The Death Knell

The speeding cars merged into the busy street, and it was completely safe now.

After making eye contact with Sharon for a while, Howard stuck his head out from the back seat with a playful smile: "Slade, since you know, can you tell us about it? What is that plan about?"

"I tell you that you can't solve it. Your level of genetics and medicine is about the same as mine, so it's all in vain."

Su Ming likes to collect information, but doesn't like telling others about it. Mysticism is very important.

Howard scratched his head anxiously and rolled his eyes: "I was almost killed just now. I am the victim. I have to know who did it, right?"

“Dr.

Su Ming held a cigarette in his mouth and drove the vehicle at high speed through the traffic, taking advantage of every opportunity, leaving a sound of abuse behind him.

"Well, how can you tell it's not a group of people?" Howard pulled his hair unhappily.

"The person who killed Dr. Hundreds of rounds were fired at us, and the gunshots could be heard in Manhattan, which represents military style and unscrupulousness."

Su Ming blew out a smoke ring, flicked the ashes out of the window, and replied calmly.

"Can't it be that the same group of people have two styles?" Although Howard heard the answer, he was still a little confused. He picked up the pillow of the front seat and raised an eyebrow.

"Do you think Nick Fury and the paratroopers can act together? Style determines the two types of people."

After hearing this answer, Howard thought for a moment and tried his best to simulate such a situation in his mind.

No matter how you think about it, it was Nick Fury who would throw those big soldiers under the enemy's fire, and then escape into the darkness and leave invisible...

He will use them, but not act with them.

Howard scratched his beard and sighed: "Well said, but Dr. Xavier was killed inside the base, which shows that nowhere is safe. How can I live without you?"

"So you told me the location of the SSR headquarters just because you intend to use me as a human shield?" Su Ming complained.

"The human shield sounds too ugly. Let's work together to find a way. Find a way." Howard rubbed his hands and said sheepishly.

"I heard you have a business card." Su Ming pouted and motioned to Howard to take out the business card holder.

Howard became embarrassed again and touched his hair: "I have a 400-square-meter warehouse dedicated to storing all kinds of business cards I receive. Which one are you talking about?"

"The legendary one, the one in New York Ghost Stories, the one where children will hide under the bed when they hear his name." Su Ming gave a long list of descriptions.

Howard understood, but he was also entangled: "You mean Deathstroke's business card, there is indeed one, but...my whole body feels numb when I see him. The smell of blood on his body is so strong that it cannot be dissipated, and before No one could reach him by phone at all.”

"I heard there are specific steps behind business cards. Did you not follow them?"

"Are you too well-informed? It is true, but the steps are too strange and there is no way to follow them."

Howard shook his head in refusal. He looked warily at the vehicles outside the window, and the owners of those cars were paying attention to this high-end car with all the broken glass.

"Would you know if you try it? Or are you planning to go home and write a suicide note? We've reached the right place."

Regardless of the troubled Howard, Su Ming threw him at the door of the Stark Group building, and then left with Charles and his son.

Howard stood on the side of the road, feeling the cold wind blowing against his face. A few strands of his hair came out from the bullet holes in his hat, like grass in the cracks of the rocks.

He shuddered and hurried back to the company.

.....................

Not long after, a car drove out from the underground of the Stark Building. A mysterious man with a tight covering was sitting in the driver's seat, with sunglasses completely blocking his face.

The car slowly merged into the traffic and drove towards the park.

Central Park is still the same. After the lake freezes in winter, there are many people skating here, but today is not a day off, so there are not too many people.

The mysterious man stopped the car on the side of the road. He tugged on the collar of his windbreaker and walked towards the public phone on the side of the road.

He put a few quarters into the phone, picked up the receiver, and with the sound of the clockwork twisting, the dial was fixed on each number.

"Dudududu...Hello, Smiley Face Fast Food Ordering Number." A nice female voice came from the other side of the receiver, but she spoke very fast and seemed very impatient.

The man in the trench coat shrank while holding the microphone, peered out through the transparency of the public telephone booth, and whispered: "I want to kill someone."

"Wrong call, bye." The other person said very simply.

"I'm sick."

"Do you have any medicine?"

But what is very strange is that the other party has no intention of hanging up the phone, as if waiting for something.

The man in trench coat turned over the business card in his hand, what's next? Oh, here it is... strip naked and dance to Little Star.

