The Death Knell

Su Ming and Carol arrived at Echo Island with their cats, but it was very peaceful here. The Kree pursuers didn't seem to have come yet. Maybe they were stopped by nosy superheroes halfway, or maybe they were lost. .

So after circling the town in the sky, Carol said it would be better to find a place to eat and wait for the pursuers to take the bait.

Su Ming said it was already at the door, why not go home to eat?

Carol said no. Not only was it too early, her mother and brother must not have gotten up to cook yet, but she had never been home since joining the army, and she did not even attend her father's funeral.

In addition to sending money to her family regularly to prove that she is still a member of the family, she has no desire to return to this place full of childhood shadows, because when she returns to her hometown, she will think of how her father beat the three siblings every day.

I haven’t been home for several years, but now I suddenly go back with a man before dawn. What would my mother think?

So she suggested going to a restaurant in town to have breakfast and take a little rest.

Su Ming said that was fine, since he was already in the town anyway, whether the Kree came first or the Bru Zerg arrived first, he would be able to observe it.

So she enthusiastically introduced Mrs. Lee's Fast Food Restaurant in town to Deathstroke. She said that she loved eating cakes from this store when she was a child, and they were the best cupcakes baked in Tennessee.

In this case, Su Ming felt that he could have a taste without delaying the matter, so the two of them landed in the darkness before dawn, pushed the door open and walked into the small fast food restaurant.

Then, the customers who were dining and the employees in the store were shocked.

The two stood at the door of the restaurant. Carol held the cat in one hand and kept pushing the door with the other hand. They were in a bit of a dilemma. She whispered to the death knell:

"Sure enough, this dress is too revealing. These uncles and aunts all know me. Now that I wear such strange clothes, they are going to file a complaint against my mother."

"You are covering your face. The reason they are surprised is not you, but me."

Su Ming pointed to the black and yellow armor on his body. He had long known that his own legend was also spread in places like this. Now that these people saw the real person, they should be stunned.

Carol came back to her senses. Yes, she was covering her face. These people couldn't recognize her, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

She walked into the fast food restaurant and touched the orange cat's soft fur: "Then do we still eat?"

"Why don't you eat? It's not like I won't pay." Su Ming walked to the bar without hesitation, sat next to Old Charlie, knocked on the table, and pointed his finger at the waiter: "Four cupcakes, one apple pie, Another pot of coffee.”

Carol smiled at everyone and sat down on the other side of the death knell. She felt that the atmosphere in the store was a bit heavy. Everyone was looking at the backs of the two of them, as if they suddenly lost their appetite.

She put the cat on the counter and pushed it down: "I suddenly remembered that I didn't bring any money."

"It's okay, I have it." Deathstroke took out a few bills from his pocket, put them on the bar, and snapped his fingers in front of the stunned waiter: "Wake up, if you don't want to die, go prepare something for me."

The awakened waiter screamed and ran away. I don't know if she went to the kitchen to place an order, but she should know that the person targeted by Deathstroke can't escape, right?

So Su Ming stepped on the bar chair, put his hands on the bar, and relaxedly raised his head to watch the TV news.

After watching it for a while, he smacked his lips. The news content was all about condemning the Soviet Union, and it was the same old political tricks.

At first glance, it looks like an official manuscript, using the strengths of the United States to compare the shortcomings of the Soviet Union, not mentioning a word about its own domestic problems, and at the same time trying its best to find fault with others.

"Tsk, Bush Sr. is only at this level. The only thing in his mind that is money is the Cold War mentality, right?"

The process of waiting for breakfast was idle, so he chatted with old Charlie beside him very casually.

In the United States, scolding the president is a very effective way to start a conversation, just like in London, England, conversations between strangers always started with the weather.

"Good day."

"Good day."

"The weather is not good today."

"Yes, it has been foggy for three months."

Then the two gentlemen can have a round of communication around the smoke, complain about the bureaucracy for a while, and everyone will gradually become familiar with each other.

And here today, because everyone knows that the President of the United States is an idiot puppet of the conglomerates, and there is a general consensus on this, this can be a good way to start a conversation among strangers.

Sure enough, as soon as this topic came up, the sound of the upper and lower jaws constantly colliding came from beside Deathstroke: "Yes... yes, hehe, hehe."

Su Ming is still watching TV. Fortunately, this TV station does not belong to him, otherwise he would be so angry. Who would want to watch this kind of thing on the morning news?

"It's so boring. We should show some entertainment news during breakfast. For example, who died of drug abuse last night in Hollywood, or who was caught and raped by his eighth wife again. This kind of stuff is fun."

Su Ming smelled the aroma of cakes in the kitchen, and it seemed that his menu had finally been taken out of the stove.

