The Death Knell

After chatting with Efilar for a while in the apartment and drinking some wine together, the new emperor said goodbye and left.

After all, if Seraph wants to integrate into modern society, it still depends on her own understanding.

When walking back to the mall, Daisy had finished shopping and was sitting in the coffee shop drinking something and chatting with Mao Mei.

"It's so fast. What did you get?"

Su Ming walked to the side and pulled out a chair to sit down. The spider girl smiled wisely and left.

"Oh, you have so many good things here. I want them all." Daisy stretched her arms out on the table and fiddled with the spoon in the cup: "But forget it, I didn't help much either. She recommended some cosmetics, clothes, jewelry, cars and helicopters to me, but I didn’t even have the nerve to ask for them.”

She changed into a new set of clothes. Although it was still the new leopard print style this year, the style of the clothes was different, and she became obviously more fashionable.

Maybe she was dragged to have a facelift and her hair trimmed, but anyway, she was now astonishingly white and tender.

"That's up to you. I'll give you another membership card for the Wilson fast food chain. You and Caroline can go eat hamburgers for free in the future." Su Ming took out his clothes, actually groping under the cover of strangulation. He took out a black and yellow card from his pocket and said, "I'll take you to the Waldorf Astoria Hotel for dinner tonight, and then continue our classes."

Daisy raised her little face: "Are there any classes left? I thought I had finished studying."

"How can being a superhero be so easy? But you have already completed the advanced class, and the rest will be much easier, and you don't have to leave the earth." Su Ming stood up, straightened his cuffs, and smiled, showing his bright teeth.

At ten minutes past midnight, two figures landed on the rooftop of a four-story building. These were the two Deathstrokes who had eaten top-notch French cuisine in the evening, and now they were in a ghost place like Hell's Kitchen.

Looking at the dim moonlight, it was a good day with dark moon and high wind. The red eyepiece of Deathstroke also extinguished the light so that he could perfectly lurk in the darkness.

"There is one very important thing about being a superhero, and that is patrolling." He squatted on the edge of the rooftop and looked down. There were some "Fist of the North Star" style speedsters, warming themselves with oil barrels in the alley, talking to each other. What, laughing out loud.

The products I got today were naturally delivered to the dormitory from the mall. When Daisy went out, the Meowth Hammer was always placed in her bag.

Although the Sun Spider slyly said that her original bag looked like the sacks used by Ukrainian farmers to carry dung on horseback, the female Thor actually liked big bags, just to make it easier to carry a hammer when going out.

She could never forget the small notebook and pen she carried with her. Using the dim moonlight in the sky, she wrote down the teaching contents of the lower class and patrolled.

Then she squatted down and whispered in Death Knell's ear:

"Are these Visigoth motorcycle gangs? Although the motorcycles are good, look at their jackets. I heard that only those who have completed a case can embroider those logos on their jackets."

Daisy is right, the motorcycle gang has a strict hierarchy.

People who are not knowledgeable can only look at their colorfully tattooed black leather vests for fun, but those who are knowledgeable can use a set of rules similar to medieval heraldry to interpret the meaning of those symbols.

Not to mention the internal levels, even the internal division of labor and past experience can be roughly seen from the jacket.

If there is a skull on the jacket, it often means that the person has killed someone or does not mind killing people, in other words, it is a 'red stick'; if there is an eagle on the jacket, it often means that the person has committed a speeding robbery before; if there are leaves or flowers on the vest , indicating that this person has passed through powder.

Anyone who buys a modified motorcycle and wears a black vest casually is considered a speedster. Without the consent of the boss above, even if he is really his brother, wearing a vest indiscriminately will be subject to family law.

"It's true that they are not good people. For us, ordinary street elements just form the basis of various tasks, just like the flour for making cakes. Of course, there are many benefits to knowing about Hell's Kitchen. The United States is home to 99% of the crime on the planet. and supernatural events, and New York definitely accounts for the majority of that number, with Hell’s Kitchen being the most chaotic of the several boroughs.”

