The Death Knell

"Anyway, you are all my prisoners now. Choose between lychee, durian or bayberry."

Su Ming stopped pretending. He showed off his cards and appeared in front of Mr. and Mrs. Jasper in his true colors, with his legs crossed on the table.

The couple obviously still remembered the heroic appearance of Deathstroke tearing Jude apart, and shuddered when he spoke.

And what do these fruit names mean? Does it refer to different ways of death? The name of some torture?

They had heard before that in medieval England, there was a punishment in which people were fixed on the execution platform, and the soles of the prisoners' feet were tickled with chicken feathers, or they were smeared with honey and asked to be licked by goats, making people laugh to death. That was called chicken feather punishment, or goat punishment.

But the fruit... is unimaginably dark.

"What... does this mean?" Mrs. Jesper was relatively calm. After all, she had seen many legendary dead scientists here.

It seems like these people are in good spirits despite being trapped here by Deathstroke.

"I've made it very clear. Although you are prisoners, don't expect to eat and drink for free here. If you want food or clothes, then grow fruits in exchange." Su Ming knocked on the table and took out a Three different fruits were put on the table: "As a former Leviathan, you can probably understand, right? Yes, this is a labor camp."

For Mao Xiong, labor camps are not uncommon. After World War II, Comrade Steel sent all the prisoners of war to several labor camps in Siberia to chop wood and mine coal.

In the winter, when it's minus 50 degrees, wearing only a coat and cutting down trees in the deep mountains and wild forests? Not one in ten thousand survives.

Escape? If you run casually, there will be tens of thousands of kilometers of snow-capped mountains and wilderness and primeval forests, and there will be no one-ten-thousandth chance of surviving on two legs.

only......

Dr. Jasper pointed at Howard: "But what's going on with them?"

"He has retired. You are lucky. You are a good physicist and chemist. Howard thinks you are still useful, so he allows you to survive."

Su Ming took out a cigarette and threw it to Howard who was standing behind him. The guy immediately caught it and lit it up and started smoking.

"You want us to work for you?" Dr. Jesper smiled, and the charming middle-aged lady stroked her hair: "Then this kind of treatment is not enough for us to work hard for you."

"Haha... put away the bargaining. In my world, only I can negotiate terms." Su Ming waved his hand and stood up: "You can ask Dr. Erskine, the first nine heads Snake scientist, who later betrayed SHIELD and was captured by me, ask him if I have ever asked him for any kind of technology in the past few decades? Even today he is still the world authority on transforming warrior technology."

Jasper looked at the doctor, but Erskine just smiled and shook his head. Deathstroke had never asked him any questions about scientific research.

Not only him, but also the other people who faked their death, seemed to be living in the Kingdom of Death Knell, just basking in the sun, blowing the sea breeze, and doing some farm work every day.

Deathstroke never asked for them.

Seeing what Dr. Jasper wanted to say, Su Ming raised his hand to stop: "This is a dragnet and the territory of retired heroes. No agents will ever find this place, and you will live forever. Think clearly, How do you plan to live, or are you going to die now?"

"That, our daughter." Mr. Jasper asked worriedly.

Su Ming smacked his lips, lowered his head to light a cigarette, and blew out a smoke ring: "She is very good, she is organizing your funeral now, and no one knows that she has been in contact with Hydra. By the way, I killed all your Hydra relatives, so you don’t need to thank me.”

The couple stuttered for a moment, and after looking at each other, they could only accept this result, but they suddenly looked much older.

"Okay, since you want to live, don't frown. Today is a good day for you to welcome your new life." Su Ming smiled and clapped his hands, gesturing for everyone to move: "Dr. Erskine and the others have prepared a welcome banquet, old friends Guys, let's celebrate Mr. and Mrs. Stark and Mr. and Mrs. Jasper joining the Retirement Club."

"What the hell is that name?" Howard complained with a smile, but he had to say that without the distractions from the outside world, he was indeed much more relaxed after arriving in this place that seemed to not exist in the world.

Maria patted her husband's arm and gave him a look. Then it was time for them to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Jasper...

Yes, they deceived Tony again, but Tony has been deceived countless times since he was a child, so he must have been used to it.

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

"Holloway, come here and have a chat."

At the reception, Su Ming, who was holding a pineapple cocktail, curled his fingers at the avenging angel in a remote place.

Holloway has put on some weight in the past few years since he faked his death and retired, and the tights he used to wear may not fit now.

"What's going on Slade? It's mysterious." Holloway came over with a smile and eating a sausage.

Under the coconut tree, the sea breeze blew the leaves, making a rustling sound. He actually quite liked this kind of retirement life.

Of course, he would rather continue to go to the streets to do justice, but Deathstroke said that is a matter for young people. The world is very stable, and it is time for his old guys from World War II to retire.

