The Death Knell

Carol actually had no intention of hiding the small vault, but after signing the contract with Deathstroke, things happened one after another, and she forgot about the check.

Besides, she decided to go back to the army and had nowhere to spend the money. She hurried back to her room, took out the check and gave it to her mother.

Mary nodded with satisfaction. Having been a human on Earth for such a long time, she had already realized the importance of money here, and her family was really short of money now.

Joe became a vegetative state after a car accident. He had been receiving care in the hospital, but later because he could not afford the endless care costs, he had to be taken home to take care of himself.

Even so, he still needs to use ventilator and electrocardiogram and other equipment at home, as well as diapers and other consumables, which also require money.

Fury winked at Mei and motioned for her to follow him upstairs to check out the situation. He gave Deathstroke a check, partly to facilitate the transaction, but also to track the cashing of the check.

But he didn't expect Deathstroke to backhand the check to Carol, and Fury's plan fell through.

But Lu Dan was not disappointed. For him, discovering two other superpowers, Carol and Mariel, was the biggest reward.

He picked up the tea cup and looked at the orange cat on the coffee table quietly. The cat kept looking at him for some reason and licking its lips with its little tongue, as if it was very hungry?

The black man's one eye stared at it quietly, and the air became anxious...

The stairs in the house are very narrow and old. When several people walk on them, they make a heart-wrenching squeaking sound.

On the wall next to the stairs, there are some little people or plants drawn with colored pens. The brushstrokes are very childish. It seems that the three Carol brothers and sisters drew them when they were children.

Because the pictures show two boys and one girl, with square bodies, long limbs, and round heads, catching fish or swinging on a swing, I can still see those happy memories in them.

Su Ming glanced at Mei who was sneaking up behind him. He didn't say anything more, but looked at Carol who was caught in Mary's hand.

"Did you draw this before?"

Carol blushed a little, and she reached out to cover one of them, but there were such childish paintings on both sides of the stairs, and she couldn't cover them all.

Her reaction already explained the problem and there was no need to speak, so Su Ming asked again:

"You were scribbling on the wall. Didn't your dad spank your butts?"

The long golden hair swayed a few times. Carol recalled as she went upstairs. She shook her head: "No, he didn't beat us because of this. I sometimes suspect that he likes art because he often holds wine. Bottle, sitting on the stairs, looking at our paintings in a daze, it was a rare moment of peace for him."

Su Ming was amused. Carol's ability to tell jokes seriously was too good. She called these indescribable graffiti art?

If such a thing appeared in a cave, it would be worshiped by cultists, right? People who don’t know better think that the painting is an ‘anti-Trinity’.

But hidden behind these paintings is a sad fact, that is, maybe Carol's father would only briefly wake up from the fantasy of the battlefield when he looked at his children's graffiti, right?

He should love them, and the reason why he kept beating them was not for the reasons Carol had guessed before.

Su Ming's opinion was that it was a father trying to drive his children away from the 'battlefield', even though it was the battlefield in his imagination.

Perhaps in his opinion, his three children, who have no fighting ability, appeared on the battlefield and refused to leave no matter what, so what else could he, a clumsy-tongued soldier, do? Of course, they use military methods to beat the children away and make them realize that they should not be on the battlefield.

Unfortunately, this place is only a battlefield in his eyes. It is impossible for young children to leave home, so this becomes an endless cycle.

The more he beats his children, the more awkward the atmosphere at home will be, which will make him more nervous, making his PTSD more severe and making him more eager to drive the children away...

It all ended up killing him.

However, the truth of the matter is no longer known. The man is dead, and perhaps his soul has been recycled. Even if Deathstroke is a detective as good as Batman, all this can only be speculation and one of the greater possibilities.

He didn't tell his reasoning because there was no need and the story wouldn't matter if the people were gone.

"You have a good relationship with Joe?"

Su Ming changed the topic and asked Carol to catch up quickly and stop blocking the paintings with her back.

After Carol made sure Deathstroke didn't mean to laugh at her, she followed slowly, walking very carefully on the narrow stairs.

"Yes, because we three brothers and sisters... are very lonely."

She looked at Mary beside her. Originally, she was going to say that the three of them were like they had no parents when they were children, but she changed her tune temporarily.

Carol had just learned her mother's secret identity and understood her a little better. To hide her identity, creating an incompetent image was one way to do it. This was the price her mother paid for pretending to be an ordinary human being.

But... Mary's incident reminded Carol that she still couldn't stand the secret identity thing.

All this strengthened her determination not to mask herself and to be herself openly.

Seeing the small flames in her eyes, Su Ming shrugged. Who knows where this girl's mind went. Anyway, he had arrived at Qiao's door under the guidance of Mary. When he opened the door, he saw a Boy in hospital bed.

