The Death Knell

Don't expect the Crimson Evil God to reply, "Yes, dear." He doesn't know how to hunt for treasures, and the Evil Gods don't get close to humans.

Su Ming did this just to adjust the atmosphere, so that Seratok on the opposite side would not be frightened when he found out that there was a mustache mage here.

Fear can be exploited, and that's dangerous.

The hole is very small. As a space wormhole, it looks not much bigger than a golf hole. The red clouds on the opposite side are constantly twisting and changing like a kaleidoscope. These energy particles are so rich that they are visible to the naked eye. As long as they are thrown out, they are natural. Attack magic.

These particles were pushed away by a huge palm, revealing a huge demonic figure with six horns on its head.

He was bare-chested, revealing red skin. He looked a bit like Surtur, only bigger and stronger, with nebulae and lightning formed by energy swirling around him.

He is the Crimson Universe itself, the being who transformed himself into the concept of the universe.

The huge human figure only appeared for a moment, and the hole was flooded by other red smoke. While the sight was obscured, a unique rhythmic sound came from the hole.

"A mortal?"

"Yes, a mortal."

"Interesting, what do you want?"

"A trivial fraction of your power."

"You have my power in your universe, go find it, hahaha..."

After the demon finished speaking, he cut off the contact.

Su Ming touched his chin. Seratok felt that he was one of the demon gods who was easier to talk to. 'Seratok Red Belt' was famous for its low price.

He has almighty universe-level strength, but he is bound to a single universe.

Therefore, he likes to distribute rubies to various universes, which are the introduction to his power. Those who possess the rubies can even destroy the earth with one punch.

Of course, not only does he look like a demon, he also acts like one, and his gems never come for free.

Not to mention affecting the mind, it also spreads crimson energy. This energy with chaotic properties is very powerful and will turn all those who come into contact into violent maniacs and lunatics.

As energy continues to spread, the entire universe will become 'deep red', and then Seratok will swallow this universe into his own deep red universe through the connection of energy.

This is fishing.

Many people will think that Seratok has no ambition because the crimson magic is easy to use and the price is very low, so they pursue his power. Then they discover the existence of Seratok's ruby, use the ruby ​​to do whatever they want, and finally ruin their own universe.

Seratok never needed a contract. The gem was a contract, a bait, a strength, and a drug.

The future owner of the ruby ​​​​is Red Tank, who is Charles's stepbrother and the person Su Ming believes is best suited to keep the Seratok gem.

Because he has held the gems for decades, the earth has not been corroded. Although he is very inclined to be a villain, it must be said that he is a very limited person.

"Well, it seems that the influence of time has its limit." Su Ming stroked his beard and turned around, calling Gin Jiu outside the door: "There's nothing to do. Now I just wait until dark for me to go out and do errands."

"Kama Taj..."

Monaco stretched out a hand, as if to hold back Deathstroke, but Su Ming twisted and he missed the opportunity.

In just a short moment, the other party's figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor, and he ran very fast.

The moustache mage was going to say something else, but was stopped by Hamil. The thin guardian shook his head slightly and gave Monaco a look to let him understand.

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

"Hey...why aren't you here yet?"

In the car on the roadside, Howard held the steering wheel and looked out the window with a cigar in his other hand.

But except for the dark night, there seemed to be nothing here.

Calling his address for ordering food, he didn't find anything wrong at the time. But when he came here at night, Howard found that all the street lights here were broken, the buildings beside the road were all dark, and there was no light on the whole street. nor.

No cars, no pedestrians, it's like a ghost town.

This atmosphere was so permeable that even if he turned the heating in the car to the maximum, goosebumps would still appear on his body.

So he lit a cigar and looked around waiting for eight o'clock to arrive. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have been running around alone without bodyguards on the night he was assassinated.

But thinking about the military guarantee that the death knell could bring, he decided to take a little risk. The Havana cigar made him less nervous, and he was just a little anxious.

“Don’t smoke in the dark if you’re not sure.”

A large black sword was suddenly placed on his neck, and the star-like decoration made Howard immediately recognize the person.

But before he could say anything, a bullet landed on the sword, turned into a small copper cake, and landed hot on his pants.

The sniper in the distance aimed at him again, and the attack came as promised, except that the shot was blocked by Deathstroke in advance, and instead seemed to hit the sword deliberately.

"So hot!" Howard slapped his crotch, converting the kinetic energy of the bullet into heat energy.

"Hide well, I'll catch them."

Just as he appeared silently in the passenger seat, Deathstroke's departure was also silent. He turned over and got out of the car window and flew directly into the black night. He caught two people and came back in a short time.

He threw the two men on the hood, facing up, and shined a flashlight on their faces. Strangler threw the gunman's weapon on top and retracted himself into Deathstroke.

"Do you know these two people?"

Howard shook his head in disgust and retched: "What the hell is this? Do they look like this?"

These are two people wearing suits. If you don’t look at their faces, they can be said to be human beings. When you see the face, you will find a disgusting feeling that is not the same as that of the little cousin. They have no face.

If Deadpool's face is avocado-shaped, these two people's faces are wool ball-shaped.

