The Death Knell

When Deathstroke took turns to turn on the computer and check the contents of the hard drive, Carol kept sighing.

With words such as 'no longer a human being on Earth', 'having a home and can't go back' and so on, she fell into an anxiety disorder caused by the consequences of her previous actions. It was a mental identity crisis. For a moment, she couldn't care less about the death knell stealing things in front of her. .

However, she never thought about who could expel her from the game?

Even if there was an administrative department in the world in charge of this, it would be in a certain room of a certain mental hospital. There would be a very energetic staff member wearing blue and white striped clothes who would go through the procedures for her to re-enter the earth. .....

She was simply dazzled by Deathstroke. Not to mention that she didn't know Deathstroke's identity as the Supreme Mage. Even if she knew, the Supreme Mage was not responsible for the earth's household registration management.

It is impossible for Deathstroke to say that she is not from Earth, but she is not. What he is holding is the Time Stone, not the Reality Stone.

"Checking computers wastes a lot of time, and these computers are too stuck." Su Ming removed the last hard drive and calculated the time spent: "But this base is extremely peaceful. Where is the so-called escaped monster? "

"What should I do? How should I tell my mother that I am no longer from Earth?" Carol held her chin in one hand and held the other in front of her chest, still struggling with that matter with a sad look on her face.

Su Ming knocked on her head and pointed to the elevator: "Didn't I tell you before? Behave well after you go out and don't make any more mistakes. Society will accept you."

"...Wait, why does this sound familiar?"

Carol always felt that this was like what the police would say to people who have been released from prison, or the kind of long-term prisoners who have been in prison for decades and have become friends with the prison guards.

Deathstroke pulled her shoulder to turn her around and pushed her towards the way she came from the door: "Isn't it wrong? Look at the earth, then look at Hala. I said Hala is a super-large prison. What do you think is wrong?"

The fact is that everything that happens in Hala is monitored by cameras everywhere on the planet, even bathing and going to the toilet are no exception.

All behaviors of each Hala resident are regulated by various laws. In Hala, it is illegal for you to walk with a stride shorter than a certain length.

Because taking small steps means you are being lazy, and laziness will affect the development of the race, and affecting the development of the race is treason.

Carol's little mouth chirped a few times, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just sighed: "Oh, that's right, that's the prison. I am indeed a prisoner who has been released from prison and returned to society... ..”

"Just understand. Come on, you can do it."

Su Ming patted her shoulder and encouraged her, like a successful lecturer who was keen on giving others confidence.

Carol took a deep breath and cheered up. Yes, she will prove that she is a qualified Earthling, just like Marvel did, and become a superhero.

"I understand, and I will try to be a new person."

The two floated up along the elevator shaft where they came down. Carol also took one last look at the fighter jet placed in the corner of the hall. It used to be her car, but now it was obviously in disrepair. Even the cockpit glass was damaged. broken:

"I'm going to report to the military."

Deathstroke didn't say anything, just said calmly: "That's your business, but I suggest you go back to your home with me first. The Kree's pursuers have arrived on Earth, and the Supreme Intelligence has read your memory again. Do you think they Will you do anything to your family?"

"Damn it!" Carol thought of this possibility. Her mother and brother were still at home.

The Supreme Intelligence does not care about means when dealing with traitors. It would be great to be able to use hostages to force traitors to commit suicide. Many means are not as glorious as the Kree claim to be.

She hurriedly flew towards the door, trying to widen the gap left by the door so she could get out. But just as she put her hand on the door, a furry little head suddenly stuck out from the door.

She was startled at first because the green eyes were so bright in the dark, but she relaxed immediately after seeing its fur and pointed ears.

"Huh? A cat?"

She opened the door crack a little, bent down, picked up the orange cat, and touched it. She wasn't afraid of fleas anyway, and the bugs couldn't bite her skin.

"Meow."

The orange cat meowed, opened his mouth and yawned, as if he had just woken up, and rubbed his face with his paws.

"Hehe, it's so cute." Carol hugged it and kissed it, holding it in front of her and looking at its furry face: "Little guy, how did you get here?"

The Tianma Base is located deep in the Gobi Desert in California. There are only red soil and weathered canyons nearby. There are no human settlements within dozens of kilometers. It is really strange that a cat can actually come here.

"Meow." The orange cat's expression is very humane, as if the cat's eyes are closed, and the little eyes seem to be looking at a fool, which means, 'Do you think cats can talk?'

Carol thought for a while, and she came up with a more reasonable explanation.

There must have been a child in a certain town who had a cat, but his parents did not allow him to keep a cat. So on a dark and stormy night, the cruel father drove a second-hand pickup truck and sent the cat to a place dozens of kilometers away. In the wilderness.

This is a premeditated act of abandonment, and it is not without precedent. There are many fathers who have abandoned cats and dogs like this, while the mother will only remain silent.

That's it, it was all her father's fault. The cat she had raised when she was a child was thrown away by her father like this, and she cried for a long time.

Carol's eyes changed when she thought about all the process. She felt that this cat was becoming more and more like the one she had twenty years ago. She knew that the cat's lifespan was not that long, but she felt that it was it.

