The Death Knell

The winery's thugs were all elite this time. Under the leadership of Gin, they flew to the UK and began to work overtime to help Holloway as soon as they landed. Not only did they have to do rough work, but they also had to provide cover. Let the British discover they are producing poison gas.

Fortunately, the old people in these wineries had worked in the New York sewers back then, and they could apply their experience to the London sewers.

Creating poisonous gas... It seems that the process is a bit similar to brewing, and the chemical reaction is faster, but it is a bit more dangerous, but this is for the boss.

A figure walked up to Deadpool and the others. He was also wearing a chemical protective suit. He first nodded to the three of them, then looked towards the bottom of the big hole and shouted.

The beatings these days have caused the pit to sink, but the bottom has been basically compacted. It is as hard as steel and will not leak.

"Boss? Are you okay?"

"Is it Gin? I'm not bad. How is the company's business recently?" Although the gas mask made people's voices change, the tone still allowed Su Ming to identify his subordinates.

Gin lay down and faced the bottom of the pit: "Domestic wine sales have not changed much, but the export of other commodities has been greatly affected recently. The Germans have come up with a lot of unusual things. Shipping is almost completely cut off now. Waiting for you to get out. Just look at it and you'll find out."

Doctor Sinister struggled desperately, but the symbiote was too powerful. He was pinned to the ground and could only listen helplessly to Deathstroke talking about business. He felt that he might really lose this time.

He was a biologist, but he was also very accomplished in chemistry. How could he not have heard of the poisonous gas produced by Holloway?

The mixture of the two toxins is a liquid insoluble in water at normal temperature, but it will vaporize when heated slightly, and then make the poisoned person worse than death. They will have difficulty breathing, foam at the mouth, cerebral palsy, and subconsciously tear apart. Rotten his chest and took out his lungs.

The key point is that poisoning will cause constant vomiting, so the lungs and stomach are often unclear. On the battlefield where poison gas was used during World War I, even these corpses could not be collected. It was too bloody.

Although the other party has not yet poisoned him, Jingwei is already a little worried just thinking about the torture he will suffer.

But he still had some luck in his heart, what if he could handle it? Or does the other party have no poison and is just trying to deceive me?

So he was struggling and thinking wildly.

After Gin and Su Ming chatted for a few words, all the preparations were completed. They still used the same 100-liter barrels used to make wine. Dozens of barrels were moved in, enough to pave the pit.

If the venom vaporizes, in order not to affect London above the head, this is also the maximum amount. Holloway and Monaco will not agree to any more.

"How much did it cost this time?"

"A lot, boss." Gin got up from the ground and patted himself: "I never knew that large-scale chemical equipment could be so expensive. The air transportation costs are also ridiculously expensive. Moreover, I also used some favors and lost connections. It’s a bigger loss than money.”

"It's okay. I will find a way to earn back the money. Let's start now."

"Yes, boss."

Gin turned around and waved his hands to the heavily armed men. Except for Deadpool, who was not afraid of death, even the mages and doctors backed away a lot.

The thugs pushed the big bucket and rolled it on the ground, making a squeaking sound. This movement seemed to weigh on Mr. Sinister's heart.

Then they pushed the vat to the edge of the pit, took out crowbars and smashed off the top. More than a dozen green venom poured into the pit like a waterfall.

A spicy smell penetrated the nostrils of the two people, but the toxic ingredients were filtered by Su Ming's helmet, and he only smelled a faint chemical smell, like the smell of chalk.

But Mr. Sinister was different. He suddenly felt that his whole body was on fire. The smell of these liquids was extremely painful.

His eyes burst out from their sockets and exploded into blood foam, but the self-healing factor allowed them to grow again and explode again.

There were also trachea and lungs. He wanted to escape them now, but his hands were tightly restrained by the death knell, and he could only scream and feel them wither in his body.

The skin on the back was also soaked in venom, bubbling as if it had been burned by fire.

His voice was also being corroded and then healing itself, which made his screams intermittent, and to Su Ming it sounded like he was singing "Uneasy".

Su Ming was also soaked in venom, but with the presence of the symbiote, it posed no threat to him.

These venoms are seriously harmful to various human organs, but the symbiote does not have those organs. It does not need to breathe and has no skin. To it, it is just a strange kind of water.

"Stop!...Ah!!!! I give up! Wuwu... give up!" Mr. Sinister continued to rot and regenerate, and the pale skin on his face disappeared, revealing muscles and The fascia healed itself and formed a face after a while. He couldn't even raise his hands to surrender. He could only desperately plead with the death knell: "Let me go! Ah!!! I will not retaliate against you! Nor will I do it again." Help Germany! This hell! Ah!! For God’s sake!”

Su Ming raised an eyebrow under the mask. He never expected that Deadpool's method would be effective. Sure enough, his bottom line was not low enough?

"It's impossible to let you go. I have to lock you up so that I can feel at ease."

The venom has gradually begun to spread upward, and will soon cover Mr. Sinister's mouth. If this thing flows into the stomach, it will definitely feel good, right?

"Okay! I surrender! Ah!!!"

The feeling of being tortured and corroded by venom is different from being slashed or beaten with a knife. This is the pain of every cell being shattered and there is no way to escape.

It was cold, hot, itchy and painful, an unbearable torture, but it was suppressed and unable to struggle.

Mr. Sinister finally collapsed. After holding on for seven days, he was still defeated by Deathstroke and his little cousin.

But he also figured out that after surrendering, he would be relaxed. At least he would be out of the hellish venom pool and away from the red and black clown's bitchy mouth, and he would finally be free.

"Very well, Monaco, prepare the magical contract to seal his power."

Su Ming used the symbiote to take the two out of the poisonous pool and pinned Jingsei by the pit.

Monaco came over and started to use magic, using more than ten kinds of forbidden magic, even the dead rabbits were thrown on the floor. In the process, Mr. Sinister just smiled with relief and did not struggle to resist at all.

"Finally...hehe...hehe..."

Deadpool came over and pinched his chin: "Huh? He seems to be drooling. Cousin, did you spoil him?"

"It shouldn't be possible, right?" Su Ming let go of Jingwei and looked at him squirming on the ground like a bug. It seemed that he was really...

"Ahem, let's send Sin to a safe place and lock him up first. I'll go talk to Master Kama Taj in London and lock him up in the London Temple temporarily."

Monaco straightened up and wiped the tears from his face. His rabbits died miserably.

He wanted to borrow the dungeon of the London Temple. This was just a trivial matter. Anyway, he was usually in charge of experimental subjects, so the Archmage in London happily accepted Dr. Sinister.

Mr. Sinister sat in the magic circle that served as a prison, watching the demons gradually go away, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's not in vain that I pretended to be crazy and acted like a fool. I finally made them lose interest in me. This project of Namor can no longer be touched. Now I want to think about how to escape..."

At this moment, an old man with a white beard who looked very kind walked into the prison. I heard that this was the Archmage of the London Temple, and he was looking at Mr. Sinister through half-moon glasses.

"It turns out you were just pretending to be crazy. You are such a clever little kid. Haha, let me show you something fun."

A strange purple light and shadow bloomed in the dark cell, and Mr. Sinister screamed again...