Their entire faces had been damaged with knives or soldering irons. There were layers of old scars in different directions, and the connective tissue after various scars had healed damaged the facial features.

It was as if their heads had been stuffed into a meat grinder and then pulled out, and it was as if layers of opaque wax had melted onto their faces.

Once you see such a look, you will never forget it, and Howard said that if he has never seen it before, then he really doesn't know.

The two of them committed suicide immediately after discovering the appearance of the death knell, so fast that Su Ming didn't have time to catch them alive. It was really bloody.

Su Ming sighed slightly and began to check their belongings.

A Wilson rifle equipped with a sniper scope, which is a copycat 98K.

A modified Wilson assault rifle with a large magazine, a copycat AK.

Two pistols, both Wilson knock-off Glocks.

In addition to the magazines, their suit pockets also contained some change, two masks, two packs of Wilson cigarettes, and a small bottle of Skywalker liquor.

These two creatures have no fingerprints. Their fingers were burned by fire, and all the palm prints have disappeared. Needless to say, the soles of their feet should be the same.

When you pinch open their mouths, you can see that the teeth that can be used to identify them are all dentures. They don't even have tongues. They must be mute.

In this way, even if they were resurrected with the Time Stone, they would not be able to get any information. Moreover, resurrecting anyone except Deadpool might be approached by the Lord of Hell or even Death to make a deal, and the gain would not be worth the loss.

The time stone cannot be exposed, especially if Charles at this stage knows that his father has just died, but there is not even ashes, and he cannot be resurrected by reversing time.

Let's use the conventional method. Su Ming looked at Howard, because all the existing clues pointed to Wilson Enterprises.

But she can be sure that this matter has nothing to do with her. Gin's control over her subordinates is unquestionable, and she does not have such an assassin unit under her command.

The way these people hide their identities will cause great difficulties in their daily lives. It would be difficult to go unnoticed if they appeared on the street. These people should live in darkness, and their pale faces can show that they usually live without seeing the light of day.

Howard leaned against the car door and held the rearview mirror. He also saw these clues.

He would not doubt Slade, because it was Slade who persuaded him to hire Deathstroke. All the evidence found at this time pointed to Slade. Could that one-eyed dragon be so stupid?

If this is not a frame-up, then it is a real encounter with a loyal user of Wilson Enterprises.

"Ah, I'll have something to talk about next time I see Slade. His weapon was used to kill me. It's really too much." Howard was still in the mood to joke.

Su Ming glanced at him, took out the God Killer and turned it into a scimitar: "You should think about why the gunman doesn't use Stark Industries weapons."

Howard pouted, what a heartbreaking question.

As a military-industrial enterprise, Stark Industries' products are not as good as those sold in department stores. It's really ironic. Even street shooters don't like to use them. It's so miserable...

When I get back, I will transfer the people in the weapons design department and ask them to study instant noodles.

"I will develop a new individual weapon, which must be better than that of Wilson Enterprises." Howard raised his chin and said arrogantly, full of the confidence of a genius, but he could not be more handsome for three seconds: "Uh... ..Wait, what are you doing?”

It turned out that while he was talking with a cigar between his fingers, Su Ming directly disemboweled the corpse with a machete.

"Autopsy examination of cause of death."

"I know it's an autopsy, I mean... why is it on the hood of my car?!" Howard pointed to the ground and then to his car: "This is a limited edition sports car, it's me Favorite car.”

"It's still a Wilson car."

Deathstroke turned to look at him and focused on his men's movements again.

"...Damn."

Howard sighed and looked up at the sky. The stars were so bright. Some snowflakes fell on his face. He felt so cold and lonely...

Especially the sound of the death knell cutting bones next to him made him even colder.

Click, click, click...

Su Ming was not a professional forensic doctor. For him, the chest opening was definitely not as beautiful as Holloway's. He just used a machete to draw a circle on the chest and abdomen of the corpse, lifting up the entire bone and flesh like a manhole cover. .

As he moved, a large amount of ashes flew out of the corpse's chest. They seemed to have been burning just now, and many of the smoldering fragments glowed slightly when they saw the wind.

All the internal organs were gone, and the cavity of the corpse was like a cold stove with only embers inside. Howard's fears did not come true. The body did not bleed much, and the hood was still clean.

"see it?"

Su Ming made some room to let Howard take a look at the situation.

Howard also became more serious. He returned to the car and took out his rubber gloves, reached out to twist a little ashes, and smelled it.

"It smells like blood. Their internal organs were burned. I don't know what chemicals can cause such an effect, but it's not ordinary strong acid or alkali. They may have drank rocket fuel and then set it on fire."

"Your answer? Rocket fuel?"

Nothing could be heard from Deathstroke's tone, but the two questions seemed to be filled with contempt.

"Hey, although I am a genius, I am not a medical genius. I am a physicist. What other answers do you want?" Howard struck directly. He did not smell any chemicals. This was beyond the scope of his knowledge. .

"It's nothing, it's just that the question is complicated. Let's play digital quizzes."

Deathstroke stretched out his thumb, index and middle fingers in front of him, rubbed them together, and made a sound like counting money.