The Death Knell

The wind passing through the small towns was a little noisy, perhaps because a sandstorm was coming, and the sky was getting darker.

"you lose."

The two guns in Deathstroke's hands spun twice, then swung back into the holsters. The mercenary walked straight towards the killer saint, not worrying at all that the other party would bend down to pick up the guns.

The outcome is so obvious. It is true that the Holy Killer is a cold-blooded killer, but he also wants to show face. It is not his character to plot against others after the outcome has been decided.

Even when he was killing people in the past, he had no experience of shooting behind others' backs. He would only approach the target step by step, and then shoot the prey to death in a face-to-face situation. Many times, he would even ask others for their last words.

This is the spirit of the Wild West.

The saint's hands hung down, he raised his head and looked at the gray sky, and let out a long sigh, which seemed to be both sorrow and relief.

"I lost."

"My name is Deathstroke. The so-called snatching of the title is just a joke. I am not here to eliminate you on behalf of God." Su Ming picked up the two guns on the ground, turned them over and placed the gun handles in front of the Holy Killer: "I am I’m here to negotiate terms, and I need you to help me kill someone.”

The wrinkled face of the Holy Killer turned to Deathstroke, and a glimmer of understanding flashed in his weather-beaten eyes.

He didn't refuse or agree, or even take the gun. He just shook his head and said: "This is hell, it's a nightmare. I don't know how you got in, but I can't get out. Without the permission of angels or God, I can't get out." Not going."

"Don't worry, I'm ready for the angel. Even though he's a junior salesman without wings, he's still an angel." Su Ming put the sure-kill revolver back into the Holy Killer's holster and patted his arm. The one-eyed face came close to his ear and whispered: "Do you want to kill God? Do you want to resurrect your wife and daughter? I can help you realize your wish..."

The Holy Killer stiffened, and he looked at the young man next to him as if he were looking at a madman. Does the other person really know what he is talking about?

"God can really kill? But he is not..."

"Hey, the normal process is to shoot first and then see if he is dead. You have never shot God, how do you know whether he will die?" Su Ming answered easily, and then said seductively: "You hate him, right?" Right? Think about your wife and daughter, think about their faces, think about your home, he took everything away from you."

The Holy Killer was silent for a long time. He invited Deathstroke to go to the bar next to the street, and took out two glasses from the bar to pour wine.

The corpses of the targets in the previous tavern had disappeared. They were refreshed by this dream. Just like a video game, the bar was empty except for the fan on the ceiling that was still spinning slowly.

Su Ming took a sip of the drink and could actually taste it. Although the taste was bad, it was really whiskey.

The Holy Killer drank one glass after another, and he kept thinking silently. Maybe he wanted to get a moment of peace from the alcohol, or maybe he was recalling the past.

Anyway, when Bobo poked his head at the door furtively, he finally nodded.

"I can kill for you, but I need you to prove something," he said.

Deathstroke finished the glass of wine and slapped the carved glass on the counter: "This is easy to handle. I will take you to kill God first, and this will be regarded as an advance payment. When you help me kill my target, I’ll help you resurrect your wife and daughter, deal?”

"Deal, the angels have always said that the pleasure of killing is my reward. This is the first time I have seen such a generous deal."

The Holy Killer's face was expressionless, but his rough palms were already held together with Deathstroke's.

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

With the Slender Angel leading the way, nothing happened when the few people escaped from the underworld. I don't know how Xiaopang diverted the Angel of Death. Anyway, without the guard, things were easier.

The Holy Killer didn't care about Bobo and Harley traveling together. In his eyes, ordinary people were as if they didn't exist. Even the most annoying angel companions, he just gave Slender Man a gloomy look and said nothing more.

Everyone returned to the town of Anville again, where Fat Angel was walking around anxiously. When he saw his friend returning safely, he hugged him tightly.

"Great, as long as everything goes well, I made an anonymous call to lie to Angel of Death that his wife was having an affair with Seraph while he was at work, and asked him to go home and take a look. I didn't expect that the nonsense I told him was actually true. I’ll be very busy for a while.”

The fat man still had the same poker face, and his voice was the same as the angel's, but he seemed to have some mood swings, and at least he sounded a little proud.

The thin man's smile became more and more natural. He patted his partner happily and said, "This way our exposure time will be delayed a lot. It's just that you committed the crime of deception. Doesn't it matter?"

"It doesn't matter anymore, we have reached this point, we can only continue going down." The fat angel glanced at Deathstroke with some fear. Although this mortal was wearing ordinary clothes instead of armor, what happened last night was too real. It was all too terrible and left an indelible shadow on his young mind.

The Holy Killer had been silent since he entered the motel. He stared at the cartoons on the TV endlessly and finally spoke:

"So it turns out that angels can betray God? I never thought about this before. I kind of like them."

Su Ming laughed, shook his head and whispered back: "It's not a betrayal of God yet, but I think my arrangement for them should be better than God's arrangement."

Harley was holding Bobo by the side. She was smoothing the orangutan's hair and asked: "Next, you said you want to find God? How to do it?"

"The key is still with the guy from 'Creation'." Su Ming looked at the fat and thin people not far away and walked over. He interrupted the communication between the two angels and said with a smile: "Very good, you guys You have fulfilled my request and done a good job. I promised you before to help retrieve Creation, now take action."

The thin man was stunned for a moment. He thought that his two brothers were useless against the death knell, and he was a little panicked just now.

Didn’t expect last night’s extra commitment was still valid?

He smiled again and bowed his head humbly: "What should we do? There is a vampire in the church who is more powerful than us. The creation is lodged in Father Jesse's body. It seems that it has no intention of leaving."

"Cassidy is a good vampire. I had a great chat with him last night. The way you chose to recycle the Creation before was wrong. Things are actually quite easy."

As Deathstroke spoke, the clothes, skin and flesh on his body all twisted, and he soon turned into a pale young man. He took out a black umbrella from his pocket and used it to block the sun:

"Harley, Bobo, you can watch cartoons with Saint Killer in the hotel for a while. [Biquge www.biquku.biz] We will be back soon."