The Death Knell

The last time I visited this island country was decades ago. Not long after World War II, Deathstroke and Monaco came to Roppongi together.

At that time, there were American military clubs everywhere along the coast, and Pan Pan used his body to beg for food on the streets. A deformed society was displayed under the feasting and feasting.

Now, the difference is not big, except that there are more neon lights on the streets, the music is louder, and the girls who stand on the streets to make money no longer wear kimonos, but wear cute sailor suits and bubble socks.

This is still the same place full of nightclubs, and the style is completely different from that in the United States.

"Roppongi, although I have been to Japan for many missions, I have never been here to play." Deadpool's eyes were not enough, and the colorful lights reflected his mask in bright colors: "I have seen it How come I didn’t expect the TV series of “The Queen”!”

While talking, he hit his head with his fist in annoyance, as if regretting that his memory was not up to par.

"The female public relations in the store are different from the assistance girls outside. They are all PUA masters. You can't get it even if you spend money." This time, the death knell has become the face of Goro in "The Lonely Gourmet", and the strangulation has also become Wearing a long black coat: "Since you understand Japanese, go and inquire about the news. At present, we only know that someone detonated a nuclear bomb in Fukushima. Go and inquire about what ordinary people on the street think of this matter. I was there I’ll wait for you at the noodle shop nearby.”

After saying the death knell, he walked to the side of the street. The stall that sold udon noodles decades ago has now been turned into a small restaurant. The red hanging curtain also says 'noodles'. Word.

It's just that the boss is no longer the rickety man. The current store manager's facial features look somewhat similar to that man, maybe he is his son or grandson.

Udon noodles are not only filled with soy sauce, but also fish paste and eggs.

Sitting at the bar, watching the TV hanging from the ceiling, and listening to the diners discussing the nuclear explosion just now, Su Ming just pricked up his ears.

"Why is this happening? Isn't America still dissatisfied with us?"

One of the Japanese customers eating looked worried. He was wearing a good suit and a high-end watch made by Wilson Enterprises. He also came to Roppongi to play in the evening, which meant he was considered a wealthy person.

Why would rich people come to such a small shop? This is normal, the emperor also likes to eat pickles.

"Well, who can say otherwise? I don't know which bastard in the government offended the adults in the United States, but this atomic bomb fell on the heads of our civilians."

Another diner, who seemed to be of equal status to him, took the rare opportunity to speak. Under normal circumstances, Japanese people will not answer calls like this when they go out, because it will cause trouble to others and is considered a very rude move.

If you want to join the conversation, you have to apologize first, that's the problem.

"The place I saw on the news was in Fukushima. Isn't it a leak from the nuclear power plant?" The restaurant owner used a bamboo basket to scoop up noodles and throw away the water while talking to his regular customers in a questioning tone.

"That's not the case, boss. Even if the nuclear power plant leaks, the concentration of materials and the number of neutrons inside will not be enough to cause a chain explosion." The first customer to speak seemed to have a poor appetite, and the noodles were not delivered to his mouth for a long time: "We all I saw the mushroom cloud on the news, and only a weapons-grade nuclear bomb could create it."

"That is to say, the only ones who can use nuclear weapons at will are the adults of the United States, right?" Another guest agreed, squeaking the chopsticks in his hand: "It must be that our attitude is not respectful enough, so they Who is punishing us for being disrespectful to the United States? Damn it!"

"Who else could it be? Isn't it just..." The diner in front pointed at the ceiling with a finger and blinked vaguely: "They are greedy and are always talking about catching up with the United States and the United States. In terms of economy, To gain independence, isn’t this a warning!”

"well......"

The expressions of the diners in the small shop were very complicated. They couldn't be said to be worried, but more like helpless and confused.

After the defeat in World War II, out of admiration for the strong, they have been working as dogs for the United States. Now they dare not bare their teeth after being hit with a stick. They can only moan and continue to suck noodles here.

Su Ming, who had been eavesdropping, was sitting at the bar with his arms folded. He seemed to be one of the worried customers, but in fact he was thinking about something in his mind.

According to the anecdotal information heard so far, the Japanese people unanimously believe that the nuclear attack was carried out by the United States, and the reasons have been found. This is very interesting.

But after a little mental analysis, this possibility is basically ruled out, because it will not bring any benefits to American politicians or the military.

If it was said that some city on the other side of the Bear was bombed, it might be that some lunatic planned to play World War III.

But this small island country has been a spineless dog for decades. The United States has already attacked it and gone away, so what's the point of knocking it again?

"Guest, your noodles are ready, please use them slowly." A large bowl was placed in front of the disguised Death Knell.

"Oh, thank you for the hospitality." Kagoro smiled politely.

The noodles came out quickly. Without the interference of Deadpool's smell, the noodles seemed to taste a lot better. It felt really good to eat a bowl of noodles after drinking so much wine.

After taking a few sips and taking another sip of soup, Su Ming walked to the door to pay the bill with the proprietress. When he walked out of the small restaurant, he saw Deadpool walking around under the streetlight not far away, and clasping the buttons on the wall with his fingers. advertise.

"Well, what did you find out?" Deathstroke came behind his cousin, his coat still dark under the neon lights.

Wade turned around, a pair of small eyes on his mask narrowed: "I suspect this is a terrorist attack. Although the people I asked about all thought it was done by the United States, my extremely smart ass thinks this is a terrorist attack." No, it’s screaming at me to point my anus into outer space.”

Under the streetlight, Deathstroke's brain automatically completed the translation of nonsense: "So, do you think this is not only a terrorist attack, but that the attacker came from space?"

"What? No, I just want to let the chrysanthemums bask in the moon." Deadpool shook his head and asked angrily: "What's wrong? Don't I even have the right to bask in the moon? When I'm useful You call me Little Tiantian, and you leave me alone when I’m no longer useful. You don’t take me with you to eat udon. Both my anus and I need fairer treatment. You know that the whole noodle comes from my cancer-stricken intestines. Do you feel pleasure when it comes out? You..."

"puff!"

Facing the endless disgusting nonsense, the owl dagger was inserted into the rotting abdominal cavity again and turned a few times subconsciously. There is no way, this is the instinct of a mercenary, the action of stabbing someone with a dagger has its own spin.

"My hand slipped, and I never called you Xiao Tiantian."

Su Ming calmly pulled out the dagger, shook off the blood stains on it, dragged Wade by the back of his neck, and walked into the dark alley to leave.

"Slippery again? DC is so dark..."

Deadpool held his belly and shook his head with emotion.