The corner of his mouth twitched, but he still did as it was written on the business card, untying his tie and holding the microphone with his free hand.

"Twinkle twinkle little stars, how I wonder where you are......"

The cold wind that penetrated through the cracks in the phone booth gave him goosebumps all over his body, but he still resolutely took off all his clothes, leaving only a pair of sunglasses. The low temperature made his nose stick to his mustache, but he still danced Dance like a hula.

The phone booth is not a completely enclosed space, and the designated phone booth is located on the side of a busy road, so it quickly attracted many people to watch.

"Tsk, tsk, you're a pervert, who's going to call the police?"

"He occupied the phone booth and couldn't call the police."

"He looks familiar. Have you seen him somewhere?"

"The butt is quite round."

Some people started pointing outside and discussing the size of certain parts of the naked man, while some people with children hurriedly left covering their children's eyes.

A line of tears flowed from under the sunglasses. He had lost something important. In this cold winter, in the days approaching Christmas, he was like the little match girl, feeling the coldness of the world.

But the matter has come to this, and there is no turning back.

He sang the last line and gripped the microphone tightly: "I want chocolate mayonnaise."

"Delivery address, 153 Queen Street, Queens, eight o'clock tonight, alone."

The other party's voice became cold, and he quickly said a series of words, which was the address of the transaction, and then the call was hung up.

The naked man hung up the phone and began to put on clothes as hard as he could. Then he opened the door of the phone booth, covered his face and ran quickly to the car.

The police haven't arrived yet, but reporters have arrived, especially the Daily Bugle, whose paparazzi can run faster than real dogs.

"Sir! Can you tell me why you did a striptease in a phone booth?"

"Sir, are you calling for gender equality in society?"

"Wait, sir, are you speaking out for people of color? Or are you dissatisfied with the president and holding a spontaneous demonstration?"

The reporters were chasing after him, but he didn't dare to look back. He covered his face and jumped into the car. What does taking off his clothes and talking on the phone have to do with people of color?

The flashing lights behind him connected together, and he had decided to sink the car to the bottom of the sea and not keep it anymore.

He started the car and ran towards the suburbs, quickly disappearing from everyone's sight.

The reporters looked at each other and nodded insignificantly. The task of separating the client and the crowd of onlookers was completed and they could evacuate.

.............

"Mrs. Sharon, you and Charles will live in the college during this period. I will find someone at SSR to help you ask for leave."

Su Ming opened a door and welcomed the mother and son into an empty dormitory with a smile.

Nowadays, the college is almost full, but Su Ming still left one building for emergencies. This is the building located on the edge of the school and next to the swamp.

But this winter, Charles has no chance to see crocodiles.

The decoration of this dormitory is no different from other dormitories. The first floor is a common room with a sofa and a TV. Various bagged foods are placed on the coffee table, and drinks from Wilson Enterprises are placed on the cabinet.

There are beautiful carpets on the ground, and the windows are very bright. You can see the snow piled on the window lattice, pressing out some dark lines.

Sharon sat on the sofa, covering her face, and slowly stroking her hair with the fingers of her hands like a comb. She didn't know what exactly happened today. Everything seemed to be in chaos since her husband's accident.

Charles visited several rooms with some curiosity, including the pantry, small kitchen and other places.

Su Ming touched his head: "How is it? Are you satisfied?"

"The environment is very good. When will Captain America come?" Charles sniffed. He seemed to have a cold.

"He is not in the United States. I can't say exactly when he will come back, but you can rest assured and stay here. My security force here is absolutely reliable."

Su Ming put him on the sofa, made two cups of instant coffee, and turned on the TV for them to watch.

He cannot be allowed to come into contact with some people in the academy. Some people here know a lot of secrets.

Charles' attention was quickly drawn away by the cartoons on the television. Although he looked like a mature person, he was actually just a child.

In TV programs, one cannot read one's own voice, nor can one guess the subsequent development, which is very interesting.

Sharon touched his head and looked at Su Ming gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Wilson. I don't even know how to thank you for your kindness."

"You're welcome. Howard's friends are my friends. Feel free to use everything in this building, but it's best not to leave here."

Su Ming responded with a smile, then closed the door and left.

If it weren't for Charles and the various loopholes caused by repairing time, Su Ming wouldn't have done anything to 'make friends'.

But let this stupid woman continue to be stupid. Her husband died because he was involved in the darkness. The more ignorant she is, the better. At least she must live until Charles grows up.