The Death Knell

The cemetery in winter looks completely white, and the boundary between the white crosses or tombstones and the ground is not obvious. There are only some empty tombs waiting for their owners to move in. Each one is a black hole, like a deep well that you can fall into and never come out. .

The snow made a crunching sound as it was being squeezed. Occasionally, some dead branches would be crushed on the frozen ground. Several people slowly approached the car parked on the roadside.

However, at this moment, Su Ming suddenly felt a killing intent.

"Lie down!"

He pushed down Howard, who was still talking non-stop, and a bullet flew right past Howard's position. Without hesitation, Su Ming dragged him behind a tombstone. This angle was temporarily safe.

Howard's beard was covered with snow and his lip was rotten, but he was calm.

"Are you coming for me?"

"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, that shot just now was going to break your heart." Su Ming hid behind another tombstone.

"Do you have a gun?" Howard touched himself and took out a small mirror.

He must have brought a gun. Su Ming also brought enough ammunition to start a local war. Unfortunately, he couldn't take it out. His identity cannot be exposed. He is now a helpless businessman, innocent and without any force at all.

Judging from the density of firepower, there was only one sniper, but he aimed at the heart instead of the head, which showed that the opponent had a military and police background and was not a real master.

Snipers who are particularly confident about themselves usually like to shoot in the head because it is more deadly. If he were a professional assassin like Deadshot, he could put the bullet into the target's left ear and out through the right ear.

Snipers with a military and police background will not act alone, and usually bring observers with them. This is their style of acting. Especially in the era just after World War II, due to firearms technology, there are many things that need to be calculated. Watching hands is necessary.

"I have a cigar cutter, is it useful?"

Howard stuck the small mirror out from the tombstone and turned it left and right to find the enemy's location. There was no cover around the cemetery. If the gunman was not far away, he would definitely be able to see where he was.

But cigar cutters? Howard cast a resentful look at Su Ming: "The gunman is at least three hundred meters away from us, and he is hidden. I can't see him."

Su Ming glanced at Sharon's mother and son on the other side. They were also hiding behind a tombstone. The owner of the cemetery seemed to have some money. There was a huge angel sculpture on the tombstone.

"We'll find a way to escape. My car is bulletproof. Its armor is made of the same material as an iron-walled tank, but it's thinner."

"The gunman may be changing positions. We don't have much safety time, so let's do it." Howard put away the mirror and pursed his lips: "I will attract the firepower, and you drive."

After saying this, he began to take off his clothes, taking off his coat and hat.

The coat was made of woolen material, and even though it was taken off, it was still a bit stiff. He put his hat on the collar of the coat and carefully lifted the coat like a surfboard.

Then his hat flew out, and a round bullet hole penetrated it front and back, and the hole was slightly scorched due to the heat.

Howard took a breath, it was really terrible, this reaction was too fast.

But there was someone who could shoot faster than the opponent. When Howard attracted attention, Su Ming started running. Using the tombstones as cover, he ran to his car smoothly and even lowered his gun. speed.

He opened the door and started the car in one go. The car knocked over tombstones and rushed directly into the cemetery. What Su Ming said about the car was true. It was a wheeled tank.

With the roar of the engine and the splashing of mud, the snow on the ground was raised high and then fell again. The black car made a turn and drifted across the side where everyone was attacked.

"boarding!"

Howard used the cover of the car to bend down and grab Sharon and Charles, and they all squeezed into the back seat.

Bullets fell on the car one by one, and clusters of sparks bloomed almost continuously. The facts verified Su Ming's conjecture that the other party had observers, and at this time the automatic rifle also opened fire at the same time.

However, their location was also exposed. It was on the bell tower of the church in the distance. Howard's judgment was correct, about 300 meters away.

This is why Su Ming directly said that he didn't bring a gun, because even if he took out a pistol, hitting a target 300 meters away would be too shocking. This is not something that can be explained by luck.

"Lie down, the glass is not bulletproof." Su Ming turned the steering wheel quickly, the tires made a violent friction sound with the ground, and the car quickly turned around and prepared to leave.

Howard pushed Sharon and Charles under the back seat and lay firmly on the back seat: "Damn it, I'm going to study bulletproof glass this time when I go back, the kind that can block anti-tank guns."

Su Ming suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and the distance between him and the sniper quickly widened. It was not that the other party did not try to hit the tires, but as a bulletproof vehicle, Su Ming's car tires were solid tires.

This kind of tire is generally used on cash trucks or engineering vehicles, such as bulldozers or forklifts. It has a higher load capacity and is safer.

"Don't say that kind of thing again. We hear it all the time on the battlefield."

As the car twisted forward, several people were safe. In this era, it was almost impossible to be hit by a rifle from 800 meters away. He immediately began to complain about Howard's words.

