The Death Knell

New York's sewers are still the same. After all these years, whether it's the smell inside or the eerie feeling, it's still the same recipe.

Su Ming wasn't sure why the sewage flowing nearby was green, but after seeing a mouse twisting and growing eight legs after being soaked in the green water, he felt there was no need to study these issues.

The three of them were all suspended in the air by the magic floating cloak and would not be affected by the following. I just hoped that Peter and the others who had left before would be smarter.

"Why do we have to go through the sewers?" Deadpool lay on his magic floating cloak and read a magazine with a flashlight. He quickly turned to a page with a beauties in swimsuits: "Wouldn't it be great to just fly from the sky with your ability? What?"

"Then we will be completely entangled by endless soldiers, just like those people in the sky now. Even if you can crush an insect with one finger, you are willing to lift it a million times in a short time. Fingers?”

Su Ming used the simplest metaphor to explain to him the reason for doing this. Now that the sewers have not been invaded by Zerg for the time being, of course they must take advantage of this tactical advantage.

Being in the dark during a battle represents an opportunity to attack first, and he doesn't want to waste this opportunity on a small soldier.

Jessica's mind was still filled with the weird dance of black people, and the cheerful music was echoing in her ears. She had no idea of ​​where she was going or how to get there, and she just simply followed the death knell.

Deadpool nodded repeatedly on the side. In fact, he didn't care about that, he was just bored and asked by the way.

My cousin never explained his plans in the past, but now that he can patiently explain it to himself, it turns out that he still has the love of his family...

Just when he was about to say something sweet, his ears suddenly moved and he heard gunshots coming from the darkness.

The building structure of the sewer is like a sealed pipe that can transmit sound to a long distance.

As a mercenary, Deadpool thought he could hear the gunshot correctly. If he hadn't lost his memory, he might still be able to tell what kind of gun it was.

"cousin?"

"Ah, strangulation and I both heard it. The source of the gunfire is not far from us. It's the third pipeline branch on the left, eight hundred meters further. You guys hold on tight."

Only humans can use gunpowder firearms. I just taught Jessica how to hammer enemies, but I didn't teach her how to do business.

To put it bluntly, a private detective is a hired intelligence investigator, not much different from a mercenary. Since she is going to be used in the future, it would be a good idea to teach her how to make a living.

The simplest is this kind of business. It sells a service called "help" when others are in danger. Even novices can easily master it. This is an elementary skill for negotiating terms.

Just like selling umbrellas near an office building in the city center on a rainy day, or selling spicy sticks at the school gate when primary school students are out of school, you can always make a business.

It was too late, but it was too fast. Even in a narrow place like the sewer, there was no doubt about the flying speed of the cloak. In just a blink of an eye, he saw the person who had just fired.

How should I put it? The man's hair was longer than that of the blond girl next to him, and his beard was the same as Thor's. He was wearing a hospital gown and showed his heroic qualities, as if he had run away from a mental hospital.

"Haha, this is quite a coincidence. Aren't these Bucky and Sharon?" Su Ming was happy when he saw it.

The one fighting them was a tall bull-headed monster. It was unknown whether it had mad cow disease. Its eyes were red and foaming at the mouth. It was holding a steel pipe that had been broken off from somewhere in its hands and was dancing whirringly.

Sharon Carter was still wearing a nurse's uniform, and the small pistol in her hand was just a fill-in. She fired a gun nearby and just heard the sound. The nine-millimeter bullet couldn't even penetrate the Minotaur's skin.

The main thing is to look at Bucky. The white light on his hands is glowing with metallic luster, making his fists look like steel. The sound of the steel pipe is like forging iron.

"Is this Sergeant Barnes?" Jessica looked at the battle not far away with some suspicion. What should I say? It was completely different from what she had imagined.

There are various information about 'Bucky' in the Captain America Memorial Hall. Generally speaking, the role of Captain's assistant can be easily summarized.

It’s Captain America charging ahead with a shield, and he follows behind and shoots the enemy with a submachine gun; the captain rides a motorcycle, and he sits in the sidecar of the vehicle and shoots the enemy; the captain drives a tank, and he operates a coaxial machine gun to shoot the enemy.

He has the image of a fire support soldier.

But when I look at it today, why does it feel like the martial arts style of the country across the ocean? Although it is not clear what moves he uses, they all look very routine, and they should be legendary kung fu.

"Just call me Bucky. World War II has ended a long time ago. Who of the serious people still calls me by military rank?" Su Ming took her cousin and the girl and jumped off the cloak and walked over there: "James Buchanan Bucky" His nickname is Bucky Barnes, but you can also call him Iron Fist."

Even though Bucky was having a lively fight with the Minotaur, Su Ming could tell at a glance that he was in very average condition.

Also, having been in a vegetative state in a hospital bed for decades, suddenly waking up today and being able to fight can be considered a sign of strong willpower.

Thanks to the existence of 'qi', his muscles have not atrophied, but his moves have become a lot rusty, but there is nothing he can do about it.

Kung Fu is like this. If you don't practice for a day, you will fall behind. But Bucky's current look is a bit like a "Dharma". His long hair is flowing and his beard is unkempt, and he really looks like a gangster.

It’s just that the fighting performance was too miserable. Wu Fengjiao, the strongest Iron Fist, was once able to tear apart the Phoenix Force with her bare hands. Bucky, the Iron Fist created by Deathstroke, was able to fight to a draw with a common underground creature?

Slightly embarrassing.

"The girl is pretty good. She's rolling around in the sewage. It's quite exciting." Wade made a lewd voice. His hobbies have always been unique.

Su Ming knocked on him, looking at the ceiling with the red goggles in the darkness, as if speechless: "Don't play tricks on Sharon, she is a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, and there are no female agents that are easy to get along with."

While several people were talking, Bucky, who was sparring with the Minotaur, also saw the red dot in the dark. He was stunned for a moment, and then he became happy.

"Deathstroke, is that you?"

While parrying the Minotaur's iron rod swings, leaving fist marks on the steel pipe, he let out a surprise call in the darkness.

But a less than ideal response came from not far behind, still in Chinese: "It's me, but if you continue to hit yours, I'll just pass by and take a look. By the way, Master Ba, don't fight with it. Try to cut it down the middle.”

Bucky's body froze for a moment: "...Where is the center of the cow?!"