He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old and was buried under the quilt like a piece of dead meat. Although his face was rosy, his eyes were closed tightly.

The room was filled with the sounds of various instruments, the most obvious being the heart rate monitor, which beeped softly every few seconds.

As with all cases of being bedridden for a long time, this room decorated with a teenage atmosphere was filled with the smell of urine and impending death.

"His condition is very bad. Perhaps he fell into the sea and suffocated for too long, causing serious damage to his brain cells."

Su Ming walked to the bedside, and under the worried eyes of his family, asked Hangsha to check the boy in front of him. The black mist-like tentacles penetrated through the child's seven orifices, and he said this to Mary after a moment.

Melinda gritted her teeth, as if she could see these tentacles wriggling in the boy's mind.

Her sense of justice made her almost want to take action to stop such a cruel scene. The tentacles wrapped the boy into rice dumplings, but when she saw that Carol and Mary just looked at the death knell with hope and did not stop it, she smiled bitterly. one time.

I don't care about the two people who are stronger than me, and who are closer to the boy than me. What position does I have as a SHIELD agent?

So Melinda's mouth moved, but she didn't say anything. She just held her arms and stood at the outermost edge.

Mary touched her son's hair, but the child on the hospital bed showed no reaction: "Then can you save him? The doctors said he..."

"I am the Sorcerer Supreme."

Su Ming just answered like this, he wouldn't explain too much.

There are people in the Marvel Universe who absolutely cannot be saved, but Carol’s brother Joseph ‘Little Joe’ is not among them.

"What do you need me to do?"

Carol wanted to help, she seemed a little anxious and wanted to see her brother get better.

Su Ming didn't even look at her, but picked up a huge new syringe from the instrument tray beside the bed. Because vegetative people cannot eat independently and can only have esophageal intubation, these large syringes should be used for daily administration. He was fed liquid food.

"You just need not to cause trouble. Now tell me, what are Joe's usual shortcomings? Irritability? Schizophrenia? Depression?" Deathstroke asked some seemingly unrelated topics.

Carol pursed her lips unhappily: "No, Xiao Qiao is the best brother in the world."

"...Invalid information." Deathstroke had no expression on his face. He took out several bottles of potion from his pocket, flicked the glass cap of the potion bottle with his finger, and pumped the liquid into the syringe: "Mary, tell me, What character flaws does your son have?”

Carol also looked at Mary and put her hands on her hips confidently: "Mom, tell him that Joe is also the best son. He doesn't have any bad habits."

But will Mary be like her? Of course not.

The elite female warrior from Hara thought for a while and replied seriously: "Joseph is weak-willed, has too much sympathy, is indecisive, likes to have unrealistic fantasies, is not hygienic, and is obsessed with video games."

"Mom?" Carol's eyes widened. This was not what she wanted to hear.

"Go, let's go." Su Ming pushed away Carol, who was like a cat with hairy hair: "What Mary gave is valid information, your words won't help at all."

Carol pouted and retreated to Melinda's side. She wanted to suck the cat to calm down, but found that the cat was still downstairs. She said a little unconvinced:

"The questions you asked are useless. How can a doctor ask about a patient's character weaknesses?"

Su Ming installed the needle on the syringe, pushed the piston to expel the bubbles, and then stuck the needle on Joseph's thigh. The colorless liquid quickly flowed into his body:

"A vegetative state is usually caused by brain damage, so as long as the brain can heal itself, he will wake up naturally. And the medicine I use will make good people better and bad people worse."

Carol didn't know what this meant yet, but Melinda understood it. She was a little surprised and wrote down the information. Deathstroke had the SSS serum in his hand, which was the one used to make Captain America.

The treatment process was not over yet. Su Ming immediately asked Zhuo Sha to apply bioelectricity to Qiao Tong for electrotherapy.

"Now I use bioelectricity to stimulate his nerves to promote the serum to take effect. Maybe it can also treat game addiction..."

Seeing her brother bouncing up and down on the bed like a fish out of water, Carol turned away unbearably. She had never seen such a rough treatment method. Could it really work?

Within minutes it was proven that this was possible.

Although perhaps the electrotherapy was a little unnecessary, Joseph jumped up immediately. After rolling out of the bed, he danced his hands around like a madman, looking very energetic.

Well, although he didn't have the strength in his legs because he hadn't left the hospital bed for a long time, and this crazy devil palm technique was performed while kneeling, but at least the momentum was there, right?

After strangulation succeeded, he withdrew his tentacles from the target's body and continued to be its little bean sprout, while Su Ming just looked at the heartwarming scene of a family of three hugging each other with an expressionless face.

Very good, Joseph was saved. People will have all kinds of desires when they are alive, and there is one more card that can be used to control Carol.