The Death Knell

"The video has been post-processed. Sheriff, can we proceed to the next step now?"

A few seconds later, the adjutant sent a message. She had finished converting the video tape to digital format and automatically added background music.

Su Ming has always known that he is not omnipotent, but he didn't feel it so clearly in the past as he does today.

Who else could handle Deadpool's cursed tapes without his lieutenant, a Cybertronian robot who couldn't puke and was fused with an indescribable modification?

It's okay for Deadpool to mess around, but you want him to convert traditional film to digital format? He would definitely not be able to do it as an illiterate, let alone later upload this video to the dark web and manipulate the Rising Tide Organization to spread it. Wade definitely does not know these Internet technologies.

"Upload it, don't launch the trolls first, and then give some money to the people in the Rising Tide organization who were bribed by us, and let them complete the initial dissemination first. By the way, after you delete some extreme content, this video will not Will it drive people crazy again?”

"No more. According to my database analysis, the degree of curiosity in the video material is controlled within the acceptable range of ordinary people. The sequelae include and are not limited to vomiting, dribbling urine and feces, short-term emotional loss, pica, etc. A salvageable situation.”

The adjutant in Sepurk gently moved her little hand, and the cursed video began to be uploaded to some cloud disks. She also began to contact the hackers to prepare for the second round of information offensive.

Deathstroke took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath:

"Remember to change the title. The name of the news must be unique, such as 'Aliens come from the Broken Land, and their gods turn out to be...', 'Shocking! Risking their lives to worship alien terrorists. The filthy evil god!', 'If you are not an American, who dares to look directly into the unspeakable alien abyss?', in short, according to these styles, we need to ensure that this video can be seen by Ord."

"Understood, modified." The adjutant's puppet blinked, the ball joints at the elbows moved slightly, and some cables were connected to the host, instantly changing the file names of tens of thousands of copies.

Su Ming, who exhaled a puff of smoke and cut off the communication, shook his head and sighed silently as he looked at the lively Deadpool who was exchanging sex skills with the alien monk.

He's a monk. If you tell him those things, he won't understand, right?

However, only Karnak has this patience. He seems to be unaffected by any emotions when communicating with Deadpool. He is as calm as ever and speaks very authentic English with a Henan accent.

Forget it, regardless of what my cousin is doing, while executing the videotape plan, there is another plan. After all, if Odd doesn't take the bait, there must be a backup plan, right?

Su Ming knocked on the strangle again and asked it to contact Gin through Sepulke. Soon a woman's voice came from his ears:

"Are you done?"

"Not yet, it can even be said that it has just begun." Su Ming tapped his knees with his fingers and changed into a more comfortable position on the chair: "Are you in Vanaheim now?"

"Yes, I'm here to check some accounts and check the production equipment of those joint venture factories."

Gin was riding on a flying boat across the sea. The ocean in Vanaheim was very large, and she had to travel to many islands. For example, a fish canning factory should of course be built near the sea to save transportation costs.

The sea breeze blew her long golden hair, and the Valkyrie looked heroic.

Deathstroke took a puff of cigarette, nodded first and then said:

"You put down what you are doing first, and you go contact Gullweger, Dou Jian, Jason, etc., our alien trading partners for a meeting, and inquire about a place called the Broken Land in the universe, maybe it is a planet , maybe an asteroid belt, I need its location coordinates."

"Aren't you going to inform Hela? After all, she is the current God King." Gin tilted her head, her tone was very calm: "The past has passed. The sisters have been resurrected and recovered, and I am no longer A Misty of Sgard.”

"No, she's just a homebody who doesn't know what's going on outside the window. She doesn't have as much fame as Odin in the universe. Many alien forces don't even know she exists."

Su Ming said no. If he wanted to ask about his experience in raising a dog, he would definitely ask Hela.

But the matter of intelligence is definitely not what the goddess of the underworld is good at.

After all, Hela is still an Asa protoss. Although she is a little cunning, she still has the mentality of solving problems with brute force.

"By the way, speaking of Odin, I heard some news after I came to Vanaheim. It is said that he is going to die. Now he is summoning Thor and Loki to explain the funeral arrangements. I originally planned to go to his seclusion after I finish my work here. It was verified on the island.”

Gin suddenly talked about something else, about Odin.

"Where did the news come from?" Su Ming raised an eyebrow, stroking his beard and thinking: "Odin always said that his life was not long, and he was going to die every three days, but he has been living well. , maybe this time it’s another plan he prepared.”

"I don't know the specific situation. This news was told by the queen's maid when she came to the fast food restaurant for shopping. She said that Frigga was preparing to leave for Earth, and the maid came out to buy some things."

Gin spoke quickly and his voice was lowered. After all, it was Vanaheim and he was under Heimdall's surveillance range.

After thinking for a few seconds, Su Ming shook his head: "Ignore it for now. I still have unresolved matters here. I don't want to interfere with Odin's family affairs. As long as the World Tree does not burn and the Wolf Winter does not come, Odin will He probably faked his death this time, so don’t worry about what tricks he played."

"Okay, then I will contact my allies in the universe first to do what you asked me to do. I will contact you in two hours if there are any results." Gin was also very straightforward. Deathstroke said don't worry about it, so she just let it go.

Hang up the communication, now all that's left is waiting. No matter which plan is carried out, it will take a little time.

Deadpool, on the other hand, looked very happy. He looked at Karnak's leaving figure with a smile on his face and said to Su Ming: "I like this guy. I have never seen such a docile gang member. Is Buddhism so capable of enlightenment?" Bad guy?"

"Gang member? Who?" Deathstroke flicked the ashes from his cigarette.

"That alien monk just now, did you see his tattoos? Good guy, there are so many snakes tattooed on his face. I have never seen such a cruel one in Mexico." Deadpool said while using He gestured with his fingers on his face, as if simulating the movement of a fish.

Organized criminal gangs originating from South America like tattoos, especially facial tattoos, such as the famous MS13 organization, a big problem in the United States.

But after hearing what Deadpool said about Monk, Su Ming immediately laughed, stood up, patted Wade on the lower back, and told him the truth:

"Karnak has never joined any criminal organization. He is just a simple monk. It's just that when he was studying martial arts in China, he heard the story of the 'Nine-Patterned Dragon', so he went down the mountain to find someone to make one for himself. . But because he didn’t speak Mandarin well at the time, he said ‘I’ instead of ‘um’ when communicating with the tattoo master, so the nine dragons were tattooed starting from his forehead.”

"Uh..." A smile similar to Yao Ming's appeared under Deadpool's mask.