The Death Knell

In the end, whether it was Howard or Hank, they both talked about the same theory, but they were the kings of talking.

If you really want to work and do practical things, you still have to look to Dr. Zola.

Zola took the little ball, put a pair of multi-layer glasses on his forehead that pocket watch makers often wore, and started working with a lot of tools.

Since Deathstroke said this is a prop for uploading data, whether it is through radio waves or other means, you can always find parts that are suspected to be transmitters inside, and then use triangulation to track the test band emitted by you, and you should be able to find the target location. .

As for which part of the small ball is the transmitter after it is opened, and which part is the data conversion part, you only need to experiment one by one to know.

Under the threat of life and death, Zola burst out with great enthusiasm as always, and his two arms almost became afterimages when he moved. Put together with his short body and big head, it was very ridiculous.

He may have only heard Fury's threat. If he can't find the leader, he will become a punching bag or a scapegoat. He doesn't want to die yet.

In this way, Howard sat with his legs crossed and drank coffee. From time to time, he insisted on criticizing Zola's work, thinking that his electric cutting posture was not cool enough, or that sweat flowed into his eyes and was unhygienic.

"Okay, you have nothing to do, right? Come with me, I need your help with something."

Seeing Howard's arrogant look, picking on Zola like a slave, Su Ming helplessly grabbed the collar of his neck and grabbed Howard out like a cat.

Fury didn't dare to say anything, so he could only give Howard a sympathetic look and watch Deathstroke lead people to the toilet at the end of the corridor.

"Tell me, why do you want to talk to me, and you have to go to the women's room to talk about it?" Howard didn't want to stay here at all. Deathstroke had no bottom line because he was a masked man, and he was not. If someone saw him, When you come out of the women's room, expect to be gossiped about.

Why did Deathstroke choose a place like the toilet? That's because Fury is back, and now the SSR is leaderless. As the leader of the Howling Commandos, he has decision-making power in this situation.

Facts have also proved that when entering the wartime state, Fury had the support of the Howling Commandos, and he was the biggest gunman besides Steve.

Moreover, Su Ming suspected that the second generation of Captain America was controlled by him. Although he was released before, his power has actually increased.

Now that it is known that there are a lot of traitors within the SSR, Fury will definitely prevent more spies from taking advantage of the chaos, so the easiest way is to first raise the internal alert level.

Bugs and surveillance probes must have been online. If you want to talk inside the SSR base, the only safe place you can find is the toilet. In comparison, the women's restroom is safer than the men's restroom, because Fury is a black man after all. In this era, if he authorized the installation of bugging or surveillance equipment in the restrooms used by white women, it would be a big problem.

Fury wants to be the chief, the boss, so this kind of scandal can't happen to him.

If there is something in his heart, then there are weaknesses and loopholes. He is still a little green now.

"There are a few questions. I want you to come forward and investigate. Faust did not mobilize the National Guard. Mustache did it through some channel. So who mobilized these troops? And where were they put on? A gas mask with added ingredients? That's the first question." After confirming the confidentiality of the strangulation inspection, Su Ming raised a finger and drew a little figure on the mirror of the sink with a question mark next to it.

Howard crossed his chest and moved his chin: "Are they from the military or Congress? Are there also Hydra spies? I'm so tired. Don't you have a good relationship with the military? Go check it out."

Su Ming knocked on his mask: "Slade has a good relationship with the military, not Deathstroke. My identity as a businessman is not involved in this matter at all. If you ask me to suddenly investigate the inside story of this matter, isn't it just exposing the truth? "

Howard sighed and nodded repeatedly to agree, but he was still complaining: "I really don't understand what you think. If I were someone with super powers or someone who was extremely powerful, I would definitely hold a press conference. Yes, let everyone in the world know how strong and great I am."

Su Ming, who was behind the mask, rolled his eyes. To be honest, it seemed that being inflated was a hereditary disease in the Stark family.

Howard's biological son is Arnold. For some reasons, he can only be regarded as a living dead. Even after lying in bed for decades, he is still very swollen. Tony was adopted, but after inheriting the family business and everything, his life expanded beyond measure.

By the way, it would be fine if Tony's personality was more like Nini from the MCU. If he becomes like the white can in the comics, it would be a problem. It seems that Su Ming will also have to get involved in Howard's children's education in the future.

Should he find a way to create a trap and let him send his adopted son to Chuji Academy for education...?

"The second thing." Su Ming thought about it and didn't stop at the business: "You should also have connections in Japan. I will have people search for it secretly. At the same time, you can help me find someone from the official side called The man from Romulus, I want to talk to him.”

"Who is so miserable? You are actually targeting me." Howard was a little gloating. He was not the only one to suffer. The more people were tortured by the death knell, the less pressure he would feel. He felt happy.

