The Death Knell

"Bah! Ah! That's too much!"

Natasha got up from the ground, rubbed her face like a kitten, spit out the dirt in her mouth, and stomped her feet in protest at the figure flying away in the sky.

In fact, she also found out the location of Romulus, but as soon as she and Gin arrived at the outer edge of the sea of ​​trees, their target was delivered in front of them, and the figure of the perpetrator flew away dragging a thin red light. They are all too familiar.

Gin took out the bottle she had just hidden from her arms, patted it, and took a swig of it. When the target flew over, she had just enough time to cover the bottle to prevent it from getting into the ground, and she could also turn around to face the impact with her back.

"Okay, we've found the man, let's go home after a few shots to vent our anger."

"He also told me to investigate by myself, but he intervened again, hum!" Natasha took out her pistol, but couldn't find a place to shoot: "It's already like this, what else should I shoot?"

Natasha curled her lips as she looked at the half of her upper body that had disappeared into the deep pit that looked like a meteorite falling.

It was too strong, so did it wear off? So this guy must have been shirtless and not wearing armor before, right?

Romulus's pants were made of special fabric, so the wear stopped just above the waistband. Looking at the intestines squirming on their own on the section, and the growth of granulation sprouting from the surrounding flesh, Natasha knew that this was super self-healing. A mutant of the same family, that is, the Romulus she was looking for.

But since Deathstroke didn't kill him, it means that this man will still be useful in the future, and they can't kill him either.

Gin held the wine bottle very calmly, jumped into the pit, turned the corpse over with his toes, and carefully observed the cross section of the waist.

"The speed of self-healing is very fast. This matter is meant to exercise your investigative skills. Even if you succeed in finding the person, I don't expect you to fight against this kind of mutant. I wouldn't be surprised if your boss has been following us secretly. In fact, every time you During personal graduation missions, he followed me secretly. He didn't care much about whether the mission was successful or not, but he cared more about your safety."

"Is that so..." Although Natasha had known this for a long time, she was still a little touched when she heard Gin say that he protected everyone: "Then let's go home and go shopping in Honolulu. His money makes him happy."

Natasha pulled out a few thin needles from the widow's sting. These were poisonous needles she picked up when Wolverine was attacked. They were coated with anti-self-healing venom. She also jumped into the pit and took a handful of those poisonous needles. It was all inserted into Romulus's internal organs, like incense on an enemy's grave, making a mess.

Seeing that the speed of self-healing suddenly slowed down, Natasha smiled.

The body can heal itself, but the mind cannot. The weakness of self-healing mutants actually lies in their spirit, and they who come out of the Red Room are all experts in torturing the spirits of others.

It's a pity that Romulus's head is gone, and he won't feel any torture for a short time.

"Aren't you going to report back to Spider Web Headquarters?" Gin jumped out of the pit and sighed looking at the snowy forest. I don't know why, as a Valkyrie, I always feel that this land is filled with death, as if something is going to happen in the future. What a mass death event.

Natasha also used the widow's sting to shoot out a hook and hang it on a tree not far away. She flew out from the bottom of the pit and landed firmly next to Gin with a gymnastic somersault: "I am a red widow, and spiders have never been gregarious. Animals, to be honest, the boss put us all together, but still used the code name Spider, I can’t understand it.”

"Oh? Then what do you think it should be called?" Gin smiled and hugged Natasha into his arms, and the two of them walked towards the distant town.

Natasha tilted her head, clenched her little hand into a fist and put it on her chin: "I don't know, the creatures that live in groups in the dark...rats? It doesn't sound good, by the way, bats! How about changing the name of Spiderweb Headquarters? ...Bat Cave, let’s change the code names to something related to bats.”

Gin shook her head, her long platinum hair falling on her shoulders: "You can discuss it with him yourself, but I feel like he doesn't really like bats. His tone is weird every time he mentions this word. "

"Is this also the Valkyrie's intuition?"

Natasha raised her head. Gin was half a head taller than her. She could see Gin's heroic chin and the corners of his mouth, which were slightly raised.

"No, it's all the bits and pieces I observed after living with him for decades."

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

"What is this?" Before Su Ming could listen to Howard's report after returning to Camp Caspian, Nick Fury found him with a stack of papers.

Facing Deathstroke's question, he just made a gesture of invitation and asked Deathstroke to open it and take a look.

No need to look through it, Su Ming also knew what these folders with the eagle grasping shield emblem were. They were Strategic Science Corps agent files. However, in order to match Fury's selling point, he still flipped through it casually.

In the declassified files, the words 'killed in action' were stamped with black ink under each person's photo. Under the dim light, all the people with friendly or serious expressions in these photos were no longer there.

When the black man saw that Deathstroke had read the file, he turned his back and spoke with a very serious tone: "These are the agents lost by SSR in this incident."

"Well, the loss is certain, but it's not an SSR agent. I'm skeptical." Su Ming threw the file back into Fury's arms. He already knew what Hei Tan was planning.

Fury was speechless. Agents are like this. Even if they die, they don't know who they died for.