"Let's go home. I have money now. I'll buy you dried fish." She held the cat in her arms and slowly lifted into the air. At the same time, she looked at the death knell with apologetic eyes. Her hand was occupied and she couldn't close it. The base gate is open.

Su Ming, who had been watching the excitement, shrugged indifferently. The base door actually didn't matter whether it was closed or not. The escaping creature was being held by Carol, so what was the use of closing the door?

Yes, if the element-devouring beast escapes from its shackles, it is indeed worth sealing off the entire base. This monster looks like a kitten, but is actually a ball of tentacles. Its body is directly connected to the infinite void, and it can even swallow dimensional planes.

Su Ming released it from the Kree fleet, but it is unclear what happened after that. It seems that it still found a way to come to Earth.

As for whether this is the one from before, Deathstroke is sure. Judging from the way it lies in Carol's arms and keeps peeking at itself, it obviously still remembers him.

Su Ming closed the base door with his backhand, then took off and flew to Carol's side, reaching out to touch the cat's head.

"No breeding allowed, you hear me?"

Strangler also emerged from Deathstroke's shoulder, baring his teeth to threaten. The cat's head shrank and pressed against Carol's plump part:

"Meow meow."

It seems that he agreed.

Carol twisted her body to let the orange cat's head escape the clutches of the death knell, and said with a wary look: "This cat is mine, don't scare it."

Su Mingcai didn't bother to care about this silly girl. He might as well leave the Yuan Devouring Beast to her to raise. Since he was already strangulated, there was no need for something like the Yuan Devouring Beast with no evolutionary potential.

The element-devouring beast eats for the sake of eating. Although it eats more and faster, it does not increase its strength, which is far worse than the symbiote.

"I'm doing this for its own good, have you heard of it? It's better to sterilize pets, as it can extend their lifespan." Deathstroke let go of the cat's head and said in a serious tone.

Carol thought for a while, and it seemed that this was indeed the case, and she started flying:

"I will take him to be neutered when I have time. Now let's go home."

The orange cat's head raised in a whoosh, and amid the howling wind, it looked at Carol in surprise: "Meow, meow, meow?"

However, its new adopter obviously didn't hear its cry and just flew back to her hometown. She was worried about her mother and brother.

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Echo Island, Tennessee.

This small town on the peninsula is very peaceful. At four o'clock in the morning, there are already a few pedestrians on the streets. Most of them are farmers who need to get up early to go to the fields, or fishermen who are preparing to go to sea.

From a certain perspective, this is indeed a good place. It has fields and ports, and fruit trees can be planted in the mountains. It is very suitable for human survival.

It's just a little closed, because the people living here are self-sufficient in everything, so they have very little contact with the outside world. Most people understand the outside world through television.

News, or TV series, people always like to have breakfast in a coffee shop, complain to acquaintances about the contents of the morning news, scold the president for a while, and then go out to work. This is how every day almost starts.

The same is true for old Charlie who lives here. As always, he arrived at his favorite restaurant, Mrs. Lee's Fast Food Restaurant, before dawn.

After decades, her pies still have the same flavor, with plenty of ingredients and good taste. The most important thing is that they open early in the morning and many people come here to eat.

Naturally, going out to sea after dark is for fishing. The fish will move according to the high and low tides, so you often need to work in the dark.

He walked into a fast food restaurant, ordered a cup of instant coffee, and a bacon omelette with bread. That was breakfast. He said hello to the old acquaintances in the restaurant. He sat on the bar and watched TV with his head raised.

"Still the same old story, the president once again suggested that the Soviet Union did not value human rights."

After watching for a long time, he chewed toast and complained. The person next to him was also an old man, a cattle farmer in the town.

The other party took a sip of coffee comfortably. The coffee in fast food restaurants all buy instant coffee produced by Wilson Enterprises. The taste is the same wherever you go.

"Not to mention the furry bears across the sea, even us country bumpkins are used to it. Human rights are always violated. It's so boring."

"That's right, the president, a blind thing, will chatter in the white room, worse than Eisenhower." Old Charlie greeted the American leader in friendly and elegant language.

The old man put down his coffee cup and started cutting the pies on the plate. Mrs. Lee's cakes and pies were very good. When he heard Charlie scolding the president, he was not far behind.

"That is, the old 'pushman' was a pilot during World War II, and later made a fortune in oil. He was a nouveau riche. What does he know about national policies?"

However, after finishing speaking, Charlie did not echo his statement.

He looked up from the plate and saw that Charlie was looking behind him blankly. Not only him, but everyone in the store looked towards the door as if they had seen a ghost.

"Don't tell me that President Bush came to dinner with his bodyguards in black and happened to hear me say bad things about him?" Charlie's old friend lowered his voice and asked, but he didn't dare to look back for fear of being invited the next second. Went for 'fancy' coffee.

Old Charlie's hands were shaking wildly, and the fork and plate made a series of clattering sounds, as if he suddenly had Parkinson's disease.

His mouth opened and closed, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a few words: "Worse than the president of the United States with bodyguards..."