The Death Knell

The surrounding psychics nodded, indicating that the speaker was telling the truth. This slightly bald man with blue skin was indeed not the speaker's subordinate.

Su Ming smacked his lips.

"Okay, hand over the baby and take the crystal."

Simak wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Tanith's eyes, and he suppressed his words again.

At this time, the elders who had gone out to chat with Hela and the elders who had gone out to take oxygen were also brought in and placed on their chairs again.

Especially the elder who looks like a horse has changed from a white horse to a camouflage horse, with scars of different colors all over his body.

Hela threw the person back to the table as if nothing was wrong. She walked to the sofa far away and lay down on her side, supporting her head with her hands, as if she was getting ready to sleep.

Hela has this habit. She doesn't stand when she can sit, and doesn't sit when she can lie down. She does it wherever she can to save effort.

Among all the hell lords, she was the only one whose throne was a soft couch, and she slept on it every day.

The speaker ordered his men to bring the babies over. Now his life is in the hands of others. Without the crystal, even if he can leave, he will perish in the universe.

He could only make a bet that Deathstroke would keep his word.

Taking advantage of this time, Su Ming turned his attention to the two elders who returned to the meeting.

"Have you thought about it now?"

"Yes, yes." The horse-headed man expressed his position first. His grinning look was very interesting, but his eyes were full of tears: "My previous view was wrong. It is absolutely impossible for Asgard to provide us with shelter." , I now firmly support Simak’s opinion and fight the Cree to the end.”

Su Ming nodded happily. He was a good comrade even if he corrected his mistakes. He set his sights on the green man again.

At this time, the frog-like stranger's whole body was covered with thin frost, which gradually melted at room temperature. His big mouth was frozen purple, and everyone sitting there could hear the sound of his teeth shaking.

"I...I was wrong too. I...shouldn't have put my hope in the other party. Now we should fight."

"Hey, that's right. You all said a lot and you said it very well. That's what democracy is like. Everyone puts forward their opinions and then actively communicates to reach consensus."

Su Ming comforted them with a few words in a relaxed tone, and then turned his attention to the elders of the Landing Sect.

Unlike others, after that guy confirmed Deathstroke's human identity, he kept looking at Su Ming with longing eyes. He felt like a gay, which made the hair on his back stand up.

This alien old man has orange-red skin and a pair of small glasses hanging on his nose, which makes him look very awkward.

You must know that he looks like a dough bag spread out on a chair. He is extremely fat. Visually, he is about the same height as Su Ming, but his weight should be more than 300 kilograms. His skin is wrinkled like a Shar-Pei dog.

His face alone is as big as a car tire, and his little glasses are no bigger than a coin. Who knows what these glasses are for.

"What about you? Do you still want to land on Earth?"

"No, no, now that we have received human support, we are fully confident in fighting the Kree." He opened his mouth wide and smiled, and actually spoke in standard Mandarin: "Your strength is obvious to all. , I just don’t know your name yet?”

Su Ming suddenly felt thunder rolling from the sky. Do even strangers know the saying of immortality? Zheng Xian, Zheng Xian, what are you playing on the radio?

Her eyes like lightbulbs looked at Su Ming with reverence, and even shed some tears, like a groupie who saw his idol.

In this case, Su Ming can't let people down, right?

"Principal...Supreme Mage!"

He also answered the other party in standard Mandarin.

The orange alien was immediately overjoyed, even though he didn't know what the Supreme Mage was...

But generally speaking, those who claim to be poor are powerful, those who claim to be supreme are also very strong, and those who can be called mage are also good. Wouldn't the combination of the three be stronger?

They have summarized the intercepted human intelligence, and these words appear very frequently in human messages.

He was immediately reassured, with such a strong person present, the Cree people were nothing more than chickens and dogs.

Su Ming didn't give him another chance to speak. What if he asked where Shangxianxian Township was? Does Su Ming still want to report to the Himalayas and Kama Taj Cave?

Stop it now. This guy is a poor person who was deceived by false information. He is so pitiful that Su Ming can't bear to continue to deceive him.

"Look at this man, who of you is his subordinate?"

The terminal in front of everyone rose up, and Tanis had consciously turned into a secretary.

After seeing it, Simak and the other three people all shook their heads. This man was indeed from Attilan, but he did not belong to anyone in this chaos.

Su Ming turned his attention to a group of psychics, and they all said that everything the elders said was true.

Well, now that everyone has been ruled out, the fake colonel is the only faction not present.

Surrender faction led by Crees.

In other words, the fake colonel is not only lurking in the SSR, but he is also a spy for Attilan.

So when Su Ming heard him on the phone in his office, the person he contacted should be the Kree people hiding in human society, which was a bit troublesome.

I thought the Kree had just broken into the alien Attilan, but if there was one on the surface, it would be almost impossible to dig it out. There are also Kree people who look like humans, and they are much easier to hide than vampires.

Su Ming thought for a while, then took out a few more Terrigen crystals and threw them on the table.

There was a crash, like a pile of glass being poured out.

"Whoever of you can help me catch this person, these crystals will belong to him."

Although they are all strangers, they belong to different tribes. Even if the crystals will still exist in the Attilan secret library, the person who retrieves the crystals will undoubtedly gain the greatest political capital.

The previous speaker ran away, and the next speaker was still a baby. During this period...

Except for the blue-skinned man who was determined to run away, the eyes of the other elders were bright. Just now, there was a sense of sympathy for each other, but now it has turned into defensiveness and competition.

Su Ming noticed their expressions and couldn't help but sneered in his heart.

Whether human or alien, politicians are virtuous.

It is difficult for him to lock and capture a space user, but that does not mean that aliens have no way. There are all kinds of special abilities, and there are always some that restrain space teleportation.

Now Su Ming would use the crystals he had snatched from Attilan to bribe Attilan to work for him, which was a good deal.

The elders naturally knew where these crystals came from, but none of them were stupid enough to mention how Deathstroke obtained them. Instead, they acted as if Deathstroke had picked up a crystal from outer space and was now planning to sell it to them.

"Can I do it too?" the former Speaker unexpectedly spoke. After seeing the looks from the other elders, he slapped the table: "What do you think I'm going to do?! It's safer to reserve a few more crystals and go on the road!"

Su Ming smiled and made a huffing sound under the mask.

"Since the Speaker also wants to participate in the game, that's the best thing. But let me remind you that your competition is a competition, but if you still kill yourself, I will kill you first." Su Ming knocked on the table with his backhand and left a mark on it. The next string of pitfalls: "I like killing people the most, don't give me this chance."

"No, no, no..." the elders assured hurriedly.

"Then let's all go do things. Get someone to exchange crystals with me. I'll wait for you here." Su Ming returned to the pile of corpses and sat down firmly: "But don't think of uniting to deal with me. I know that in Attilan, even if you are all put together, you are just a minority."

Except for the orange elder, the other elders couldn't help but feel their hearts sinking. Deathstroke's words really hit their weaknesses.

Attilan follows a caste system, and those who account for the largest proportion of its population but have no say at all are the millions of slaves!

If Deathstroke uses the crystal to negotiate terms with the slaves, they can almost imagine their own death...

A group of people pushed and shoved each other and swarmed out.