Su Ming simply sat on the edge of the rooftop, took off his mask, and took out two bottles of beer to share with Daisy.

After connecting to the Marvel Universe, Sepulk can selectively interfere with various surveillance systems on the earth. Now I'm afraid the death knell that Nick Fury saw through satellite or city surveillance should be SpongeBob SquarePants, right?

"But they don't seem to be planning to do anything. They are just warming up and drinking. Even if the police come, they won't care about it." Daisy also sat down. She put the hammer on her thigh, supported her chin, took the beer and drank it. stand up.

"Don't worry, you just saw a gang, and you haven't seen with your own eyes what caused all the incidents. Look, isn't there someone coming over there?" Su Ming showed a smile and pointed to the other side. alley.

The speedsters occupied a small open space surrounded by several buildings. It could be seen from the white lines on the ground that this should be a basketball court.

They may have used this place as a new resting place. In addition to dragging oil drums for heating, they also brought several sofas and a TV, and piled some wine boxes not far away.

The basketball court is definitely one of the important types of territory in a place like Hell's Kitchen. This group of Visigoth speedsters crossed the line today.

"What's coming over there? I can't see it?"

Daisy squinted her eyes. The surrounding buildings were completely dark at night, and the street lights had long been removed. In the darkness, she had no night vision.

Su Ming replied with great interest: "An African-American gang came, about seventy people, each wearing all black and holding a guy in his hand."

The female Thor rolled her eyes and sighed helplessly: "At this time, instead of Wen Zou Zou, just talk about black people. Yes, I saw their teeth floating in the night. They seemed to be laughing wildly. .”

Hell's Kitchen in the Marvel world is rich in all kinds of lunatics and is also one of the famous novice areas. The mobs here are famous for their large number, variety and weak strength.

No superhero journey would be complete without bringing the female Thor along for the ride.

"Hell's Kitchen is a mixed bag, with more than 70% of the residents being black. There are three things that are absolutely taboo here, one is calling them niggas, one is destroying the jazz bar, and the other is occupying the basketball court. "

While Su Ming explained to Daisy, he watched the black men in the dark begin to occupy favorable terrain and set up their guns.

Daisy also looked down curiously and curled her lips: "Basketball court?"

"Yeah, because of the difference in physical fitness, basketball is regarded by many black children as an opportunity to change their destiny. If they can enter the NBA, it will be like a man who can reach heaven." Deathstroke changed his posture and knelt down on one knee: "Of course if they get rich, the first thing these kids will do is move."

"Uh, but I don't see what you're talking about has anything to do with the following gangs." The female Thor still didn't understand.

Deathstroke flicked the cigarette ash downwards. From this angle, there was no need to worry about being discovered. He patiently explained:

"There are many talented people, but they can't play without practicing. Taking up all the nearby basketball courts can help these guys discover talented people first, and then sign agent contracts with them in advance. Once they have children in the future His talent has been realized and he can play professionally. Either he will continue to endure being controlled by gangs and his blood will be sucked, or he will have to pay a large termination fee, otherwise his hands and feet may be broken and he will be completely useless."

"This is blackmail." Daisy frowned, these people are killing the children's future.

"I also think it's blackmail, but they think it's a 'gold mine' business. Trust me, there are darker businesses in Hell's Kitchen." Su Ming smiled and shook his head. Where did this go? Hell's Kitchen never lacks surprises. : "Okay, both of you below are not good people. What will you do in this situation?"

After listening to Teacher Deathstroke's question, the girl's face looked uncertain. At this time, a firefight had begun below, and the bullets made a chirping sound and bounced back and forth on the surface of the nearby red brick building.

"I'll take a look first and then talk."

As soon as she said her answer, Su Ming, who was holding a cigarette, showed a satisfied smile.