The Death Knell

And just as the two of them changed direction and ran towards the waterfall, there was suddenly a continuous violent explosion behind them, and a large amount of soil and debris flew into the sky. The aim members who were tracking them were bombarded with high explosives. It instantly became fragments under the influence.

The powerful air wave pushed both Steve and Howard to the ground and rolled far away like a ball.

Steve immediately raised his shield, covering Howard while looking behind him, and saw a head slowly rising from the grass not far away.

It was an American-style steel helmet, and there were a lot of branches and grass blades pinned to the camouflage net.

Steve breathed a sigh of relief. His people were here so quickly. Did the godfather notify the military?

But the face under the helmet was not what he imagined at all, but a red and black mask, like a palette.

Wearing a red and black tights inside, and a camouflage field vest on the outside, there are various colorful weapons such as water guns and BB guns pinned to it. The man is also holding a big cigar in his mouth through the mask, as if ** walked over in the same staggering step.

What followed was a stench like a garbage dump.

But the visitor didn't notice it. He stretched out one hand to Steve on the ground, and threw the remote control with the explosive symbol painted on it far away with the other hand.

He seemed to be holding his throat deliberately and speaking in a voice that sounded like he had phlegm in his mouth.

"Captain, I'm here to save you!"

"Uh... who are you?" Howard covered his nose, tears streaming down his face.

The red and black weirdo stretched out a hand to signal Howard to stop talking.

Then the man lunged forward, rested his elbows on his thighs, and supported his head in a T800-like debut posture.

It's just that his uniform pants were crotch-open due to too much movement, revealing some black and stiff strawberry panties inside, and he didn't even notice.

"I'm the Terminator... No, even though you can call it that according to the way you travel through time and space, that's my cousin's previous code name. I'm afraid I'll get into trouble if I say that, um... that's right How can I say it is shocking enough? It’s so annoying.”

The weirdo swallowed his words halfway, then retracted his posture and pinched his chin to think about it. Then he hit his palm with his fist:

"Forget it, it's best for you not to know who I am now. Anyway, I'm just a mercenary out of interest, extremely handsome, loved by everyone, and does good deeds without leaving a name. By the way, this is my business card. You can call if necessary, I’m currently running a promotion, kill one person and get the whole family killed, don’t miss this opportunity.”

A certain mercenary who did not want to be named quickly threw two business cards to Steve and Howard. Not only did they have Deadpool's code name on them, but there were also several contact information, as if he was afraid that no one would be able to find him.

After handing out the business card, the mercenary turned around gracefully, stood still, turned his head, put two fingers on the side of his head and waved his wrist, giving Steve a frivolous military salute, and then he strode into the smoke and left calmly. Go, leaving only a piece of strawberry in their sight.

Steve and Howard looked at each other, neither of them understood where this psychopath came from, and how lethal it was.

Howard looked at the business card. There was a half-red and half-black cartoon portrait on it, with all kinds of dark business written below. He sighed, feeling a strong sense of imminence.

"What does the one in the middle of this string of letters mean?" Steve paid more attention to the contact information, but the number of digits in the phone number was obviously wrong, and there were garbled characters behind another project that said 'Net'.

He chose to ask the scientists around him.

Howard immediately shook his head: "I don't know, but I feel that this person may be related to Deathstroke. Look at their business card."

As he spoke, Howard took out another yellowed business card from his pocket, which was left by the 'audience' present when the man kidnapped Dr. Erskine.

Now, if you put the two business cards together and compare them, you can see that the business scope and the layout of the business cards are almost exactly the same. It’s hard to say who copied whom, but the round head on one is black and yellow, and the other is red and black.

Any fool could spot the connection, and Steve let out a long sigh.

Howard patted his shoulder sympathetically. Seeing Steve in such pain, he wanted to tell Slade's true identity, but he didn't dare. In the end, he could only sigh.

"I hate mercenaries." The two said in unison.

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

Su Ming, who was resting on the beach chair with his eyes closed, frowned, as if someone was pulling beside him?

And I still pulled it while walking, because the source of the stench was getting closer and closer. No, this was not someone urinating in the open, but that guy...

"Strangulation."

A thin black tentacle stretched out from his Hawaiian flower shirt and pinched his nose.

Su Ming turned over on the recliner, facing away from the direction Deadpool was walking from, and decided to pretend to sleep.

"Oh~~~ni~~~chan!"

Suddenly, Su Ming felt a mass of rotten flesh sticking behind him, and the greasy stench seemed to penetrate into his body through his pores. At the same time, he saw a hand that looked like a skinless chicken claw, holding orchid fingers on it. on one side of his shoulder.

Under the sun, a smiling face that looked like dried donkey dung came close to his face with a huge shadow.

Not only did Deadpool squeeze into his beach chair and lie down side by side with him, he also dressed up like a sissy and leaned over him like a bartender.

Su Ming immediately jumped up from the chair and slapped his shoulders and back desperately: "Ugh... Is this the cost of using disgusting magic? Do you want me to be disgusted too? Give me a Molotov cocktail."

Strangler took out the incendiary bomb directly from his pocket, pulled the string and threw it towards the reclining chair. Deadpool, who had occupied the reclining chair with a smile, quickly carried his suitcase and escaped, and a blaze of flames completely burned the chair.

"Wow! Do you want to be so cruel? Don't you miss me?" Wade was wearing black beach shorts and a big red flower shirt, revealing his rotten chest and belly, and he was holding a colorful Little Box started a tap dance on the beach: "If it's you, cousin, you can hug me, O-ni-chan?"

This is Su Ming's private beach, there are no outsiders.

"boom!"

With a gunshot, Wade's head exploded like a tomato, and he fell straight back with a smile on the remaining lower half of his face.

"Well done, strangulation."

Su Ming touched and retracted the strangulating tentacles of God Jingos. The symbiote sent a comforting emotion to the host. Although it was a symbiote, the host kept having acid reflux, and it had no good solution.

But there is no doubt about Deathstroke's willpower. Su Ming quickly calmed down. Although he still felt a sticky odor lingering on his body, it no longer affected his combat effectiveness.

He asked Strangler to help cover his nose, and walked to the headless body. He dragged one of Wade's legs in disgust and planned to throw him into the sea. Unfortunately, there were no sharks in the waters around Hawaii.

"Let's go!"

The human-shaped dart bounced on the sea surface, splashing waves, and disappeared on the sea level in an instant.