"But that's the thing. SSR needs to pay a large pension. In other words, we have no money and we really can't give you a commission." Fury guessed that Deathstroke had seen through him, so he said it directly. .

Su Ming nodded and patted Fury on the shoulder: "I understand your thoughts very well, but it is too early for you to make the decision for SSR now. If nothing unexpected happens, SSR will soon be disbanded by Congress and the President. You guys It will break away from the military and go underground again to reorganize. At that time, the best situation is to parachute a foreign politician to your government. It doesn’t matter how capable you are, but it must be the person with the highest loyalty."

Fury shook his head. It is true that he is ambitious, but he can also see the general environment: "I am a black man, so I naturally know that, but I am also a patriot. In this situation, I cannot let SSR collapse. SSR cannot fall until Hydra and Leviathan fall."

"What about it? Can my little reward bring down the SSR? Forget it, I can just pick some scientific research materials or information as reward. No need to thank me."

Su Ming shrugged. Many of the sponsorships here came from Wilson Enterprises and Stark Enterprises, as well as military funding. Maybe there would be a shortage of money after paying the compensation this time, but Su Ming never thought about asking for money. ah.

"How about this... considered as our private transaction?" Fury lowered his voice.

"Oh? You are really shrewd." Su Ming reached out and clicked on the pile of agent files, and looked at Fury with the red single eye on his visor: "But for the sake of Dave Armstrong who died, I agree."

After saying that, without waiting for Fury to come back to his senses, Deathstroke disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Nick, what do you say?"

A stocky figure walked out of the corner behind Fury. It was either Dam Dugan or someone else. He pushed the bowler hat on his head and asked Fury.

Fury took a breath expressionlessly, quickly picked out a file from his arms and threw it to him: "Arrange reliable personnel to find out who this Dave is, when he came into contact with Deathstroke, and the family relationships in his family. The network of people, the flow of funds in the account, notifying the morgue to immediately prepare a comprehensive autopsy of the highest standards, I want to know everything behind this name."

"Why is it that I am the one who does things every time, can't you just let Gabriel or Junior do it? Oh, by the way, where are they at this time?" Dugan never cared about this when talking to Fury. A stocky man always says what comes to his mind.

Now they are all very busy, but the Howling Commandos are missing half their manpower and are missing.

Asking such a question, rather than saying that he is an unqualified agent, it is better to say that the Howling Commandos, except for Nick and Paige, are all pure soldiers.

"Before something happened here earlier, our British Baron James had some trouble with vampires recently. I sent Gabri to take half of them to England." Fury trusted Dugan very much, and he chose to tell a little secret.

James Falsworth, nicknamed Montgomery, was nicknamed both because he was British and because of his quirky accent and funny mustache.

He was the one who was rescued from the Hydra base when Steve rescued Bucky, and later joined the Howling Commandos. But after the war, Britain and the United States had to separate after all. James, a British man, and several other foreigners returned to their hometowns.

James has an old injury on his waist, so he cannot move quickly. Even in the team, he was responsible for logistics and staff work.

In fact, he also has a secret identity. He was once the British super soldier "Police Flag" during World War I. However, in a battle with the Blood Baron, although he fought off the vampire, he was also impaled by the enemy. On top of the stalagmites, his lower back suffered irreparable trauma.

So when World War II broke out, he gave the Union Jack uniform to his son who escaped from the concentration camp. He continued to fight as a disabled person and was captured until he met Steve for rescue.

In other words, the current Union Jack, Brian Fleisworth, is his son.

Now that the war has ended almost ten years ago, James has retired and lives with his daughter in a villa in the countryside. However, vampires have been harassing his daughter recently. Although he has defeated them several times with experience, it is always a problem for thieves to worry about before he eliminates the vampires.

So he asked his old comrades for help, hoping that the Howling Commandos could help him deal with the vampires.

Not only to have a good relationship with his father, but also to have a good relationship with his son, a superhero like the Union Jack, Fury would not miss such an opportunity. In his opinion, anyone who can wear a national flag uniform should be very popular. Strong, right?

If Su Ming knew about this, he would definitely have to complain about Fury again in vain. The British Super League loves to wear the national flag. There are a lot of red, white and blue heroes. Although the future Captain Britain is indeed very strong, the Union Jack flag will always be exception.

In fact, this second-generation Union Jack is really not as strong as Captain America. He is just a slightly stronger athlete and a half-baked vampire hunter.

Ever heard of a superhero who got hit by a car? Yes, the cause of death of the second-generation Mi Ziqi in the comics was a car accident.

He didn't die at the hands of his enemy Hydra, nor did he die from the attack of his old enemy the Vampires. He was just distracted and didn't look at the traffic lights while crossing the road, and was hit by a car.

Walking irregularly, relatives burst into tears.

"It's a vampire again. This world is really not peaceful." Dugan had nothing to complain about. It was only natural to help his former comrades, so he waved the documents in his hand and turned back to work.

Fury sighed. He was now counting on the emergence of some superhero who could restrain Deathstroke, and it would be best if he was a silly and naive one.

Unfortunately, there was only darkness in front of him.