The Death Knell

Looking at the 'defeated' sword fight, Su Ming smiled slightly.

He didn't bring Peter with him simply for Jason's reward, or simply to help the boy learn some knowledge about space mercenaries. It was also an arrangement that served multiple purposes.

When dealing with the Shi'ar, Colonel Sanders is not the only one who can restrain them. Anyone who is good at singing and dancing is their nemesis!

Like the soldiers who fought against a few people before, even if they can kill a few people on Earth, they will be killed by their own people after they go back, because they listened to the songs and watched the dances, and breaking Shia's laws in full public view is the end of the road. One piece.

Maybe they are not afraid of death, but there is no point in dying like that, so Deathstroke kills them, which actually achieves their reputation of loyalty and bravery.

This is why Dou Jian didn't even mention the soldiers who died at the hands of Deathstroke after they met, and why he entered a closed space like a spaceship alone to meet with a few people.

It's a pity that a person with a pure warrior background like him is too easily seen through by Deathstroke.

"Stop it, Peter, you've done a good job."

Su Ming pressed the top of the boy's head, as if knocking off the alarm clock ringing beside the bed, and the sound stopped immediately.

"Really? Then my headphones..."

Peter felt happy and sad at the same time, looking down at the black ashes at his feet.

The rule of death knell is that if you give, you will be rewarded. Whether it is yourself or others, you should be rewarded for your efforts. He answered with a smile:

"I will have someone send you a new limited edition pair from Earth, and I will also prepare a big gift for you."

"Thank you, boss."

Peter happily squirted out a snot bubble, took out a straw ball from his pocket, and chewed it happily.

Su Ming stood at the boy's original position, looking down at Dou Jian sitting on the floor. Seeing that the purple face seemed to have turned gray, he shook his head:

"you lose."

"Yes, Supreme Mage, I never thought I would lose, nor did I think failure would be so uncomfortable." Dou Jian lowered his head, appearing very calm.

He knew that if the human boy really went to the battlefield, he could kill him by blowing his breath. But when it comes to dancing, I'm afraid no one in the universe can be his rival.

But what else? There was no choice from the beginning.

The Supreme Mage, Thundergod, and Phoenix were watching eagerly from the side. The death knell was threatening, and even uttered the word "Mad King", which meant that he could turn against him at any time.

The princess asked him to stop the war, and it didn't matter whether he could achieve the other additional effects in the plan. It was just that he believed that he could do it, which made it difficult for him to get off the tiger.

But after being discovered by Deathstroke, he had no other way to make a few people follow him and fly out as captives, except to compete with the opponent's dancers in a dance competition.

Not being able to fight or being unable to fight is the most frustrating thing.

"Very good, you go back and prepare the honor guard and the protocol boat to pick us up. It's impossible for me to agree to Her Royal Highness the Princess's plan to use us for demonstrations, but I don't mind helping you to show sincerity, as long as we show Now that we have become allies, we should be able to fulfill His Highness's wish, right? Bring some reporters here, if you have this profession."

Su Ming flipped his wrist and made a farewell gesture towards the door, indicating that Dujian could leave.

There is a big difference between being picked up in a queue like a prisoner or being picked up in a normal diplomatic manner. At least it is clear who is stronger and who is weaker.

Humans are not weaker than any aliens, and it is impossible to make Su Ming admit defeat in this regard.

But if the eldest princess just wanted to appease the masses, intimidate the rebels, and show her ownership of the Phoenix, Su Ming's method would also give her face.

It's just that the Shi'a Empire is used to being strong and hasn't thought of the second way.

"Haha, it's really the wisdom of a chicken." Watching the fighting sword fly into the sky through the cab glass, Deathstroke smiled and took a puff of cigarette: "You should wash your face, change your clothes, change your clothes, maybe in a while There are cameras and videos, so don’t be dirty and embarrass the people on earth.”

The two women immediately left hand in hand. The woman still paid more attention to her appearance, but Peter had no awareness of how dirty he was and was still picking at the plant filaments between his teeth.

"Boss, why did you kill these chickens before, but now you suddenly plan to cooperate again?"

"The third lesson of the cosmic mercenaries is that there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests." Su Ming exhaled a puff of smoke, sat down and relaxed his legs on the dashboard: "Now is the time for the chicken king to fight for hegemony, and Li Landra's rise to power is obviously more beneficial to the earth than Deathbird's rise to power."

"Well, but it's good for the earth, what does that have to do with you?" Peter dipped his finger in saliva and wiped the button of his Walkman, then asked curiously.

Su Ming glanced at him and asked him to bring the ashtray with his clean hand: "Whenever you own a planet and control the fate of billions of people, you will know the benefits of the planet to its owner. What’s the use?”

"I thought the owner of the earth was Odin." Peter lowered his voice like a thief: "I have heard in the universe that the earth is called one of the nine realms and is the territory of the Asa clan."

"Many people think so, but they won't think so soon." Su Ming winked at him, took the ashtray, and flicked the ashes down: "But you are also a human being, remember not to commit adultery, I can I don’t want to have to twist your head off one day.”

Peter saw the black bean sprouts sprouting out of the captain's shoulders, a pair of crescent-shaped eyes staring at him, and the sharp teeth in his mouth shining with cold light.

He swallowed hard, licked his lips and changed the topic: "I don't know anything, and I won't tell anyone... That boss, you see you all have your own code names, how about you Can you give me a codename too? It feels pretty cool."

Deathstroke, Thor, Phoenix, these are all great.

"Don't you have a code name? Yondu gave it to you." The flame of the cigarette butt shone slightly, then dimmed again, and Deathstroke said unintentionally: "What's your name? Hairless monkey? Bald-skinned dwarf?"

Peter's eyes turned into dead fish shapes, and he simply sat on the floor:

"That's too ugly! Name me someone handsome and cool. Now you are my captain."

"Okay, so what's your dream?"

Su Ming asked the classic mentor question. This is not a stage where the kings of heaven compete with each other. Peter would not answer that it was singing, right?

The boy thought for a while. He lowered his head and rubbed his Walkman. He then picked up his little jacket and looked at the logo on his chest: "Well, first become a qualified predator, and then become famous and make a lot of money. That's right. , be like you again, get some planets of your own to play with, and be a free person."

"Do you want to be the landlord of certain planets?" Deathstroke moved his legs and looked at the many spaceships slowly landing in the sky and the welcoming team that walked out: "Then to put it bluntly, he is the Lord of the Stars. From now on From now on, your code name will be Star Lord."

Peter was very happy. He felt that this code name seemed as appropriate as if it should belong to him, and he immediately danced a passionate samba with joy.