"An Omega-level mutant, the founding emperor of ancient Rome, has unlimited self-healing ability. I want to negotiate a deal with him." Su Ming said lightly, and drew a little man on the mirror: "I know he wants to What do you want to play with? If you want me to stop making trouble, the prerequisite is that he doesn’t make trouble for me, otherwise his toys will be broken.”

"Well, I always feel that this topic is a bit dark. Why does his toy sound like a person?" Howard touched his mustache. Is it an illusion? Deathstroke wouldn't trade with his friends, would he?

"No, it's just a wolverine." Su Ming's face was expressionless and his tone was calm.

"You are so old, you are an ancient Roman emperor, and you still play with little pets..." Howard curled his lips disdainfully, and agreed, but he rolled his eyes, stretched out a paw and hooked: " I can help with all these things, but what about my benefits? You have to give me some service fees, right?"

Su Ming smiled. Howard was both a smart scientist and a shrewd businessman. He liked people like this.

"Since you already know that I am Deathstroke, with your social status, you can probably find out some things about the magic world. I happen to have many magicians under my command, and prophecy happens to be a type of magic. I know your future. Where is the wife and how is she doing? What are the conditions like?"

"Deal!" Howard took Su Ming's hand and stuffed his hand in, as if he was afraid that the death knell would go back on his word.

"Okay, you go make a call. I'm waiting for you to come to a conclusion and I'll go to South America. There's a woman I need to talk to." Su Ming walked out the door. After all, he appeared in front of the Hellfire Club. So just in case, we still need to meet the future Hellfire boss.

Howard's ears twitched and he caught up: "Wait, you want to meet a woman? Is she beautiful? Does she have super powers like you?"

"So, she is dark and mysterious. Many people have worshiped her as a goddess from ancient times to the present. She has snow-white skin and long black satin-like hair, and her eyes are like pitch-black abyss... "Seeing the expression on Howard's face becoming more and more fascinated, Su Ming changed his words: "But she is a vampire, an old succubus witch, who is best at eating people's souls mouth to mouth. She is not your future wife. .”

In fact, Selene doesn't need that kind of method to absorb souls. Now she only needs a contact magic to make people's souls leave the body.

Howard's expression froze. He thought Deathstroke was going to South America to find him a wife: "Forget it, I'll call. You have fun."

After saying that, he ran away quickly.

Only a lunatic would go to Selene to play. Su Ming wanted to do business and negotiate terms. By betraying the future information of the Hellfire Club, Selene could help out in this incident.

As Su Ming intervenes in more aspects, the direction of the 40K world changes more. At this time, the information obtained from the comics is quickly losing value. It is better to use it to exchange benefits with others while it is still valuable.

Without saying anything else, Su Ming walked out of the base as if the others did not exist, then quickly rushed back to New York and returned to Karma Taj through the Holy of Holies.

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"Modu? Modu? Where did he die?"

Returning to the reception room, he picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and then started calling Modu's name.

However, unlike before, Modu did not appear. After calling for a long time, it was Hamil who appeared.

"Modo is not here."

He explained the situation succinctly. Since Deathstroke no longer required the archmages to be stationed at Kama Taj, many people were free to travel around the world.

After all, how can one become a master just by practicing in this three-thirds of an acre of land? Magic, like martial arts, requires actual combat.

"Where has he gone?" Su Ming originally wanted Modu to buy snacks, but when he heard that he was not here, he felt a little regretful.

"Philadelphia." Hamill said with narrowed eyes. Anyway, after returning from that trip to Philadelphia, Modu's whole person changed. He now likes others to mistreat him.

Hearing about Philadelphia, Su Ming also guessed what was going on. Has Modu become a member of the 'Eternal Blood'? I don’t know if Satana gave him a membership card.

But it's not a big problem to like to wear black restraints. At least he won't go to Dormammu, right?

"Ahem, forget it, help me check the news and magic fluctuations in the Amazon River Basin of South America. There is a very powerful Zoroastrian group there." Su Ming coughed dryly and handed the task to Hamil.

If Monaco gives up, the important task of maintaining Kamal Taj can only be done by Hamill.

"As ordered." The guardian nodded and planned to leave.

Zoroastrianism is a religion popular in ancient Persia, but now it is developing in South America. There must be something wrong with it. He can find clues as long as he contacts some local sorcerers who are close to Kama Taj.

"Wait, this is for you." Su Ming threw a dark object to him, and the mage used magic to make the object float in the air without staining his clothes.

Hamil stared at the thing, and Bingshan showed a rare doubt on his face: "Voodoo monkey?"

"Traitor Jibo, I'm going to do it because the price of the spell is backfired. Find a jar and brew it as a teaching material so that he can always contribute to the cause of Kama Taj after his death." Su Ming picked up the teacup and took a sip. Filled with the aroma of tea leaves.

Suck it...ah...this quiet and inactive mentality...

The corners of Hamil's mouth twitched, and he used magic to hold the tangled body away: "I follow your orders, Master."