The Death Knell

"Is this here?"

Several people turned left and right in the sewer. The slippery ground was covered with moss and unidentifiable dirt. If they were not careful, they would fall into the rushing flood channel next to them.

Fortunately, both Deathstroke and Deadpool had night vision equipment, and the doctor brought a flashlight. In the dark sewer, everyone moved at a moderate speed.

Following Monaco's guidance, they arrived at the target location smoothly. There was a large, relatively dry area, and a huge guarded iron gate could be seen not far away.

Those people could not be seen clearly. They were wearing black ponchos and holding oil lamps and patrolling near the door. They had no guns and looked like fishermen on the dock.

Now Su Ming and others were hiding behind a corner not far away. The sound of floods obscured their voices, and they had no worries about talking and communicating.

Deadpool just caught a big mouse, and despite its desperate struggle, he named it William Wallace and kept playing with it in his hands. Anyway, he is immune to all diseases. He is a virus himself, so this little thing that can spread the plague can be kept as a pet.

He decided that if he could go back, he would take it with him. When he saw its sneaky little eyes for the first time, he felt very attached to it.

Vanessa once said that she wanted to keep a pet, but she didn't have the chance. Now she caught a 1942 mouse, which sounds very valuable.

"Ahem, stop playing. Do you still remember the plan?"

Su Ming poked him with his elbow and told him to stop peeling his own skin with a dagger and feeding it to the rats. Didn't you see that the doctor and the mage both looked disgusted?

"Oh, remember, break down the door, kill the person, and call it a day. For Mr. Deadpool, this kind of plan...well, it couldn't be more suitable." He originally wanted to say that it was too simple, as if he was mentally retarded, but he thought of God Killing. He changed his tune shamefully.

This is of course not Su Ming's plan. After all, the situation in every place cannot be the same. It is more reliable to make more detailed adjustments and key actions by yourself.

But for a team whose tactical positioning is 'target' and 'sandbag', it's enough for Deadpool to know this much.

"Very good, remember, scold him when you come up to him, say anything offensive, and let them pay attention to you. Leave the rest to me." Su Ming patted him on the shoulder and pushed him out of the bunker.

Deadpool turned his head and saw the three of them hiding in the corner and giving him thumbs up. He suddenly had an ominous premonition.

But he soon forgot about it. Who else is a threat to him in this era? Even if there is Thanos inside the door, he will still chop it down, okay?

So he pulled out a katana in one hand and made a show of swordsmanship, and held a mouse in the other hand and also made a thumbs up gesture.

Then he raised his long knife and rushed towards the gate with a strange scream.

Su Ming hid in the dark, took out the God Killer and slowly wiped the knife with his palm: "Very good, observe for a while. If he doesn't step on the mine, we can go up."

The corners of Holloway's mouth twitched, and he didn't know what expression to make: "That's your cousin, right?"

"He said yes. It's very troublesome to explain." Su Ming replied calmly.

"Well, then you're not worried about what will happen to him?" Holloway scratched his beard. He felt that the way the two brothers got along was a bit strange.

"Anyway, he can't die. He has enough flesh and blood to feed sewer rats, so it's most appropriate to let him detect mines. Speaking of which, does Monaco need to pass the cost of casting spells on to him first? He doesn't care about this."

Su Ming first answered Holloway and asked him to just watch quietly, then turned to ask the mage beside him.

"No, if someone else helps share the cost of casting a spell, it's just two people being unlucky together."

Monaco is a black magician, and the evil gods are always hungry for souls. He doesn't want to involve a person who doesn't understand magic at all and have his name remembered by the evil gods.

Of course, this was his idea. If Su Ming had to say it, the evil gods probably couldn't stand Deadpool's tossing, just like hell in DC didn't welcome Harley Quinn at all.

Harley once signed a contract with a devil through Zatanna, exchanging herself for several ghosts to play with. As an agreement, the devil returned the freedom of several souls, and Harley had to play with the devil in hell for a month.

However, the devil sent her back in less than three days. It really couldn't stand Harley's chattering and madness. The devil tore up the contract and suffered the backlash of the contract. It never wanted to see Harley's crazy face again.

Harley's face can still be considered pleasing to the eye, but what about Wade's face? All he had was a big, wrinkled, dried avocado.

But Monaco doesn't want to, forget it, he is a hero of justice, which is completely different from Su Ming's acting style.

There was no problem now. The three heads lined up in a row and poked out of the corner, watching Deadpool rush towards the enemy in the darkness.

"Wahaha, your deadpool uncle is here, stick out your neck, you mutated monsters that are a cross between cow dung and sex! Freaks growing out of chrysanthemums..."

Deadpool did strictly implement Su Ming's tactics and spat out vicious curse words as soon as he opened his mouth, but even if Su Ming didn't let him say it, he probably wouldn't be able to do it.

The people patrolling at the door naturally saw Deadpool running towards him at high speed, and the long knife in his hand that was bright in the light.

As Deadpool got closer to them, the dirty words in his mouth became clearer, so one of the people in raincoats exploded on the spot.

It was a real explosion on the spot, not a figure of speech.

The black raincoat that the man was originally wearing was lifted high by the strong air current, and his body became as big and round as a filled balloon. Then there was an earth-shattering loud noise, and blood, flesh and broken bones spurted out from the burst belly. Covering the direction of Deadpool.

In an instant, Deadpool turned into a bloody man, with several broken ribs inserted into his head, and a large intestine hanging from it.

It was minced meat and bloody, causing his feet to slip and he fell to the ground on his back.

"This..." Holloway bared his teeth. Although he couldn't see clearly from a distance, this was the first time he had seen someone scold someone to the point of being scolded.

"This is not magic." Monaco was a little more accepting, but he also couldn't figure out why it was like this. He could only express his own judgment and let Su Ming decide.

Of course Su Ming knew that this was not the DND first-level magic 'Colorful Jet', and the person whose intestines and stomach spurted out was still alive.

With his eyesight, he could see the man who looked like a ball just now. Even though his belly was exploded, he was still proudly showing off to the people around him, as if he had definitely killed his opponent.

The man's abdomen was healing itself at an extremely fast speed, first the internal organs, then the bones, and finally the muscle fat and skin covering.

Within a few seconds, he returned to his original appearance.

But Su Ming still watched calmly. The other party was not dead, but no one on his side was dead. Su Ming already roughly knew who these guys were, so he let Deadpool restrain them and waited for the opportunity.

It turns out that there is someone in front of you, so it feels so good to focus on output by yourself? No wonder superheroes like to form teams.