The Death Knell

The black man took the strange crystal from Deadpool's hand, but the enthusiastic smile on his face froze. He looked down at his palm and found a lot of shiny mucus, which was flashing.

Wade scratched his head in embarrassment: "I just tasted whether it was sweet or not."

"Interesting human being, I will remember you."

The Negro accepted the tribute, it loved the sacrifice of biological fluids.

Wade has oral cancer and other problems, and his saliva is mixed with blood. Blood sacrifices are never out of date.

The Black Pharaoh raised the trinoctahedron, opened his mouth and became bigger than the basin, swallowed the crystal in one gulp, and then shook hands with Deadpool warmly with satisfaction.

"Uh, you're welcome?" Deadpool was a little confused. How should I put it? He could only think that the perversion of black people was beyond imagination: "But I'm sorry, I'm not gay. Only my cousin can use my anus."

His hand was hidden behind his back, holding the small pistol on his waistband.

The black man shook his head with a smile and tapped Wade's chest with his finger: "That's a good joke. I like Americans. They have a better sense of humor than Egyptians. We must play a riddle game next time we meet. So goodbye, Deadpool , Deathstroke, I will pay attention to you."

After he finished speaking, no movement was seen from him, and his figure gradually faded and disappeared into the air.

Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief and stuck the giant sword on the ground beside him:

"Fortunately, it was the Black Pharaoh who came. If it were another clone, we might have to use our trump card."

"Your trump card? What is that?"

Wade came over, picked up one of his cousin's arms, put it on his shoulder, and blinked.

"Have you ever seen Los Angeles at four in the morning?" Su Ming put away the sword, hooked his cousin's neck and walked out: "Think about what kind of stars there are in Hollywood, what do you think they are?"

Deadpool suddenly realized it, and he showed a little fear: "I understand, it's singing, dancing, rapping, and playing basketball."

"Yes, there is no enemy in Marvel that cannot be defeated by dancing. The key lies in how to dance and who will dance. And this is only one of the methods. Through the contact just now, I have a better understanding of them, and A few new methods have worked, and now the problem is solved. You can think of the clones of the ancient ones as the embodiment of their split personalities. The Black Pharaoh prefers to have fun. He is just looking for fun and is not a threat to us."

The cousin patted his cousin on the shoulder, maybe it broke some abscess, blood seeped out through the uniform, and his hands were stained with yellow water.

I quickly wiped it on the wall next to me because strangulation felt disgusting.

"Are you going to exterminate the Tyana people just for fun?" Deadpool rolled his eyes and immediately complained: "This is really exciting. He also made an appointment with me to play riddles four years later. What do you think I should do?"

"You can't die anyway." Deathstroke let go of his arm. The self-healing was almost completed and it no longer affected his actions.

Wade curled his lips and nodded: "That's true."

Su Ming smiled and moved his neck. The X-metal skeleton also needed to adjust its position slightly. He said, "After making money this time, can you go back to see Vanessa? Are you feeling confident?"

"Well, thank you Slade for being willing to take me out for a ride. I also saw Adu's face. You actually brought me to see him, right? Because you are the Supreme Mage, you must have seen this timeline. "

Deadpool stretched and put his hands behind his head.

"So be it."

Su Ming sighed and saw a ghost. His biggest problem is that he cannot see the whole picture of his future, and the timeline involving himself is extremely blurry.

Wade nodded movedly. He took the initiative to hug Deathstroke's waist and rested his head on his solid arm:

"I have learned a truth these days. It doesn't matter what you look like. Since Susan doesn't dislike Doom's appearance, how can I, who is more handsome than Doom, scare Vanessa? She is comparable to Susan is more knowledgeable and she will only love me more.”

"Get away, you're drooling on Strangler."

Above the Pacific Ocean, a small hole suddenly appeared, and some figures fell out of it.

"Doom is finally back."

Doom contacted his satellite through the armor and breathed a sigh of relief knowing that he was back in the correct dimension.

