The Death Knell

Tens of seconds later, Peter was holding a bottle of soda with tears in his eyes, sitting on the ground and panting.

It wasn't that he wanted to cry, it was mainly because his nerves were disturbed by the electric current, and he couldn't control his tear glands and nasal discharge at all. Fortunately, there were carbonated drinks to soothe his injured heart.

"Your performance is very poor. I'm afraid you don't have any fighting talent to tap."

Deathstroke and Thor stood side by side, their dark shadows cast on Peter's face, and their cold words made the boy despair.

After all, predators still rely on their fists. If they can't fight, the future will definitely be bleak.

"Why are you all human, yet so strong?" He sniffed, raised his head and asked.

"Because... I am Deathstroke!" The captain squatted down, a black and yellow mask covering all the boy's sight, and an endless sense of oppression came over his hood, but it came in an instant: "But since you Once on my ship, I have to find a way out for Peter, the gigolo, who is the third in command of the crew.”

"Really?" Peter cheered up again. For some reason, he suddenly felt that this fellow named Deathstroke was actually a good person: "It would be better if you didn't emphasize my position."

"Don't run away from the reality that you are useless except for dancing! Let's go, let's talk as we walk." Deathstroke picked him up, and after observing the general direction, the three of them walked towards the city.

There were endless mountains of garbage around him. Many times, Peter felt like someone was staring at him from behind, as if he had fallen into a spider hole. There must be more than eight eyes around him.

However, Deathstroke completely ignored this. It was the confidence brought by strength. He walked in front to open the way and asked the boy:

"There is a saying on earth that losers rely on mutation and rich people play with technology. I need to know if you have money before I can decide your development path."

"Mutation?" Peter was just a primary school student, and he was a little unfamiliar with this word.

Deathstroke nodded, his back looked very tall, like a leader: "I just implant some cells from flies, geckos, etc. into you to see if you can become half human and half monster. These changes are often It will bring good combat effectiveness. I guess if you become Maggot Man, you will probably gain the superpower of digesting the excrement of other creatures."

"Uh... drinking urine is my bottom line. I can't bear eating shit." Not only did Peter not feel disgusted, he could even make a joke.

After testing, Su Ming judged that Peter had a good resistance to "poop and piss". No wonder he would be friends with Wade after he became Star-Lord in the future.

"Then do you have money?" Deathstroke was not surprised and asked him again: "If you have money, first buy a Kree individual uniform from the black market, and then buy some Skrull weapons and make a Buy a good ship, buy thousands of armed robots, and you can make your debut."

Peter threw the empty soda bottle aside, put his hands into his pockets and dug them out. Those pockets were cleaner than his face: "I don't have any money either. The money I shared this time was stolen by Yondu again. The savings are still on the battleship." superior."

Deathstroke, who was leading the way, sighed, shook his head, and pointed at a small spaceship flying in the sky: "Did you see what that was?"

"A small cargo ship...you mean I don't have the money to rob it?" Peter seemed to be enlightened in an instant, and he seemed to understand something.

However, the spacecraft flew behind the three people, came to the top of a garbage mountain, opened the bottom hatch, and all kinds of garbage littered the ground.

Then the spacecraft shook a few times in the air, as if it had been urinated, closed the hatch, turned around and flew back to the city.

"What I mean is that you shouldn't be at the bottom of the ship, you should be in the ship. You are garbage." Deathstroke promptly explained to Peter the profound meaning of pointing at the spaceship, and shook his head in disappointment: "You are still unwilling to change without money, almost It’s hopeless.”

Peter had a long face. Isn't it human tradition to respect the old and love the young? Why does this grown man always attack his young heart?

Too cruel! So dark!

However, there is still a light in the darkness. As a clever little boy, Peter discovered the clues in Deathstroke's words: "You said...almost?"

"Yes, you just have a decent brain, not mentally retarded." Deathstroke walked up to him, hooked his heavy hands around the boy's neck, and walked towards the city with his arms around him: "You have no fighting talent and no money. , with no chance to mutate, there is only one way left, and that is to become a gunner."

"Gunner?"

"As long as a mercenary can complete the task, he is a good mercenary. It doesn't matter what means are used to achieve the goal. And if a predator wants to kill someone, he or she does not necessarily need to use fighting or superpowers. A pistol can achieve the goal."

As he spoke, Deathstroke took out an energy pistol from his pocket and handed it to Peter. It was a little bigger, after all, it was a plasma pistol of a Space Marine. The boy held it like a plasma cannon, squeezing his waist. The rod bends.

"This is too! Heavy!"

There were several blue veins on Peter's face, and he couldn't even take a step.

"Is it heavy? Daisy." Su Ming tilted his head.

The female Thor stretched out her little finger and raised the plasma pistol: "It's not heavy at all."

Deathstroke glared at Peter and said, "Look at you, you don't even have any strength. You are almost hopeless. Do you still think you are the protagonist of the universe?"

"How do you know..." Peter covered his small mouth, feeling that Deathstroke had seen through his secret.

Deathstroke rubbed his head and continued to drag him forward: "Oh, you usually have to close your eyes and listen to your Walkman while walking. Those who sing along loudly as if no one else is around are all narcissists. This is not mind-reading, it's just psychology. "

Daisy understood, no wonder the death knell always hit the boy. It turned out to be to make him live more realistically and not be so conceited.

In the face of constant danger, excessive self-awareness can indeed kill people.

Peter sheepishly pulled one of the headphones out of his ear, turned off the Walkman on his belt, and said sheepishly, "My bad."

Su Ming put away the plasma pistol, took out a 9mm Wilson 17 pistol and threw it to the boy. He also gave him a few magazines: "Your only way out is to be a gigolo assassin, paralyzing the enemy through the singing and dancing of ghosts and beasts. , suddenly breaks out at the critical moment, use firearms to solve the problem, practice your marksmanship and driving well, it doesn’t matter if you can’t beat them and you can run away.”

The boy's eyes seemed to suddenly open up, and he saw a clear path. This was the guidance given to him by his fellow human predecessors, and it should be the most suitable path for him.

Dancing and shooting at the same time?

Various movie clips of gun fighting seemed to appear in his mind. How handsome were they?

"Thank you! Captain!"

"You're welcome, you have to do your best in this operation. You kill whoever I ask you to kill. You have to dance gracefully whenever I ask you to dance, understand?" Deathstroke still looked the same, as if everything was as he expected. Among them: "Okay, shut up, someone is looking for me."

Just as he said, at the entrance of the city not far away, a black figure was walking out of the darkness. The male and female figures could not be distinguished. They were hidden in a wide black cloak. A smell of decay and destruction followed. .

"You shouldn't have come to see me. This time is very sensitive." Deathstroke greeted him.

"I just came to see what kind of person has the hammer, haha, is it her?" A nice female voice sounded, speaking standard English.

Deathstroke shook hands with the other party and lowered his voice: "You'd better go home quickly to prepare for Ragnarok. It will be a few years at most. Have your brothers made arrangements?"

"Both of them, they really don't have any friendship for sister, what about you?" The woman disagreed. She leaned on the solid shoulder, raised her hand to touch Deathstroke's face, and a sharp black stone slowly emerged from her hand. , like a dagger.

Su Ming raised his hand and crushed the black stone to pieces, and passed the woman: "You and I don't have much friendship. In the past, it was just business, don't get it wrong... You two, don't be in a daze, Follow me."