The Death Knell

The female Thor wanted to kill the corpse and silence her, but of course the God King would not agree.

She came to Earth to experience life and relax, and it would be very troublesome if there was no one around to take care of her.

Although the resurrected corpse is a little slow in movement and lacks IQ, after all, it is definitely no problem to hold a drink and a knife, and now the zombie looks better than the skeleton, making it easier for ordinary people to accept it.

Just find some clothes or fabrics and plug up the hole where the black smoke is coming out of the corpse's chest. Otherwise, you can see the scene behind it from the front chest, which is a little bit unclassy.

"Will you serve me after he's gone?" Hela shook her head, and her long black hair brushed her white jade shoulder: "You don't look like a professional waiter. We drank for a long time, and you didn't even Not even a cup was brought over."

As an astronomer, a winner of the Nobel Prize in Physics, and a member of the Avengers, Daisy felt that she was not suitable to work as a waiter.

However, she still tilted her mouth and made some sense:

"My roommate is the eldest lady from the past. She is very good at serving people. Before we opened the cake shop, she served plates in the fast food restaurant next door. I guess she can also handle wine very steadily."

"Then she can't stay awake all day long and be always on call."

Hela turned her palms and looked down at her black nail polish. It was dyed with death spore flowers, which are highly poisonous to mortals:

"The dead don't have these problems. You can also use them. Let's not talk about the... Skrulls. Is there anyone on earth who colludes with you or helps smuggle you? If so, tell me the name of the human traitor. "

Skrull Corpse, or Skrull Corpse for short, he was silent for a while, and replied in English in a gloomy tone:

"I'm sorry, my goddess. I didn't have much status among my compatriots during my lifetime. The person who cooperated with our leader calls himself 'Z'. No one has seen him. He always contacts us through radio waves and the Internet."

"They are no longer your compatriots, but I will always be your goddess." Hela took a sip of wine to moisten her throat, glanced at the thoughtful Thor, and asked: "Sister, do you know a person named Someone from Z?”

Daisy bit her lip, pinched a corner of the T-shirt in her hand and rubbed it, shaking her head:

"I don't know. After all, I have been a superhero for a short time and I don't know many people. I still have to ask Deathstroke, etc. Maybe I can ask Captain America. He participated in World War II, traveled to all over the world, and lived a good life. Long enough."

Hela nodded. She also knew that Captain America was the mascot of the Wilson fast food chain. In the fast food restaurant in Vanaheim, a Star-Spangled Banner figure was given as a gift when purchasing a set meal.

Of course, I don’t know the specific situation, but I just know that there is such a person. Speaking of it, Deathstroke helped his godson become famous in the universe.

Knowing that there was indeed someone smuggling people, or a human traitor, Hela picked up the game controller and continued to ask casually: "What is the specific method of smuggling? It doesn't matter if you don't know the principle. Tell me the general steps."

Si Shi almost didn't think about it and immediately told what he saw from his perspective.

"We first arrived at Titan in batches through the stealth reconnaissance ship, and then assembled a machine there with parts. After the machine was built, we walked inside it, and it transported us into a weird world, and then passed through Another machine of the same type comes to Earth."

Hela, the goddess of the underworld, shook her head when she heard this. This was the category of technology, and it was also earth technology. She couldn't understand it.

If it was Asgard technology, she could probably guess it. After all, there were only a few ways to use the energy of the World Tree.

But the technology of the earth is completely different. They rely on material energy rather than ancient gods or beliefs, so there is no way.

"Did you hear that? The transmitter on the tech side."

Hela looked at Daisy with her big eyes. If this little sister didn't lie when she was drinking before, then she also claimed to be a scientist.

Of course Daisy had no clue, she was an astronomy major.

As if wearing a mask of pain, the facial features on the small face wrinkled together:

"I heard it. I can understand every word. He also has a London accent, but when these words are put together, I don't understand what he means at all. Today's human technology level can create a teleportation of 300,000 people at a time. Equipment? Even if there is, it should be guarded by Deathstroke."

The two women and the corpse were silent for a while, but Hela was focused on playing the game, while Daisy was thinking about things.

After killing the second Ember-Slayer Dragon, a certain goddess put down the controller, moved her waist, and expressed her guess:

"From his description, I feel that the intermediate station is probably a certain plane or space attached to the main dimension. It is used as a passage, and because it is technological, Kama Taj found nothing."

"Maybe, but I need more help, preferably a top scientist." The female Thor rubbed her forehead and took another sip of wine: "Or the strongest magician, the one who can change reality."

"Let's talk in a moment. We have guests coming. If you didn't invite a group of strong men to play at home, then they are here to cause trouble for you."

Hela dropped the controller and stood up, instantly putting on her armor amid the thick smoke. She looked at the wall with interest, as if she could see what was happening on the other side.

"My goddess, we lurkers have positioning chips injected into our necks. In addition to the addresses we use to disguise our identities, if we stay in a certain place for a long time without moving, we must report together every two earth hours. If not, the special operations team responsible for clearing traces and confronting the enemy will come."

Si Shi immediately explained the cause of the matter. He had been standing in the corner for too long. He was motionless before and could not send out a signal that nothing was wrong.

Now these special forces members must have gone to his address, packed up everything inside, and then followed the locator here to rescue him.

"That would be great, there are never too many servants..." Hela sneered and pulled out the sword from under her cloak.

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"Thank you!" Deadpool smiled and handed a humiliated headless corpse to Cable, took out the money from the broad palm and counted it: "Before I finished speaking, we smoked him Come out, and then have fun with him and let him die in pain. If the corpse can be allowed to participate in the Olympics, then his death process will definitely be a set of difficulty 3.0 movements, whether from the perspective of gymnastics or diving, it is so."

Cable dropped the slightly wet body, took off the big gun behind him and switched it to flamethrower mode, and cremated the dwarf on the spot in the alley.

The air was suddenly filled with a strange burning aroma. Except for Deadpool who was drooling, Domino and Inez both turned their heads and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

"You did a great job, everything developed just like in history." Cable's single eye glanced at the two women, and returned to Deadpool's face without any pause: "Next, you are going to go to Sister Margaret. Is it right to drink in a bar?”

"Wow, brother, did you sneak a bug into my anus?" Deadpool covered his butt, took two steps back and leaned against the alley wall: "How do you know our plan?"

One eye rolled white, accompanied by Cable's sigh: "I am from the future, remember?"

"Oh, yes, anyway, just like you said, we are going to drink, but it is not convenient to take you there today, you know, hehe..." Deadpool smiled obscenely and looked from the side. The courier who knew where it came from took the package and took the new uniforms out of the box and put them on: "Thank you, man, for your hard work. This is a five-dollar tip. I also want to give you a five-star rating."

Taking the piece of one-twentieth of a hundred-dollar bill, the Midnight Express employee showed a middle finger to the customer, and then jumped into the sewer manhole not far away with a self-deprecating smile.

He came without a trace and left without a trace, just like he had for decades.