No annihilation occurred, indicating that the polarity conversion went smoothly. It was time for him to return to the country to see what he had been away from for so many years.

Um?

He looked at Deathstroke. The time calibration provided by the satellite was not that many years ago. It was only a little more than an hour before he left the main dimension.

Did the Sorcerer Supreme lie to him?

No, his original lie was to deceive Susan. Why?

It’s to understand.

Doom was worthy of being a first-class smart man. He immediately understood the other party's intention and did not need to ask questions at all. Instead, as a vested interest, he immediately accepted this setting.

He only needed to move Susan's cognitive time forward three years to make up for this lie, which was just a small problem.

So the next second he landed on the sea, he cast a spell on Susan, and the invisible girl fainted in his arms with a cry.

After returning to the main dimension, all his power came back. A magic that affects people's subjective consciousness is very simple for a great mage like him.

It is now 2005. He just needs to make Susan think that the time when the two fell into the time rift was 2002. It would also be good to delete some of her and Reed's memories.

Anyway, now that she is with him, are the steps and the truth still important?

The only problem is that there are a few people in the way

Deathstroke seemed to understand his thoughts. While carrying his little cousin to fly, he talked about the new business: "I plan to kill Reed, Adu, will you participate?"

"The dimensional teleporter has been acquired. Reed is worthless, especially now. Doom will not let him destroy my hard-won warmth." Doom answered the question with gloomy words: "Why do you want to kill him? I didn't Don’t care, but we’re better together.”

There was an inconspicuous island below with rocks on it. Su Ming signaled that we could talk after landing.

After landing, Doom placed the unconscious Susan on a rock to lean against. Su Ming asked Wade to keep an eye on her, and then the two conspirators walked to the beach together, looking at the dark ocean.

"For some reasons, this matter needs to be hidden. I have a plan and I need your cooperation."

Deathstroke smiled and removed his visor, lighting a cigarette.

Doctor Doom responded: "Please tell me."

"Wait a minute, I'll go to the universe to pick up some goods first." Su Ming smiled and flew into the sky.

A few seconds later he returned to the spot, carrying a large capsule-shaped metal can, and then opened it.

White mist-like smoke overflowed from the capsule, revealing a naked man inside, who looked like Reed sleeping with his eyes closed.

"What's this?"

Doom could tell at a glance that he was not a human being. The iron mask could provide X-ray function. Reed in this jar only had skin and muscles made of biomass, while his bones and brain were all made of metal and circuit boards.

"Synthetic man, this is a mixture of flesh and blood and machinery invented by a friend of mine."

Su Ming patted the metal can, pressed the subcutaneous button behind his body, and activated the device:

"As a backup plan, I had people create synthetics with the appearance of all Earth's 'heroes', just in case one day I had to kill one of them, so that I could immediately use the synthetics to top the dead people. position to save our mutual friends from grief."

The synthetic man's expression was stiff at first, but after the freezing effect gradually faded, his expression became more natural.

Then he danced naked and showed a provocative smile.

Doom shrank his neck in disgust, what is this? Could it be that Deathstroke loaded these synths with a gigolo program?

"Stop."

Su Ming covered his forehead. There was nothing he could do. Howard only made a 'sex doll' production line. These backup robots were made by Su Ming behind his back. He didn't know much about programming. The default programs were only gigolos and thugs. categories:

"As you can see, there are two problems that you need to solve. First, I need you to slightly modify the program so that he can have anti-reconnaissance skills. Second, I need you to use magic to give him rubber-like abilities. This way the secret will not be revealed.”

Doctor Doom narrowed his eyes. He probably guessed the plan: "Doom understands, give me five minutes."

He took out his belt and flew out some small drones to start work. Various tools also popped out from behind the armor under the green cloak, becoming like an iron spider.

He plugged a few wires into the interface pointed out by Deathstroke and started working.

What Deathstroke wants is a fake Reed who can keep running around the earth, so that no one will notice that the real Reed is dead.

This is good for everyone.

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