The Death Knell

The explosion on the wall startled Jessica, and she clenched her fists and prepared to fight, but when the smoke fell, she saw clearly that the person who came out of the other side of the wall was the one who saved her that day.

She was so shocked that she retracted her tears. She also realized that with the current situation of the earth, crying here was not an option. After all, she still wanted to bury her family as soon as possible.

Thinking like this, she turned her attention to the death knell again. I'm afraid he was the only one who could arrange the cemetery at this time, right?

Su Ming noticed her gaze, but did not respond immediately. Instead, he waved to Wade:

"How did you find this place?"

Deadpool jumped to Deathstroke's side. The smell on his body even surpassed the smell of formalin in the morgue, and his every move was filled with body odor.

Under the pale light, he gently leaned his head on Su Ming's shoulder and said artificially:

"You have Cousin Radar in your head. How about it? Do you feel my love for you? Can you add more money?"

"puff!"

The cousin's answer was still the god-killer's transformed long knife, which stabbed him through. At the same time, electric current spread on the surface of the red and black uniform, and he fell down.

"It's too gay, be more aggressive." Su Ming withdrew his weapon and shook off the mucus on it.

Jessica and the survivors all shrank their necks, showing horrified expressions.

Because the intestines in Deadpool's stomach flowed all over the floor, he was still lying on the ground in a pool of blood doing aerobics. It was the program that was played on TV every morning. It had no weight loss effect at all. It just let you watch handsome men and beautiful women.

At the entrance of the hole that Wade had drilled out, the little insect stuck its head out like a Vietcong, and then retracted.

"Spider-Man, come here."

Su Ming naturally saw them, or to be precise, it was the strangulation that saw them, and then shared its vision with the host, as if it felt the vibrations of running and the sound of voices on the other side of the wall, reminding the host that his cousin was about to explode. Like a wall.

Peter and a few other girls walked over slowly. They bypassed Deadpool, who was posing on the ground, and stood in a row like students being punished.

However, Xiaochong is still relatively kind-hearted. He asked Deathstroke unbearably: "Is Deadpool okay? Even if he has the ability to heal himself, you can't shock him often. What if he becomes habitually incontinent?"

Su Ming shrugged, walked over, hooked his hands on Peter's shoulders, and rubbed his inferior hood, it felt like a rag:

"He has bladder cancer and rectal cancer. Even if I don't shock him, he will often be incontinent, so don't worry. Tell me about you, how did you get here?"

The hand on his shoulder could feel Peter taking a breath.

The boy looked sympathetically at Deadpool on the ground, then at the knife in Deathstroke's hand, and swallowed:

"We were originally going to escort the survivors to the safe zone, but the previous subway station fell. Deadpool said he would take us to a farther and safer place. But when we passed by, he suddenly blew up the sewer wall. Yes, I don’t know why.”

"Okay, let's talk about this guy. Instead of staying in the center of Manhattan with Coulson and the others, he followed you. Why?"

Su Ming sighed. He still hoped that his cousin would stay on the ground and be able to restrain the sentry when necessary.

But why did this guy just run away with the bug as if he had forgotten his official mission?

"I don't know. Originally he said he had a job to protect the agents, but he was stunned for a while and then said he wanted to play with me." Peter didn't know what he meant by playing, but Deadpool has never been very serious. The whole thing seemed like a joke to him.

Deathstroke nodded, probably understanding.

There is also a situation, that is, halfway through the mission, Wade suddenly lost his memory due to brain cancer, and then he made up a new mission in his mind...

He forgot about the mission of protecting SHIELD agents. After thinking about it, he switched to protecting the survivors. He also thought it was the mission given to him by his cousin because he just asked Su Ming for more money.

"I'll draw you a route map of the surrounding sewers. Take all the survivors here out, and then don't come back to the city. The level of fighting is beyond your current capabilities."

Deathstroke, who has lived in New York for so many years, has memories of the entire underground water pipe network. He may not know that the issuing center has been overturned, but he is aware of any changes in any sewer pipe, and the entire network is in his mind.

He took out a pen and paper and started drawing. It didn't need to be too precise or too comprehensive. He just needed to mark a line that would allow Peter and the others to take these people to the outside of the city.

He didn't care whether they found a farm in New Jersey to hide in or found a car to go further.

"I want to help, sir, please don't chase me away."

Peter seemed a little aggrieved. He felt that he was quite strong and could help, so he didn't want to leave.

"You haven't even finished the spider silk launcher. Without a three-dimensional mobile device, how can you fight against the giant beast?" Su Ming glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued writing and drawing: "What you rely on now are mutations. If you haven't learned fighting or collaborative tactics, don't risk your life. The current situation is just the beginning. As the space cracks get bigger and bigger, the dangers you face will increase exponentially. "

Peter scratched his head. He glanced at the girls around him and hesitated.

He hadn't thought about it that much before, but now after hearing what Deathstroke said, he felt that he had been hasty and he wasn't afraid of losing his life, but he didn't want the girls to suffer any misfortune.

The same goes for the girls. They hugged each other and communicated quietly. It was not that they had not seen the dead street vigilantes when they were on the ground, but they did not think about it deeply. Now Deathstroke has put the problem on the table. Mary and Liz were even shaking a little.

"However, it's not that there is no other way."

Just when they were worried and unable to make a choice, Deathstroke spoke again, and his tone became much more soothing:

"It's relatively safe to operate underground in the city. As long as you don't fight the bugs head-on, you can also help. That is to help escort the survivors and let the Avengers and X-Men rescue them on the ground, while you are in the sewers Li responded, and so on."

"This is good, suitable for us, hehe." Peter was like a drowning man who saw a life-saving straw. He really wanted to help, but he didn't want to put his crushes at risk. Now that he heard the compromise, he let out a silly smile. .

Gwen on the side tilted her head. Under her white hood, the LED lights around her big eyepieces shone brightly. She raised her hand to ask:

"But there doesn't seem to be any danger in the sewer. Apart from it being a little dark, smelly, and dirty, there doesn't seem to be anything we need to do."

"You're called Ghost Spider, right?" Deathstroke asked knowingly and handed her the sketch: "You are still too young and have no idea what is in the sewers of New York. The monsters that have failed in various experiments are no longer subject to Controlled underground creatures, crazy mutants, criminal gangs like the Viper Gang, etc., it’s just like a freak show in a circus. It’s lucky that you didn’t encounter it this time, but if you let hostages next time If we leave on our own, they may not have such luck."

The circle of superheroes and villains is also like a biosphere, a layered structure in which big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp, and shrimp eat sludge.

To face a cosmic disaster at the level of a street hero, if there is no one to protect you, you are looking for death. But when such a disaster occurs, they can still deal with enemies at the same block level, such as going into the sewers and heading to the isolated battlefield.

In fact, Peter would have no problem even if he faced off against the Annihilation King. Just because he is Spider-Man, the biological son of Marvel, he is the same as the Batman next door. He just needs no explanation.

But Peter in other parallel universes had a miserable life. Either his family or his girlfriend died. His good friends, teachers, and strangers all wanted to kill him. Su Ming thought it was better to let the 40K little bug live a happy life. I finally arranged for him to have a "secret love in the Crystal Palace", but I can't let those girls suffer here.

Spider-Man, who feels happy about himself, is much easier to control than Batman. If it also makes him bitter and resentful, it won't work...