As long as rich dark-skinned people live in the United States, they will definitely want to become white.

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The corporate headquarters of the digital god Gorilla is still a little far away from the current location. After coming out of Apple's SoHo store, you need to walk from Little Italy to the northern side of Manhattan. It's not too far, but it's not too close either. You can wander around on the street. It takes a while to get to that point.

Because the gorilla was mistaken before, he now has some celebrity baggage. He squatted on Deathstroke's shoulder and shrank, and turned up the collar of his suit to cover his face.

All she needs is a pair of sunglasses, otherwise it’s just a standard celebrity look.

Unfortunately, among the Justice League, only Hal would carry something like sunglasses when he goes out. He likes the style of "Top Gun".

A leather jacket with a fur collar, all-black toad mirrors, and a Harley Davidson motorcycle were the standard equipment for American pilots of that era.

"Don't get so close, it's so itchy." Su Ming pulled Bobo, and his black hair moved around, scratching his neck: "Even if you pretend to be your peer, there will be nothing." It’s such a big deal, why are you so guilty?”

"I don't feel guilty, I just want to avoid unnecessary trouble."

Bobo answered in a low voice while looking left and right:

"Think about it, there is an orangutan that is so famous in this world, and he has so many fans. If we are surrounded by super fanatic fans who are not affected by the witch's magic, you can either brainwash them with the anti-life equation, or simply Kill everyone. It’s fine if they are my fans. If you want to kill them, then kill them. But if they are not, does that mean they died unjustly?”

"I'm not that crazy yet. When did you leave the impression that I'm ready to kill people at every turn?"

Su Ming silently knocked on the monkey's head, making a crisp sound like knocking on a wooden fish:

"Also, in this world, your peers from another world should be big bosses in the technology industry. The fan base is basically made up of high-IQ technology geeks. They are completely different from those idiot fans who are obsessed with Hollywood stars. They will be rational. Much more.”

"What you said makes sense, huh?" The orangutan touched his face and stuck his head out of his clothes: "As for the impression that you love killing people, wasn't it what you said yourself? Kill everyone who stands in the way."

"This road is not the other way, that's just a metaphor." Su Ming rolled his eyes, and asked Strangler to pass a wallet from a pedestrian on the roadside, took out the cash, and threw the folder into the trash can: "It turns out that The plan also said that we were going to buy gifts for Hermione and the others, but you insisted on running away, and you couldn’t buy it, so what do you think we should do?”

"When this is over and everyone returns to Earth 0, I can buy them for them. Is that okay?" The speechless orangutan understood that the death knell was waiting for him here.

Fortunately, although his Forgotten Bar can only be regarded as a small and micro enterprise, he is still a boss and still has money to buy some electronic products.

At this moment, a black minivan drove up from the highway. When it came to a parallel position with the group of people, the side door suddenly opened, revealing four or five masked people in the carriage.

Each of them had a drum-type Thompson submachine gun. When he saw Bobo looking at them out of curiosity, one of them shouted:

"Go back home! God of Numbers!"

This roar was an order. These people opened fire at the same time, and a dense rain of bullets hit several people on the roadside.

If it were an ordinary orangutan, facing this level of firepower coverage, it would probably be dead. Even if it was a member of the immortals, that would only mean a long lifespan, not immortality.

There are many immortals, but most of them will die if they seek death. They may not be on the death priority list, but if you want to add someone temporarily, it is not difficult.

Fortunately, Bobo didn't act alone today. He stood on the shoulders of truly strong teammates.

Facing the speeding bullets, Su Ming just raised his hand, and all the warheads stopped in mid-air. This was the freezing of space and time, achieved through the quantum concept.

I don't know if these assassins have never watched "The Matrix", or if they are too crazy to recognize the difference in strength. When the raid fails, they don't want to drive away quickly, but choose to empty the drums desperately.

This resulted in more and more bullets floating in the air. From Su Ming's side, it looked a bit like a honeycomb.

But they definitely couldn't escape if they ran. Su Ming was not a superhero. If someone shot at him, he could forgive them with a smile.

Although the gun cannot pose any threat to him, the action of shooting is a manifestation of malice. So as long as there is malice, it is an enemy. If you don't kill him now, keep it for the New Year?

The enemy is not the New Year Pig...

So he flipped his palm, and the bullets in mid-air flew back instantly. Thousands of warheads were fired at the same time, like an invisible oversized shotgun firing.

Only this time, the assassins and their car turned into a real hornet's nest, and immediately burst into flames.

The five assassins in the trunk died suddenly on the spot, and their bodies were turned into minced meat. The masked gangster driving in the cab was in slightly better condition, and he still seemed to be breathing.

The surrounding pedestrians had screamed when the gunfight broke out and were now busy running for their lives. The Americans were more experienced. They knew to hide behind mailboxes or flower beds and carefully poke their heads out to observe the battlefield.

"Tsk."

Looking at the tragic situation in front of him, Bobo made a squawking sound. These assassins were also unlucky. Not only did they recognize the wrong target, but they also encountered a murder expert like Deathstroke, and the retro techniques of roadside shooting were all... I wonder if mercenaries stopped playing mercenaries many years ago?