"Nothing, just asking how everyone is doing? Is the leech medicine enough?" Su Ming took a sip of wine and looked at the horizon in the distance.

"The physical condition is fine, and it's not much different from when we were young." As a doctor, Holloway is a surgeon, but there is no problem in doing daily physical examinations.

Su Ming nodded, took out a pistol from his pocket and handed it to Holloway. He also gave him a small silk bag: "That's good. You should keep an eye on Hydra. Do you know what to do when necessary?"

Holloway put away his weapon and glanced at the crowd in the distance. The two people seemed to have gradually integrated into this strange retired group.

"Don't worry, I understand. My marksmanship is still as good as it was back then. Oh, I really miss the time when we fought the Germans together."

Su Ming smiled. Strictly speaking, they were not German devils, but Conqueror Kang's men, but they were not bad either: "If there is a chance in a few years, I will arrange for you to travel to extraterrestrials, and we will fight against extraterrestrials together. People or something.”

Holloway also smiled: "Then it's settled, don't keep us waiting too long."

"It won't be long. I have a plan, but it's you. Your son's doctor has done a good job, but he doesn't want to be a superhero at all. A few years ago, you had a grandson. Do you still hope that your grandson can inherit your double guns? "Su Ming patted the old man on the shoulder, as if it was during World War II: "It's strange, Howard has never wanted his son to be a masked vigilante, but you and him are exactly the opposite."

"Haha, you want to ask about the reason why we had a falling out because I forced my son to become a vigilante, but he didn't understand?" Holloway spread his hands and inserted the stick with the sausage on the side. on the big tree.

"We all know that being a vigilante is dangerous. Do you remember when we went to the New York morgue to examine the body of 'Phantom Bullet'? I can understand parents like Howard who want to protect their children, but you shouldn't be called supportive. He strongly suggested that his son become a vigilante, which is a bit hard to understand."

Su Ming shook his head. In fact, it wasn't that he didn't understand. He just wanted to hear the doctor's own statement and see if it was consistent with his guess.

Holloway turned around and sat down with his back against the coconut tree:

"You are just pretending to be confused. After I have been active with you and the invasion team for so long, do you think I can't see the dark nature of the world clearly? I don't want my son to be a vigilante, but I want my son to become a vigilante. He will be able to protect himself in the future. If one day a crisis comes, he can take up arms to protect himself and his family, that will be enough. And what better way to exercise than to stay up in the middle of the night and go out to fight with vicious criminals? What about humans?”

"Uh, to be a military doctor?" Su Ming also sat next to him, leaning against the big tree, looking up at the swaying leaves, and took out a bottle of wine and handed it to the doctor: "Before I became a mercenary, I was a special forces soldier. .”

"Those in the military can only train a Captain America at best." Holloway shook his head, grabbed a handful of sand and squeezed it in his hand. His hands were still those of a standard surgeon, slender and sensitive. : "And I have a hunch that judging from the various plans you have laid out, the crises facing the earth in the future cannot be solved by soldiers like Captain America."

Su Ming moved his jaw and made a slight clacking sound between his upper and lower teeth: "You can see it more clearly than Howard. He is a little overprotective of his son. He wants to live in this world without being contaminated by some of the world's How is color possible?”

Holloway shrugged. He put down the sand and picked up the wine bottle: "He has a lot of money, and he is old and has a son. You said his eldest son turned into a vegetative state because he was targeted by aliens. Do you expect him to make him a vegetable?" Does the younger son take the same risk?”

"Well, you are a combat hero in World War II, and he is a scientist and former director of SHIELD. His ideological consciousness is too low." Su Ming changed the topic, turned to look at the distance and talked to Dr. Jasper holding a wine glass. Howard: "I wonder what fruit he would choose?"

"I bet on cactus fruit." Holloway took out five dollars with certainty: "You don't have to worry about taking care of it, and the yield is very good. A lazy guy like him will definitely choose cactus."

"Tsk, I originally wanted to bet on the cactus, but you beat me to it." Su Ming also took out five dollars and put it in Holloway's hand: "Then I'll bet on the raspberry. That shrub is a weed and it's easy. .”

Holloway raised his eyebrows and toasted to Su Ming with a wine bottle: "Then you are lost. He was just asking Vodka about the cactus in Mexico."

"Oh? Are you so sure?" Su Ming smiled and touched the bottle, pointing to former agent Lorraine in the crowd who was approaching Howard and his wife: "But I have just arranged that someone will go and introduce a kind of medicine to Howard. It’s a common shrub in the wilds of Europe.”

The avenging angel smiled and shook his head, his shoulders kept twitching, and he sighed:

"You, after all these years, you still haven't let go of your yin skills."

"Isn't this nonsense? I'm not the one who retired..."