The Death Knell

It was warm in the car, but Bucky felt cold now. He squeezed his legs together, thinking about how to get out.

"I might be able to run away, but Steve..."

Bucky looked sad. He couldn't abandon his friend. It seemed that he had to sacrifice himself to save Steve. I hope it wouldn't hurt too much.

For the sake of his best friend, the young Bucky's eyes became firm.

Steve, on the other hand, didn't have those messy things in his mind, so he was now looking at the decorations in the car with interest.

There were many things he had never seen before. In addition, there was a table and a bar in the car, and the sofa was as big as a bed.

"You said you knew our father, but..." Steve was curious for a while, and finally asked hesitantly.

"Why do I have money and they don't?"

Su Ming smiled and poured himself a glass of wine, swaying it and sniffing the mellow aroma of the wine. He didn't expect Steve to be entangled in such a thing.

"No, I mean...their boss never looked at people seriously before."

Steve shook his head. Because he was a child, his senses were even more acute. Their father's former boss looked at them like dead people, showing disgust and discrimination.

Su Ming nodded slightly, such capitalists who thought they were nobles did exist, but they must have become cold now.

Unabashedly discriminating against others because you have money often represents extreme psychological arrogance. To survive the stock market crash and the Great Depression, you need to be extremely calm and rational, which is exactly the opposite.

When extremely conceited people encounter huge setbacks, they often take extreme actions to react to the outside world. What else can this be in this day and age? Jump off the building...

"Human beings are born unequal, but mortal life makes everyone equal."

Even though Steve didn't understand, Su Ming didn't intend to explain. When the two of them become extraordinary in the future, they will naturally understand.

He hopes that there will be more people like Captain America who are dedicated to benefiting others and not self-interested. The future world will be too boring without heroes.

Speaking of my little cousin...can I consider making him a great man in the future? What kind of mercenary? Isn’t it enough to have one mercenary in the world?

Su Ming shuddered as he imagined Deadpool wearing a crisp suit and a red and black hood standing in front of the White House lawn to speak.

I can’t think about it, it’s simply mental pollution.

It’s better not to mess around, it will be difficult to change the plot beyond recognition.

"So sir, what should we call you?" Steve looked at Su Ming again and asked a question.

"My name is Slade Wilson, and Wilson Enterprises is my industry. There will be many opportunities for us to get along in the future." Su Ming said to them meaningfully.

Of course, it is more about the days when his other identity gets along with them. The day when Deathstroke returns to the world is getting closer and closer.

But his expression full of 'kindness' fell into Bucky's eyes, making him hide his butt better. Priests all laughed like this.

"So Mr. Wilson, what's our job today?"

Steve looked at Bucky strangely. Ever since he got in the car, he had lowered his head and didn't know what he was doing. This was too rude. Steve could only take the initiative to talk to Su Ming.

"That's it. You guys are going to run errands with me today. I bought a piece of land in Long Island to build the company's headquarters. Now I'm planning to go to the construction site to take a look."

"Well, let us do whatever you need. We are all very capable, right? Bucky?"

"Uh, um, yes." Bucky just came back to his senses, but he was still timid.

However, this also interrupted his random thoughts. He found that although the car drove out of the pier, it was still driving on the spacious seaside road and had no intention of going to any church.

It seems that he is overthinking, and the boss is not a priest. From now on, he just needs to keep a distance from the clergy, especially the kind of mysterious religion where you don't know what kind of monsters you worship.

Especially the two-headed dragon and the three-headed dog...

The atmosphere became more relaxed, and Bucky gradually became more lively. Su Ming entertained them with Feizhai happy water and cookies in the car, and took them to the construction site.

When passing by an alley, Su Ming called for a stop and rolled down the glass. The cold wind outside the window made Steve and the others shiver.

"See over there?"

"Yes." Steve and Bucky both nodded.

"What did you see?" Su Ming picked up a cigar and asked them an obvious question.

It was a group of people with numb faces. They were burning something to keep warm around an iron barrel. Everyone seemed to be out of body, as if they had lost everything.

Steve and Bucky looked at each other with sad expressions on their faces.

"They're 'living corpses,' Bucky and I call them."

"Yes, Mr. Wilson, these people look alive, but they have no souls." Bucky also added, and he made the sign of the cross as if praying for their rest.

Captain America gave Su Ming some surprises. He didn't expect that the word "walking dead" was actually invented by the two of them in this world.

Today's Hollywood is not as prosperous as later generations. It has only been a few years since Chaplin started making movies. Most of the movies released now come from France and all European countries.

"What they lost was not their souls, but their hope and faith. Only by keeping faith can you truly live." Su Ming rolled up the car window and poured chicken soup for the two of them: "Gin, write down the concept of living corpses and arrange for people to go there. Hollywood prepares the script and buys a movie company for backup.”

"Yes boss."

Su Ming looked at the two men again, expressing his appreciation for them, while they were both thinking about the questions about souls and hope.

"You used the word very well. I'm very happy. I'll take you to eat something good when I'm done."

Steve and Bucky clapped their hands and smiled happily: "Yeah! Thank you Mr. Wilson."

The car drove quietly, and Su Ming just asked about their family situation. After learning that Captain America's mother was ill, he generously offered to give Joseph some salary in advance, which would at least allow Steve's mother to rest for a while.

This gained Steve's gratitude, and he and Bucky became much closer to Su Ming.

The car arrived at Changdao and the place chosen by Su Ming.

There was a reason why he chose this place. The main reason was that it was remote enough.

In the future, Manhattan will be overhauled every three days. Stark's company headquarters and the future Avengers Building will be the hardest hit areas. Su Ming simply set up the headquarters on Long Island, the most remote place, to avoid being affected by the disaster.

They didn't get out of the car first and left Gin at the construction site to deal with things. Su Ming just rolled down the glass again and asked them to see how the people on the construction site were different from the people they saw before.

Of course it's different. Although it's almost December now, and this temperature is not a suitable time for construction in the conventional sense. After all, cement concrete will freeze, but it's still okay to dig the foundation and make other preparations first.

The weather is cold, but these workers are full of energy. Like the people on the dock just now, they are all alive. Although the expressions on their faces are mostly serious or serious, at least these are human expressions.

"I understand, Mr. Wilson, you mean that down-to-earth work can give people hope and faith, and they can make people truly alive."

Steve understood that this new boss was really a good man. He was teaching the two people how to be a good person, just like his own father.

Su Ming smiled and said nothing. His original intention was to let them guess, but he liked such a straightforward understanding.