The Death Knell

Su Ming stood quietly on the roof of a small building, the darkness blending him with the eaves. He quietly waited for the movement in the city. As long as the three women made a move, he would immediately attack an anti-aircraft gun not far away. position.

He took off his helmet, and the symbiotic fluid covering his face faded away, revealing his face and skin.

A gentle breeze blew and the air was slightly cool.

He felt the slightly damp veil of the night, and the smell it brought did not contain the fragrance of flowers, only the smell of iron and blood.

The city was very quiet, not even a dog barking, but sporadic gunshots could be heard from time to time, but it was impossible to confirm who the victim was.

Su Ming has no expression, that's how it is on the battlefield. He can indulge Holloway's sympathy to maintain the unity of the team and maintain the image of a good person in front of the X-Men, but he himself doesn't need sympathy.

He is a warrior and a killer, and sympathy for strangers is too luxurious.

He can pretend to be like an ordinary person, he can be the boss, he can be his cousin, he can be a good person...

The atmosphere of the world is like this. He is imitating the masked people here so that he will not look too out of place and be rejected by the world.

But in fact, he has been using these appearances to cover up his plans, and these plans were all implemented according to Deathstroke's ideas without others knowing.

His mind has always been very calm. Symbiote and God Killer are not enough to affect his will. Even saving the world is just the first step of a huge plan. He wants to bring the world back to the timeline he is familiar with, and then take Go for what you want.

There were no stars or moon in the sky, only enemies. Under the sky of this city, he was surrounded by enemies on all sides.

"boom!!!"

The roar of an explosion was heard in the distance, breaking the tranquility of the night. Almost instantly, all the airship's searchlights pointed there, and the flames caused by the explosion rose into the sky among countless lamp posts.

"An oil depot, has it started..."

Su Ming put on his helmet, and the symbiote began to spread on his face. He felt like a cold hand touched his face, but it quickly became one with him.

A series of luminous numbers passed through the red eyepiece of the helmet. The self-test was completed and the tactical eyepiece was activated.

Jumping directly from the small building, the magic floating cloak took him towards the enemy. In the dark night, he was silent.

Deathstroke, take action.

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The anti-aircraft gun position actually only occupies an original small garden, surrounded by sandbags and barbed wire, leaving a passage in and out.

On both sides of the passage, two simple wooden single rooms were erected, which is where the sentries are located.

But generally no one wants to huddle in there. It is originally used to hide from the rain. And with good weather like today, even the well-trained German army will not require the sentry to stand by in the small guard box.

At this time, there were two Germans standing together on the roadside, smoking and chatting.

One of them was older, perhaps even a veteran of World War I. He was telling the young people around him what happened during the day.

In his vivid description, there was a humanoid monster wearing black and yellow armor who slaughtered them among them, and even the five-meter-tall Iron Warrior was eaten alive.

The young man was trembling with fear. Even if he went to the battlefield and killed many people, eating people was too terrifying.

I've just heard that Hydra has the habit of eating people. Do its enemies also have it?

However, in fact, the veterans did not go nearby at all. Really experienced veterans would not go near the explosion site.

He just climbed up a taller building near here when the incident happened, looked over at the Fountain Square, and then processed the past by himself to scare the recruits for fun.

The new recruits were completely frightened by the story. If you think about it carefully, you will realize that they are air defense troops and have no chance to go to the front line.

"Is it really that scary?"

The recruit shivered and smoked a cigarette. He was originally just a small citizen in a small city. Enlisting in the army was purely a matter of worship for the head of state and a sigh of relief in his chest.

"Hey, don't believe it. Look at what kind of monster weapons we have. Isn't it normal for the enemy to come up with similar weapons?"

The veteran slowly blew out smoke rings and stood side by side with the recruits. The two looked at the road, with an angry expression on his wrinkled face, as if he was angry because the recruits were disobedient.

Just like in World War I, the British first invented the tank. After discovering that it was very useful, other countries soon had them.

"No, I don't believe it. Old Hans, please continue to tell me, what does that monster look like?"

Standing guard at night is a boring thing, especially in Paris. If the veteran doesn't talk to him, tonight will be too difficult.

The veteran scratched his head, how should he make it up... He couldn't see it very clearly at the time.

"Anyway, that monster can grow many tails from the back of its butt, and the tail can also use various weapons. I saw with my own eyes that the tail can drive a tank, and drove the tank directly into the monster's mouth."

"Really? What else?" The recruit felt something was wrong. Wasn't this too surreal? Are all Allied soldiers monsters?

"That weirdo is very ugly. He is half black and half yellow. He has no human appearance at all. He just grabs a person and bites off the head first or the legs first. It all depends on your luck." The veteran slobbered. , he was talking happily, what rationality is there? nonexistent.

"What does this have to do with luck?" the recruit asked again.

"Bite off the head first, and your death will be more pleasant. Bite off the legs first, and your death will be more painful." The veteran raised his head, said quietly, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, as if he had experienced countless vicissitudes of life.

The recruits scratched their necks, feeling a little uncomfortable. The evening wind blew through the surrounding trees, and the leaves made a rustling sound, surrounding them like dark ghosts.

He felt a little chilly, as if he was being stared at by some ghost.

"Don't worry, although that weirdo is powerful, he is definitely no match for our great head of state. We will definitely win!"

The veteran patted the recruit on the shoulder, only to find that the recruit fell straight down, his face full of horror, his eyes wide open, and he had expired.

He just fell down on the soft grass and didn't even make any sound.

The veteran squatted down and touched his neck, then checked whether there were any wounds, and wanted to shoot him as a warning.

However, at this moment, he noticed a pair of unfamiliar feet in front of him...

The owner of those feet seemed to be sticking closely behind them, eavesdropping on their conversation, but he felt nothing.

No breath, no sound, no soul, that person was completely connected to the night.

He slowly raised his head, looking up from the steel boots, and saw the black and yellow warning colors in the darkness, and saw the scarlet one eye.

Immediately afterwards, he felt his vision spin, and then all the surroundings went away from him.

That was the last color he saw.