The Death Knell

Howard reluctantly watched the check being put into Deathstroke's backpack. He didn't know what Deathstroke planned to do with not only his own money but also blood.

But whether it was the wrist that had just been bled, or the wallet that had just been bled, it still hurt.

However, he is very good at comforting himself. After the death knell received the reward, his service attitude seemed to be better.

In the past, I was criticized for everything I said, and I had all kinds of heartache and scars. It was not like hiring a mercenary, but a talk show host.

"We can't see anything else about the body. Leave it here and I'll find someone to deal with it."

Deathstroke threw the body on the side of the road, wiped the blood on the hood, and got into the passenger seat.

After a while, he found a public phone and called Gin and asked her to send someone to drag the body back to the college and give it to Holloway for a look. Su Ming just waited for the autopsy report.

Howard sat in the driver's seat, started the engine and complained: "Why is the employer driving? Aren't you a bodyguard?"

The air in the street smelled of blood. Su Ming turned his head to the side of the car window: "Go to Camp Caspian."

"Why are you ignoring me? Is this an improvement in service attitude?" Howard took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Stop when passing by a public phone." Su Ming added.

"Why don't you answer my question?" Howard reluctantly started the vehicle, and the black sports car slowly drove out of the dark street.

"...."

Deathstroke did not answer, as if under the black and yellow mask, the man had fallen asleep.

Howard put the cigar into his mouth and turned the steering wheel slowly: "Next time, I will ask the House of Representatives to legislate to protect the rights and interests of consumers. I paid for it."

"Do you think I care about the law?" A deep voice sounded in the car.

"So you're not asleep. What are you going to do at Camp Caspian? My affairs are not related to Dr. Xavier's affairs, right?"

Howard believed that a professional mercenary like Deathstroke must have investigated all the situations before taking the job, so he didn't tell what happened at all.

"Huh..." Deathstroke stopped talking again.

Howard shrugged helplessly. It was too late now. Even if he wanted a refund, it was too late. He had no choice but to continue.

Logically speaking, he should return to Stark Industries and use himself as bait to let Deathstroke deal with the incoming enemies.

But not catching anyone alive just now has proved that such a plan will not work. It is really better to let Deathstroke go to Camp Caspian to see for himself.

It can't be stopped anyway.

Howard couldn't remember what he had done to offend others. Maybe bystanders could see it more clearly.

It's just that the distance from New York to Camp Lehigh is not that short. Even if we drive fast, we will arrive tomorrow morning.

Has this all been accounted for?

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

Camp Caspian is still the same, with dilapidated wooden barracks and a lone flagpole on the playground. From the surface, it looks like it is abandoned.

But at one end of the playground, a new bunker-like building was built, and the snow in front of the door had some traces of trampling.

"Still a gopher."

Su Ming put the big sword behind his back and followed Howard to the door.

A camera moved, obviously seeing the two of them, but the steel door didn't move at all.

"They don't seem to be planning to open the door." Howard moved his neck. After driving all night, there was no drop of water on his teeth, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

"It doesn't matter. Many people refused at first, but then they couldn't live without me."

Su Ming bent down, dug a small hole in the door with his big sword, and put his hand in.

Then he exerted a little force, and with a loud rumbling sound and sparks from friction on both sides of the door, the door weighing dozens of tons was lifted directly above his head.

"Come in," he said lightly to Howard.

"Uh, thank you..." Howard smiled awkwardly as if he had seen a ghost. Although he knew Deathstroke was a super soldier, he didn't expect it to be so super. It was much stronger than Captain America.

As the two people entered the gate, the heavy steel gate was casually thrown down, and the mountain shook again. The alarm sounded and the lights in the room turned red. Su Ming saw several soldiers looking at the two people blankly.

They are all trash. They may be elites to others, but to Deathstroke, they are just ordinary people and there is no need to kill.

He motioned to Howard to lead the way and continued to move forward in a swaggering manner, drifting past the eyes of the soldiers.

Howard looked embarrassed. He really didn't know what to do. He said he was being held hostage. He paid the money himself, and the inside of the SSR was not necessarily safe. But what was the difference between Deathstroke coming in like this and attacking by force?

The big sword broke through the door again and again. No matter what kind of metal the gate was made of, the black weapon just swung out with one sword.

Howard had gradually become numb. When the last door fell down, a huge office could be seen, and everyone in it was pointing guns at the two people.

The soldiers were armed with assault rifles, and even the civilians were armed with pistols.

Everyone is treating them seriously, but many old employees who have experienced the last Deathstroke invasion are now as white as paper.

It's unstoppable. Without Captain America here, no gun is a threat to Deathstroke.

"Put down your weapons and don't die."

A hoarse voice sounded in the room, like a devil's whisper appearing in everyone's ears. Several tentacles stretched out from behind the death knell. Those tentacles held several heavy machine guns, and yellow bullet chains were dragged on the ground. The sound of metal scraping.

The tentacle loaded the heavy machine gun very skillfully, and there was a continuous clicking sound of reloading.

The air became extremely quiet, as if you could hear a pin drop. Howard's eyes rolled around, and he didn't know what to do.

Should I pretend to be the victim?

The SSR staff on the opposite side didn't know what to do. They were the ones being pointed at. Deathstroke was indeed ridiculously strong, but hundreds of people surrendered to one person. How would SSR see anyone after this?

"Colonel orders, drop your weapons!"

At this moment, a black figure walked out from behind the crowd. Just the opposite of the others, he had a smile on his dark face.

None other than Nick Fury.

His hands were empty, and the Howling Commandos behind him also had no weapons. Dugan, wearing a round hat, was asking people around him about Deathstroke.

Strangler also put the weapon back into his backpack, and it integrated into the host's body as if it didn't exist.

"Long time no see, Deathstroke." Nick Fury walked over directly to shake hands with Su Ming. His smile softened a lot, but he still did not show any hostility: "You don't need to be so hostile to us. SSR has not done anything against you. .”

"This time Dr. Stark hired me to investigate his assassination and the death of Dr. Xavier. Mercenaries also need to eat, so I'm here."

Nick Fury's eyes drifted towards Howard's face, but he showed no emotion. He nodded as if he understood.

"Dr. Stark was assassinated? When?"

"Once last night, once in the morning and once in the evening. I was present that night when the gunman committed suicide." Su Ming simply hooked Fury's shoulder and patted him casually.

Fury now has a rather fashionable side parting, which to be honest doesn't suit his skin tone.

The Howling Commandos evacuated first with the others. Su Ming didn't bother to pay attention to these people. They were all big soldiers and civilian personnel. He didn't need any hostages.

Nick Fury is such a petty person.

Fury didn't know what Deathstroke was thinking. He touched his chin, signaled to his subordinates, and said at the same time: "So is there any evidence that Dr. Xavier's death is related to this?"

"Do you still remember what I told you in Paris?" Su Ming asked in a low voice.

"I understand." The black man nodded, he understood.

"Take me to meet the new leader, and then go to the lower-level laboratory to have a look, and I will tell you the conclusion."

"The laboratory... may be a little inconvenient. If you want to know something, I can help you see it. You can still trust me, right?" Fury smiled and took Su Ming deeper.

trust you? Believe that you are not far from death.

The future leader of SHIELD agents has a heart darker than his skin. His famous saying is, "SHIELD will never negotiate." This seems to be the wrong approach.

"Of course I can trust you, but nothing here is trustworthy. I have to see with my own eyes whether there are any traces of disguise at the scene, and Dr. Stark has paid the fee. I have to work, and anyone who stands in my way will die."

Fury took a deep breath, pursed his lips and turned to look at Howard, who showed a smile that was uglier than crying.