"Are you saying that the soldiers told others to go home for Christmas, and then died on the battlefield immediately?" Howard also breathed a sigh of relief, and he took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.

"Well, there are many similar things, such as a person secretly looking at photos of beautiful women; having sex with a nurse in a field hospital; and suddenly wanting to go to the toilet in a trench. These are all bad omens."

Su Ming cited several examples.

It's like in a horror movie, at least one of the men and women who have sex has to die. It's so clever.

Howard shook his head. He did not agree with this view: "I have taken all the things you mentioned, and I am still alive and kicking."

"That's because you weren't a soldier before and now we're on the battlefield."

"Damn it, who is it?" Howard did not dwell on the previous question, but began to think hard about possible enemies.

Sharon was comforting her son in shock, but Charles seemed calmer than her, and was comforting her in turn.

Su Ming glanced in the rearview mirror. There were no pursuers, only Charles' bald head was still reflecting the light.

There has always been a mystery about Professor

There is a theory that it was affected by his ability. His psychic ability was so powerful that it caused him to lose the ability to move his lower limbs and lose his hair.

There is also a theory that Magneto caused him to become a paraplegic and that his hair fell out due to drugs.

The little Charles in front of me looks a bit like a comic version, but without hair. Is this caused by changes in the world line?

Just because the Great Flood in New York did not occur but a fire occurred instead, and the Xaviers did not study toxic seawater but participated in atomic bomb research, did the radiation affect little Charles?

The last time I saw old Charles, he didn't show much ability, but it seemed easy for him to block other people's consciousness. Does this mean that this Charles' strength will only be stronger than that of the 616 universe?

After thinking about it for a while, Su Ming quickly let go of the problem, as long as he would observe it closely in the future. This is not his top priority now.

He responded to Howard's words. Playboy's hands were shaking now that the effects of adrenaline had passed.

"It's not Hydra. As much as I hate to admit it, the marksmanship of Hydra agents should be much better than this."

"I almost died. For me, their shooting skills are good enough." Howard forced a smile.

Su Ming took out the cigarette case and threw it to him to calm him down. Nicotine was very helpful: "Why do they want to kill you? Howard, what have you done recently?"

"Me? I recently slept with a few actresses, bought a few buildings, learned to be a chef, and went to sea. But I don't know who this will offend."

Howard took out a cigarette and lit it. He looked at the luxurious interior of the car and fell into memories. Could it be that some women hate him because of love and love him so much that they want to kill him?

Su Ming rolled his eyes: "Who asked you this? I'm asking you what your research project is at SSR?"

"Oh, well, I was studying launch vehicles with Dr. Zola recently. Those in the military want to put nuclear bombs on the rockets. If a mustache appears next time, we can blow up Berlin with the push of a button. Ping, Zola has a lot of knowledge about v2 missiles, so the two geniuses have made great progress recently."

"Howard?" Sharon opened her eyes wide and shook her head towards Howard, her face elongated.

SSR's scientific research projects are strictly confidential, but this guy revealed it carelessly!

Howard looked puzzled, but soon turned into helpless. He waved his hand at her, there was nothing to keep secret.

Sharon still didn't know what kind of power capital had in this country. As long as Slade wanted to inquire about something, this kind of project couldn't be hidden from him at all.

"Was Dr. Brian Xavier with you during his lifetime?" Su Ming asked again.

"No, his project is independent. I don't know." Howard shook his head to express his ignorance. He is a physicist. Although he is a genius, Brian is a generalist and has made achievements in all aspects of physics, chemistry, and biology: " Sharon, you know what? Did he ever go home and talk to you?"

"Confidentiality agreement, Howard, he didn't mention a word about it." Sharon put her forehead on her hands, bent down and cried again: "I hope he can be less disciplined sometimes."

"What about you? Little Charles, what did you see?" Even if he didn't say it, it doesn't mean that everyone doesn't know about it. Now that Charles can't control his abilities, there must be some information that has got into his mind. .

Little Charles looked at his mother. Sharon was looking at him worriedly. The ability to read other people's thoughts was too terrifying. Once others knew about it, they would definitely be silenced.

However, Charles still gave the answer. He wanted to know why his father died: "I don't know much. My parents rarely go home, but I know the name of his project, which is called 'black womb.' .”

"Is that so? Slade will take us to Camp Caspian and I'll find someone to ask." Howard immediately wrote it down.

Camp Caspian is where Captain America once trained. After the war, the underground there was converted into the SSR headquarters. Now they are using it as a base to expand their power around the world.

Sharon opened her mouth, closed it again, and touched Charles' head attentively. Howard had exposed the location of the headquarters to others again, and she felt very tired.

Su Ming shook his head and lit a cigarette himself: "No, I know about the Black Womb Plan, and I have to say that Dr. Xavier's death was not worth it."

Howard spread his hands to Sharon and made an innocent expression: "See, I said he has great energy."