The Death Knell

"Check or transfer?"

Tony put the wine glass on the bar and raised his chin slightly. He didn't care about a little money. Anyway, as long as he knew that the rescue work went smoothly, he didn't mind being generous.

"Cash, old unserialized bills, just ask your bodyguard to give it to Deadpool. Happy knows where Wade lives."

Deathstroke walked around Tony, looked at the numbers and formulas floating in the air, and began to think decently.

Iron Man did not bargain, and directly called Happy to do it. One hundred thousand dollars was just a small number, and in comparison, he was more curious about what Deathstroke and his team saw on the other side of the rift in space.

"Tell me about your travel experiences?" He returned to the bar and got himself another glass of wine.

"You can buy information about negative space from my cousin. I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you. I came here today just to inform you that you can launch the plan to close the space rift."

Deathstroke retracted his gaze from watching the digital projection and turned towards the window from which he came.

"Bang! Buzz!"

The wind was very strong on the upper floors of the skyscraper. The moment Tony turned away to avoid the wind, the mercenary opened the window and jumped out, disappearing.

The short scientist pouted and closed the window angrily. His hair was blown into a mess and his mood was completely ruined.

"You see, human beings are like this. When they have strength, they always disrespect others." He complained to Vision: "Do you want to destroy the world after meeting him?"

Vision didn't see it that way. There was no expression on his red face, but his eyes looked thoughtful: "I think he may be familiar with you, or he may have been monitoring you."

"Back then, my father hired him to spy on me. It's not wrong to say he was an acquaintance. Alas..." Tony thought of Howard and couldn't help but shook his head and took a few deep breaths: "Okay, I originally planned to do it. Go ask Carol to help send equipment to Mars, now you can do this kind of thing, so let’s move your things and go.”

The red-faced robot nodded, flew to the side, lifted up a refrigerator-like device, and followed the example of Death Knell, opened the window and flew out.

Tony: "..."

At the same time, Deathstroke flew away from Stark Tower and went into an alley. When he emerged from the other end, he turned into a well-dressed, handsome, middle-aged man with a butt chin.

He crossed a road, walked some distance along the street, bought a newspaper and got into the back seat of a limousine, which immediately started moving.

Gin who was waiting on the sofa in the back handed him a glass of wine and said with a smile: "Why do you always have to look like Batman? He is too pitiful."

"Because he is the best at taking the blame. Just like the dark version of the garbage recycling station, there are many spies from SHIELD and Hydra around Stark Tower." Su Ming drank champagne after toasting with her: "Just to be on the safe side, It’s nothing, what are your plans for today?”

Gin leaned on his shoulder, looking very satisfied, and said, "I want to go hunting with you. How about going to Odin's eternal hunting ground? There are dragons there that can be roasted and eaten. Then we go to Sakaar." Watching the gladiatorial battle, I haven’t seen Thor and Loki for a long time, and I don’t know if they know whether the Sea King has taken the throne.”

"Everything else is fine, but let's forget about the barbecue." Su Ming changed his face and shook his head helplessly: "Let's go to Warnerheim to eat and go to a restaurant."

"Okay, it's up to you." Gin took the wine glass away, took out a wine barrel from under the seat and slapped it away: "But let's have some wine first on the way to the Tianma. I've learned something recently. A romantic way to drink.”

As she said that, she took out a large couple's straw that was bent like a heart from somewhere and threw it into the wine. She put the wine bucket between the two of them with a smile.

............................

This is what a pleasant and relaxing vacation is like. Although Hela inherited Odin's eternal hunting ground, she prefers to sit in the Golden Palace and pet her own big dog. No one has taken care of the hunting ground for a long time.

If Deathstroke wants to go in and play, then go ahead. Anyway, the powerful beasts living inside are more like heroic spirits. Even if they are killed, they will be resurrected the next day.

Gin and her sisters who died back then have now regained their consciousness. Although they will not survive, at least the relationship between her and Hela has eased a little.

To put it simply, she didn't want to deal with Hela, and Hela treated her as if she didn't exist.

However, when he entered the hunting ground and caught a dragon and rode it with his man, Gin still showed a carefree smile.

"Actually, I think Eternal Hunting Ground is a bit like Jurassic Park. The dragons here are completely different from what I thought." After playing for a few hours, Deathstroke patted the head of the flying dragon he was riding and said speechlessly: "I I thought it would be a western dragon, a large lizard with wings, but it turned out to be a pterodactyl."

Gin hugged his waist and hugged him behind, smiling: "There are creatures from the Triassic, Devonian, Jurassic and other periods here. They are all powerful creatures that Odin killed on the earth when he was young. They showed respectable cruelty and bloodthirsty in the battle, so he took in their souls and allowed them to live forever in the form of heroic spirits in the eternal hunting ground, so that future warriors can personally experience what Odin once experienced. fighting."

"To be honest, they are quite weak. If you want to ride a dinosaur, we can go to the wilderness. The dinosaurs there can also shoot lasers." Su Ming squeezed her little hand and explained.

"That's different." Gin shook her head, her face pressed against the man's back: "Being able to enter here to hunt is an honor enjoyed by only a handful of Asgardian warriors. Your barbaric land is purely alien. The testing ground has a completely different meaning.”

Deathstroke breathed out: "Okay, although I really don't understand what is the glory of hunting, but you are happy."

"Let's go. This dragon flies a bit slowly and is not as fun as a spaceship." Gin patted his back and motioned to carry her down: "Let's go to Vanaheim for dinner."

So the two went to Vanaheim to eat stir-fry. Under the influence of Deathstroke, Sichuan restaurants are now popular in Vanaheim. Even though the cook is from Vanaheim, the fish-flavored shredded pork is very authentic.

After dinner, the instigator took the woman to Saka and watched the bloody fight between Thor and the alien gorilla.

Loki, who was also sitting on the observation deck, chatted with Deathstroke. He said that Odin had been here once and told him and Thor about the existence of their sister.

"It's a bit regretful. After all, we once wanted to be kings of gods." Loki said with a smile, and then showed a strange smile: "But that was in the past, and I am quite satisfied with the current life."

Why would Loki think this way?

Because now Thor has no intention of being the king of gods at all. What he wants to be now is the gladiatorial champion of the Sakaar universe.

Recently, a new opponent appeared in the arena - the horse-faced thunder god. He is really strong. Thor believes that fighting against the strongest in the universe is the meaning of a warrior's life.

If he can't freely fight against strong men from all walks of life and sits on the throne of the Golden Palace every day to get moldy, then he shouldn't be a god king.

If Thor wanted to be the God King, Loki would have to grab it, and the throne would be more fragrant. However, if the idiot brother didn't want to be the God King at all, he felt that the throne would become useless and meaningless.

It would be more interesting to see Thor beating up others in big places every day, or being beaten up by others.

Loki has this kind of character. He prefers to have fun with Thor than becoming the king. Since Hela wants to be the king of gods, let her be.

There are gains and losses, and she will never realize how happy it is to torment Thor...