"Giggle...yes, yes." The person next to him replied with a smile.

"Boss?! Where's the remote control? Change the channel!" Su Ming shouted to the chef. In this kind of obviously family-style fast food restaurant, the boss usually doubles as a chef: "Can you accept Wilson Music Station? I want to watch MTV! "

Wilson Music Station, a television station owned by Wilson Media Company, is a paid cable TV channel.

Generally speaking, places such as restaurants or bars have pay stations. For example, many sports channels are chargeable.

"squeaky"

The spring door leading to the back kitchen opened a crack, and a trembling hand handed out the TV remote control.

Carol sighed, feeling helpless when she saw the death knell frightening the villagers so much that they dared not move. Didn't this bad guy see that the omelette was about to fall off the fork? It's very tiring to keep your mouth open all the time.

She comforted the orange cat, walked over and took the remote control, tuned to the MTV channel and sat back: "Can you stop forcing everyone to chat with you? They have to go to work after dinner."

"I have work after dinner, go kill people." Su Ming turned to look at her and said in a hoarse voice.

As soon as the murderous words came out, there were several sounds of cups and plates falling to the floor at the same time in the store. The crashing debris rolled on the tiles, and muffled cries could still be heard vaguely.

"What he means is that we are going to fight aliens. Don't be nervous, everyone!" Carol quickly stood up, raised her hands and shook them in the air, turned around and explained loudly to the people in the restaurant: "I know the legendary Death Knell. He is a devil, but he will not harm the public, please believe me."

At this time, a new old man tremblingly opened the door and came in. He saw Carol who was giving a speech, and Deathstroke who was obviously wearing a black and yellow couple's outfit beside her...

"Hooray Shet!"

The old man threw away the crutch in his hand, and the fragrance spurted out from Toothless's mouth. Then he turned around and ran away at a speed no less than Bolt's 100 meters, screaming and disappearing into the darkness before dawn.

"Tsk, it looks like they didn't believe it and threw a stick at you."

Su Ming humorously discredited her. Compared with the legends that have been circulating for decades, they are more inclined to believe in tradition.

MJ on the TV is dancing the familiar moonwalk. It is indeed a good deal to sign this king into the company. At least he will not suffer the same misfortune as Su Ming in his previous life, and the company also makes a lot of money.

Carol took a deep breath. Deathstroke might not care about what ordinary people thought of her, but she couldn't. She asked herself that she had never done anything bad, so how could she bear such cold and violent treatment.

She lifted up her long hair, raised her hand and removed her mask, revealing her face.

"I am Carol Danvers, United States Air Force. I have grown up in this town. I promise everyone that Deathstroke will respect my ideas and will not hurt anyone." She floated up so that everyone could see her clearly. face, and then she turned her head to Deathstroke: "Right? You don't kill people casually, do you?"

Su Ming's eyes never seemed to leave the TV: "As long as this store delivers the cakes and pies I ordered quickly, no."

"Okay, everyone heard it, right? It's okay. I swear in the name of my mother that I will protect everyone." Carol sat down and went to each table to comfort the folks.

Many people here know her because she has been very beautiful, cute and silly since she was a child.

Stupid people are often more honest. As neighbors in the town, they believed Carol's words. Instead, they kept asking her various questions.

For example, 'How did you become a masked man'? ‘What’s your relationship with Deathstroke’? ‘Do aliens really exist’?

Waiting for such a question made her immediately confused.

Su Ming looked at the orange cat placed on the counter, and the element-devouring beast was also looking at him.

It sighed humanely and shook its little head, as if it was feeling something. It really took a fancy to Carol who was strong but not very smart, so it planned to eat and drink with her.

But I didn't expect that she was so mentally ill. How could she reveal her secret identity just because she had breakfast? This is a real foodie, right?

Its eyes are like asking the death knell: 'Now that I have abandoned the dark and turned to the light, is it too late to mess with you?'

However, before Su Ming could answer, Strangler appeared first, flowed to the counter and started arguing with the element-devouring beast. The host belonged to it, and Deathstroke didn't need a pet whose selling point was to devour it!

"Hiss!"

"Meow meow!"

I don’t know how they communicated, but after Strangler promised to teach it how to deceive Carol, the element-devouring beast gave up its plan to talk to Deathstroke, and it decided to have another look.

After all, in terms of strength, Deathstroke is undoubtedly powerful, but it has been occupied by the symbiote, and he can only get half of the food at most if he follows it.

It may also be life-threatening, because this symbiote is different from the ones it has seen before. It is a bit too strong. It is not sure that it can eat the god of symbiotes.

And with Carol, who is relatively weak, everything that can be eaten belongs to it, there is no competition, and there is no danger.

This is a matter of trade-offs.