The Death Knell

The sea surface passed quickly from below, the blue waves reflected the sunlight and shimmered like fish scales, and the sea breeze brought a salty smell. Su Ming held the freezer with one hand and held Hela with the other, quickly approaching America.

She was a little uncomfortable being dragged away, and she had a boring expression on her face: "What do you want their broken rocks for? Those things won't do us any good."

Su Ming glanced at her, originally not intending to explain, but now he was idle.

"There is a saying among human beings that one's own garbage may be other people's treasures. This thing is of no use to us, but there is still an alien force on the earth, which is a hermit who split away tens of thousands of years ago. In their hands Life would be miserable without crystal.”

Hearing Deathstroke say that others were miserable, coupled with his gloating tone, Hela already understood this guy's plan.

Whether it's a check or a balance, Deathstroke must have a plan, and it's a plan that she can't see in a short period of time.

Su Ming propped up the freezer on his shoulders and continued to explain to her: "As the key to Attilan, the Terrigen Crystal is like the most important means of production, and the uneven distribution of the means of production will only promote the development of other countries." The birth of a human being.”

"Dictator." Hela understood the second intention: "Without the crystal, the caste system based on ability ranking would not exist."

"So I'm quite satisfied that the fat orange guy won the competition. I like his attitude towards humans very much, and it saves a lot of trouble."

"Aren't you afraid that he won't win in the end?" Hela smiled half-heartedly.

"History is always written by the victors, and I can give the pen to whomever I want." Deathstroke replied in a hoarse voice.

During the war, he sided with the SMS rebels. But after the war, he preferred to be a descendant who had a good impression of human beings.

No one has stipulated that whoever you support must support it to the end.

"Would it be in your interest for Attilan to have a king?" Hela tilted her head, her long black hair flying in the wind.

"Who knows, haha..."

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After returning to the company from the hidden route, Su Ming invited Hela to have lunch to thank her for her help. However, only Su Ming and Gin were eating at the table. Hela was not interested in food. She just held the wine glass. Stop drinking.

After the meal, the two discussed some cooperation issues. Su Ming said that it was not yet time. Hela could come to Earth at any time in the future, as long as there was no massacre or similar big disturbances.

After Hela returned to the underworld, Su Ming's shoulders immediately slumped. He returned to bed step by step, not eating the half-eaten steak.

"Boss?" Gin came over and touched his shoulder.

"Stop talking and call Hamil for me."

At this time, the suit formed by strangulation was removed from his body, and the muscles that had lost their restraints suddenly became limp like minced meat in a plastic bag.

Except for the fact that the shape of his bones remained unchanged, he collapsed on the bed like a bag of water. All the muscles in his body were washed away by the explosion. At this time, the flesh was already strong enough to make peeing beef balls.

If it weren't for Strangler and Cloak, it would be difficult for him to come back, let alone perform in front of Hela.

As expected, it was still a bit difficult to dismantle the battleship with bare hands. The technology obtained this time had to be digested quickly, at least the super bomb had to be obtained first.

Hamill moved quickly, and the portal arrived almost immediately. He and Gin approached the bed, and they were still calm after seeing his injury: "Master."

Su Ming nodded slightly towards him: "Do you know what to do?"

"I see."

Hamil immediately began to prepare magic. He used the hanging ring to draw magic circles out of thin air and imprinted them on the surrounding walls. Then he stood aside to indicate that the work was over.

The strangulating tentacles took Su Ming's hand and placed it on his chest.

A burst of green light flashed, the time stone took effect, and Su Ming returned to his original state as if he was blowing air.

He sat up and stretched his neck: "Are you sure no one will notice?"

"I blocked all sight."

Hamil helped him stand up, then took out the black pot from behind, planning to make a nourishing medicinal meal on the spot.

Su Ming wasn't sure if anyone was watching him. From the Supreme Intelligence to the Skrulls, from aliens to mutants, there were too many detection methods, and he didn't want them to know about the Time Stone yet.

So he kept insisting on returning to his home on Earth and found Hamil as the protector, so that he could use the power of gems with peace of mind.

Ginjiu brought his nightgown, but Su Ming shook his head and refused.

"It's not time yet, the whole thing is not over yet." The suit formed by the strangulation wrapped him up again, and he adjusted the tie turned into a cloak: "Gin prepares a truck, I will go to Tadashi Academy alone."

Gin nodded and returned to the phone.

"Dinner?" Hamil lit up the fire with a magic circle and was putting something like a toad into the black pot.

"No, thank you. Go and help me see if Modo is fascinated by Satana. If so, tell him that the Supreme Mage agrees with his decision. It is better to travel thousands of miles to read thousands of books and be able to work as a clerk in the Queen's shop. Turtle is also a rare opportunity to experience dark life.”

"As you command." The portal opened again, and Hamil walked in holding the pot.

