The Death Knell

Su Ming shrugged at Daisy. He had expected this. In any case, disobedient people in this dark country are guilty of living.

Although Hyperion has a manic and depressive personality and prefers to use their hands rather than their brains, they are still qualified as vigilantes.

Whenever they encounter drug trafficking, human trafficking, theft or robbery, they will always step in and take care of it.

And this management may offend the boss behind the other party, that is, a certain politician or a certain general. Over time, they may have offended the entire government.

Normally, the Supreme High School team is so powerful that the enemies dare not speak out in anger, but now several strong men have been knocked down by strange men in black and yellow armor. Isn't this an opportunity?

It would be nice to send a representative to acquire prisoners from strangers, experiment on them or kill them outright.

So this fat man came and offered the position of governor of New York.

Of course, logically this makes sense, but

Su Ming was noncommittal. He smoked quietly and slowly exhaled a piece of blue mist. The butt of the cigarette was blown shining by the strong wind from heaven. He put his hand on the guardrail, stretched his neck and said:

"The wind is a bit noisy today."

The fat general seemed not to notice what was going on and walked towards him with his pants lifted, but Deathstroke fired without looking back. The bullet hit the toe of his shoe and bounced in an unknown direction.

And the shallow pit on the ground also showed that he was not very popular.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, then his face showed a look of trying to suppress his anger, but he laughed again the next second: "If the conditions are not satisfied, we can negotiate again, add more money? Or give your subordinates more positions? I am We are here on behalf of the military, we are very sincere, I just need you to hand these people over to me."

"Oh? That's it. Then can you tell me what you plan to do by buying these my prisoners?"

Su Ming put the pistol back into the holster on his thigh and asked casually.

"This is an internal secret, but since a strong man like you wants to know, of course I can tell you." The fat man patted his belly and made a snapping sound: "These people are all freaks, but freaks also have them. For example, sending it to the dissecting table can make some contribution to the country’s scientific and technological development.”

The other party showed his distaste for the superheroes unabashedly, and the black bean-like eyes on his face shone dangerously.

"Haha, it's interesting, but what I want is not territory or power. Wealth in this world means nothing to me." Su Ming still leaned on the railing and smoked, acting very arrogantly: "I'm not interested in money, and I don't want to go out. I never bring any money, and the governor’s income is just a small number to me. The thing I regret most is that I am too rich.”

Daisy rolled her eyes. She clearly saw that Deathstroke had brought money when he bought things before, and he was very fussy about it.

The corner of the fat man's mouth also twitched. He couldn't explain why, but he felt that the man in black and yellow armor in front of him was trying to play nice with him.

However, he took a few steps forward and said with an apologetic smile: "Everyone knows that the more money, the better. Why do you regret being too rich?"

Su Ming turned around, put out the cigarette butt and put it away carefully. His face was quickly revealed after the smoke was blown away. It was a very helpless expression.

"Every gain must come with a loss. While I gained a huge amount of money, I also lost a lot of things."

"Oh? Is it health or family affection?" The fat man smiled, bowed his head and took a few steps forward.

"No, I lost a lot of worries when I gained wealth. The life of the rich is too monotonous and boring." Su Ming raised his head and looked at the sky, sighing melancholy: "I and these people lying on the ground There is no grievance or enmity, but they are jealous of my wealth and attack me.”

The smile on the fat general's face became uglier than crying: "You are right, they are just such people. They are an unstable factor in society and must be cleaned up quickly and thoroughly. You can set a price. I think we can"

"Shh, I don't want you to think it, I want me to think it." Su Ming raised a finger, waved it in front of his face with a smile, and interrupted the other party's words with clear words: "Okay, I will tell you next Ask a question, and if you can answer it, I will give these people to you; if you cannot answer it, I will arrest you and wait for someone else to redeem you."

Daisy picked up Cosmo and turned to look at the general. She had an intuition that Deathstroke might not ask about Odin's whereabouts.

"You ask, even if I don't know the question, I can still ask the Pentagon for help." The fat general took a deep breath, revealing his white fat belly, and the fat was as soft as liquid.

Deathstroke smiled and nodded. He took the same posture as when Ye Man asked the Japanese to take action:

"Then please listen to the question. It is known that Princess Divine loves Hyperion deeply, but Hyperion not only loves her but also Nighthawk. After the forbidden love between the two men was found out by Sumo, the uncontrollable Big Mouth told Huang Jian got Huang Jian, and Huang Jian told his wife Canary the news. Canary told Water Walking Girl about it, and Water Walking Girl frowned and told Princess Divine Power about it. What happened next The next morning, everyone found that Princess Divinity was dead in the Supreme Hall. When will Nick Fury die?"

Fat General: "???"

What is this and what? ! Who is Nick Fury? Is there any logical relationship between the whole thing? Is this person in front of me a lunatic?

But looking at the other party's serious expression, there was no sign of any mental illness at all, or in other words, the illness was not obvious.

The woman beside him had already begun to turn the hammer in her hand, and the big wolf dog was also staring at him. The general frowned slightly, realizing that the problem was not simple.

And at this moment, he realized and understood the correct answer. The so-called Nick Fury, no matter who he was or whether his name was that, the fate he faced was almost the same as his own at this moment.

The fat man sighed and shook his head slightly: "If my logic is correct, the correct answer should be that he will die whenever you want him to."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black and yellow armor laughed. He rubbed his short stubble with his palms, as if he was sighing.

He waved his hand to signal Daisy and Big Dog not to do anything. Instead, he looked into Fatty's eyes and said, "That's indeed the correct answer. You're very good."

"Then please come with me, let's find a place with less wind." The fat man smiled, turned around and invited Deathstroke and others to board the plane: "We can sign a contract, and the governorship of New York State will still be given to you. "

However, a huge golden sword wrapped with electric light suddenly stood in front of him, and the man's voice sounded faintly from the side:

"Hey, don't leave in such a hurry, Nighthawk, are you so naive that you think you haven't been exposed yet? Keep your hands away from your belt. I know your pants can't fall down, and I won't give you any magic gadgets. If you have the opportunity, I suggest you don’t try it. Hyperion can’t beat me, and you won’t be my opponent.”

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