The Death Knell

"If you ask me, the key is here. Look at the order of these diodes, and then look at this line..." Howard pointed at a few places with a screwdriver, then picked up a few wires, frothing at the mouth. Argue with those around you.

"No, your attention is in the wrong place. It's obviously this little ball. This is the key." Another person had a different opinion. He tapped the robot's chest with the pen in his hand, but no one could see it. Understand the device.

Zola looked to his left and right for a while, with a humble smile on his face. He simply said, "Don't quarrel, don't quarrel. What you said makes sense. We can experiment next."

Su Ming came to the door of Howard's laboratory in a familiar way. No agent along the way dared to stop him. Only the long-haired braised egg who rushed back to the headquarters to maintain the situation followed him ghostly.

As soon as he came back, he heard Howard arguing with others, and Zola, who was supposed to play a key role, started paddling again.

"Well, that's the new scientific genius who joined us, Dr. Henry Jonathan Pym. He is only 14 years old and already has a PhD in biology and physics from the California Institute of Technology. He is also a very nice person. You can call him Hank."

Noticing that Deathstroke had stopped, Fury lost no time in introducing the newcomers.

To be honest, Mustache's actions this time and Faust's destruction of SSR made both him and Steve a little anxious.

Paige and Steve and the second-generation Captain America stayed in Washington to stabilize the situation, while he and the Howling Commandos returned to Camp Caspian to solve other problems. In this environment, it would be great if Deathstroke was willing to help kill Mustache. .

So although his face was as black as coal, his attitude was uncharacteristically enthusiastic.

"His name is Henry, but his nickname is Hank?" Su Ming said casually: "And he graduated from California Institute of Technology, you know? Being associated with this school is troublesome."

Why do you say that? Just look at the people coming out of Caltech in the Marvel world.

The Hulk, the Big Boss, the Goddess, and if it were the MCU, the female Thor would be added, they are all problem children. Of course, the Goddess went to four universities, and Caltech only has about a quarter of the responsibility.

"Well...people can choose their own nicknames. Just like me, no acquaintance would call me Nicholas. They all call me Nick or Fury." Fury explained helplessly, and he began to doubt Deathstroke. Are you a foreigner? Because things like nicknames are not necessarily related to names.

"Then why aren't you called 'Bruce'?"

Behind the mask, Su Ming rolled his eyes and walked towards the three people in the laboratory.

Fury shuddered. He didn't know why, but when he heard that name, he felt the overwhelming darkness coming over him, and the deep malice in Deathstroke's words.

It's like if he changes his name, he will immediately suffer madly. Is this some kind of curse?

The little black man with the afro did not immediately follow the death knell. Instead, he secretly gave a signal to Dugan, who was following him from a distance, with his hands behind his back, asking them to find out what was going on at Caltech, and at the same time, to find out about people named Bruce across the country. I always feel like this person might owe Deathstroke a lot of money.

People who dare to owe money to Deathstroke are still alive. Such talents must be absorbed into SSR!

"Hi, Howard, I'm back. How are you doing?" Su Ming dragged a chair and rested on it.

Howard glanced back at him, put down the screwdriver in his hand, wiped his oil-filled hand on a rag beside him, and raised his chin proudly:

"It came just in time. The children and I had some differences of opinion. I think the memory storage mechanism of the Führer should still be in his head, and the body is just the transmission frame. But Hank thinks it is that small ball, which has a wonderful effect."

Dr. Pim also wiped his hands, smiled and stretched out his hand to Su Ming: "Hello, Mr. Deathstroke, I often hear people mention you."

Upon hearing this, Su Ming turned his head. Howard and Fury quickly turned their faces and looked at the corners and ceiling of the room, as if there were flowers there.

Su Ming pouted, stretched out his hand and shook Pim's hand casually: "It seems they didn't say anything good about me."

"No, they praise you as the strongest warrior in the world. I think strong should be a compliment." Pim smiled very gracefully and explained for Fury.

How should I put it, Pim and Charles are similar in that they are both precocious teenagers, but Charles smiles more sincerely, while Pim has a little bit of acting skills.

"Let me see that..." Su Ming was polite and did not need their permission. He looked at the 'dissected' metal body of the head of state and the densely packed pipes and cables in the chest. Underneath, there is a small silver-white ball: "Ah, so it's this."

"Do you know him?" Howard asked, bringing his eyes closer and rubbing his hands.

"That happened a long time ago. At that time, I participated in World War II and met a Hydra leader named Blue Glove in Paris." Su Ming pulled out the ball and held it in his hand to look at it carefully. Although it was not The one that had been strangled and bitten at the beginning was still roughly the same: "He is actually a bionic man. I took out this thing from his brain, which can upload intelligence and memory to a signal base station thousands of kilometers away. As a backup for activating the next body.”

"What's the principle?" Howard frowned. Could it be that Hank was right and he was wrong?

"Who knows, you are a physicist and I am not." Su Ming threw the small silver ball into Howard's arms angrily: "Anyway, the last one was pressed into the cracks of the bricks of the bell tower of Notre Dame de Paris. "

Upon hearing this, Fury hid his hands behind his back without changing his expression.

"Did you kill Blue Glove?"

Zola looked at Deathstroke in shock, her legs trembling. He still remembered that man who was as elegant as a noble and very powerful. He originally thought he was lurking in the war, but he didn't expect that he died silently at the hands of the death knell without anyone knowing.

Su Ming looked at him: "Yes, and a few hours ago I killed Faust of Hydra, your new director. What? Are you planning to avenge your former friends?"

"No! No, no, haha." The sweat on Zola's head fell. He took out a red and white checkered handkerchief and wiped his face: "Blue Gloves and Faust always bullied me back then. I I hate them so much, and the Red Skull, they are all monsters, die well!”

"If Faust hadn't disguised himself when he infiltrated the SSR, it would be normal for you not to recognize him. Otherwise, you would be more suspicious this time." Fury then warned Zola in a cold tone: "So it's best The best way is to help us find the whereabouts of Mustache quickly. Only when he is dead can you prove your innocence."

"Definitely, definitely, haha... Well, Dr. Stark, can you please show me that little ball?" Zola wiped his sweat more frequently. He timidly stood on tiptoes and tried to please him. The tone made a request to Howard.

Su Ming looked at Zola who had found an idea, and Pim who looked thoughtful. He knew that he had to wait a few minutes, so he had nothing to do, so he might as well play with Fury.

"Faust's body is in a corn farm on the outskirts of Montgomery. You send someone to bring it back. It has nothing to do with me taking the credit. Please pay the fee first."

With that said, Su Ming rubbed his fingers at Fury.

Howard gave him a covert look.

Pack! Just keep pretending! He is obviously a billionaire but still pretends to be a masked mercenary. Who did he learn this dark behavior from?

If I weren't afraid of death, I would have exposed you long ago!