He can probably understand the intentions of the Supreme Mage. Mordo's pedantic Kama Taj is well known to everyone, and he can't stand dark things at all.

This time it was rare that he could accept the darkness, so he naturally had to experience it more to reshape his outlook on life and values.

"The car is ready." Gin came over and helped him modify his clothes a little. Some parts of the strangulation did not fit very well: "The coffin you brought back was also secretly loaded into the car. It looks a bit like Asgard's surgery. tower."

"Almost, it's alien technology." Su Ming began to take out things from his backpack, which were all spoils of this operation: "These should be given to the adjutant, and these stained glass windows should be replaced in my office. By the way, Surte Isn’t your leather rug finished yet?”

"There are some difficulties in tanning, I will keep an eye on it." Gin took the items one by one and put them aside in categories: "As long as you send the items there, they should be back soon, right?"

Su Ming smiled and shook his head. He walked to the desk and poured a glass of wine: "There is a question about the matter. I have traveled to so many places and still haven't found the answer."

"Oh?" Gin Jiu also came over, leaned on the desk to pour herself a drink, and then toasted with Su Ming. Her big eyes blinked: "What's the suspicion?"

"Howard suffered two assassinations, one at the cemetery and one at the meeting place with me." Su Mingyang raised his head and drank the drink in one gulp: "The time when the first assassination occurred is the biggest problem."

"You mean..." Gin rolled his eyes and suddenly opened them wide.

"Yes, Howard and I arrived at the cemetery around 12 noon. Although the weather was windy, it was still sunny." Su Ming said lightly.

Gin put his fingers on his lips, imitating teeth: "And for the second assassination, it was two vampires who committed suicide in front of you."

Su Ming picked up a pile of paper from the desk and handed it to Gin: "We recovered the body. Holloway conducted a comprehensive inspection of the body. What do you think is missing from the report?"

"He didn't detect any ingredients in the sunscreen."

Gin took the report and smiled. Sure enough, that was the problem.

If a vampire needs to be active during the day, then at least buy the highest-end sunscreen from Wilson Enterprises. If vampires use this kind of sunscreen, because clothes cannot completely block ultraviolet rays, they not only need to apply it all over their skin, but also on the scalp under their hair. To wipe.

The assassin who is oiled up during the day is clean at night? Su Ming didn't see it that way.

As a mercenary and a killer, he understands the habits of killers.

Many people like to take a bath after killing someone, and he himself is the same. But I have never seen someone take a bath, change clothes, and take a bath and incense before killing someone.

There is indeed Ximen Chuixue in the novel, but that is too far behind.

In other words, those who assassinated Howard during the day and those who assassinated Howard at night were not the same group at all!

"I've realized this problem a long time ago, but I didn't show it. Instead, I went around in a big circle to see if the mastermind behind the scenes was making any moves." As he spoke, Su Ming poured himself another glass of wine: "It's a pity. , I came into contact with mutants, vampires, aliens, demons, Asgardians, Kree and Skrulls, and the people behind the scenes did not show their flaws..."

"Sounds very calm." Gin thought for a moment and took a drink.

Su Ming nodded and looked at the sea outside the window: "So I have a guess that that guy Howard lied to me."

"Why do you say that?" Gin touched his chin. Howard didn't know that Slade was Deathstroke, so this move was meaningless.

"He and I originally made an appointment to meet at Stark Tower, but in fact he got in the car halfway on the roadside, as if he was waiting for me." Su Ming said Howard's doubts and slowly traced his fingers on the desk: "Before getting in the car, he looked around for a long time, as if he was looking to see if anyone was following him. To be precise, he was hoping that someone was following him."

"Well..." Gin also looked out the window. She didn't know the situation at that time, but it did sound suspicious.

"Then we met the family members of the deceased Professor Xavier at the cemetery. Charles Jr., the son of Professor Xavier, was a psychic. He could read other people's thoughts. During the subsequent conversation, Howard held the widow's hand. Out of the reach of young Charles, who only read two of their sentences before his nosebleed and he could no longer continue.”

"But now you have caught the stranger who killed Professor Xavier, and it turns out that he is the murderer." Gin hugged her arms. She felt that things were a little complicated, but the answer was simple: "The mission is over."

"But now I want to see who made such a big move and brought in all the forces. You must know that whether it is a blood-sucking worm or an obelisk, the world will be over if it does not play well." Su Ming poured the wine glass. It was buckled on the table, leaving a wet mark: "This is an unstable factor. I can't feel at ease unless it is discovered."

"Okay, boss, what do you think we should do?" Gin nodded seriously. Since the boss planned to continue digging deeper, she also supported it.

"First, let Charles see his father-killing enemy." Su Ming took off the coat from the hanger, put it on himself, and put on the soft hat as well: "Inform Dottie and the others to help me target Stark. position, his bill will be much longer this time.”