The Death Knell

Looking at the happy scene between Deathstroke and the Guardians of the Galaxy, Carol, who had been dizzy, expressed her doubts:

"But why a hover car? What do we need a car for?"

Deathstroke's expression turned into one of sorrow again, he shook his head and sighed:

"Have you forgotten one of the purposes of our coming here? We want to rescue Captain America and the others. There are five people in total, Captain, Iron Fist, Falcon, Hawkeye, and Black Widow. Four men and one woman. Steve alone is one Mibaba weighs 100 kilograms. The five of them combined weigh over 400 kilograms. I guess they are either under anesthesia or injured and have lost the ability to move."

"Uh, so what?" Carol raised her arms and made a strong movement, showing off her biceps: "I can lift it."

"But we are going to snatch people out of Zola's hands. We tested the city's defense mechanism before, and you have seen those biochemical weapons dropped by air. When we enter Zola's laboratory, we will only face those..." Riot police have more and stronger guys. You and I may need to fight unknown powerful enemies, and among everyone there must be the weakest one who is responsible for driving the vehicle and taking the hostages away."

Speaking of the weakest, everyone silently turned their attention to Peter.

He has the worst combat ability, and he is also the driver, so it is perfect for him to be responsible for driving when running away.

But Star-Lord had been spinning in circles just now, and now he was dizzy and wilting on the ground beside him, retching. He didn't see everyone's eyes, so he naturally wouldn't make any rebuttal.

Captain Marvel lowered his arms and showed a ashamed expression: "It turns out that it is like in a bank robbery movie. There is always one person responsible for driving and waiting outside the bank door to pick up. I really... well."

Yes, Deathstroke's explanation is very reasonable. People with strong fighting ability must participate in the battle. The magic floating cloak can also block energy attacks and serve as a shield for everyone. This must be the case.

The raccoon nodded, holding the cigarette that Deathstroke gave him, enjoying it happily: "Captain, you are too powerful in combat, and you have always been a loner. It is understandable that you don't know how to carry out a speeding robbery."

"Yes, you have good intentions too." Gamora glanced at the raccoon, smiled and hugged Carol's arm, comforting her affectionately.

Rocket didn't know whether things were as Deathstroke said. He only felt that the man seemed to be delaying time.

Eat, visit the market, teach everyone, and then do business?

There is nothing you should do in a situation like this when you need to save a hostage.

But so what.

If I tell you what I have noticed, there will be no benefits, and I will be resented by the strongest warrior on earth. Is it worth it?

Smart people will know why Deathstroke carried the severed limbs around and showed everyone the scene of the symbiote eating people.

Captain Marvel, Peter, Drax and the others are considered stupid and blessed. They have no idea how hard it is to act with smart people like Gamora!

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A few minutes later, following Deathstroke's instructions, the magic bone was completed.

Although Elsa didn't understand why the master emphasized that it should have eight stars and eight diamonds and look shiny, she had no doubts about it, so she would do it as the Supreme Mage asked.

The finished leg bone looks like a beautifully carved flute, flawlessly white but sparkling. Even in this sewer full of neon lights, its special light is unique.

Every corner and section is divided according to the golden ratio, making it look simple and mysterious. It can even be played and can make a whine like crying.

"Okay, find the biggest store and sell it, or just change it to a hover car."

Su Ming took the processed bones with satisfaction and began to wander around the market. Within two minutes, he found a suitable victim.

It's the kind of shop with a big shop and a robot dog and a thug squatting at the door. Judging from the name of the store, it is a grocery business, but who is a serious person to keep a thug?

According to Su Ming's guess, this should be an 'office' stationed in the sewers of a large upper-level company, where useful things or intelligence are collected and then sent to the top for use.

But you don’t have to think too much, just look at the brightest neon light and you will know that his family is rich, and this time they sold him the ‘kid’.

If ordinary people came to a place like this, they would definitely be dizzy by the crazy moving lights, and they don't know why a grocery store looks like a nightclub with dynamic music playing.

And Peter could not help but dance to the beat, walking sideways like a crab, raising his hands above his head and snapping his fingers, feeling inexplicably high.

There is a large counter after entering the door, blocked by a steel guardrail. Inside the guardrail are various lockers, and a blond man with technology implants in his eyes is sitting at the service window, holding a portable terminal. Machine-fed entertainment news.

When he saw someone coming in, his blue eyes, brighter than a light bulb, looked at the door and showed a standard business smile.

"Hello, are you buying something? Or selling something?" He first spoke in standard London English, and also looked at Gamora and others who looked inhuman: "Your skin implants are very fashionable, I never I’ve never seen this model before, and the electronic pet is also very good.”

That is, who among normal people would be green-skinned, gray-skinned, or tree-skinned?

The so-called electronic pet probably refers to the raccoon. He does look like a pet, if he doesn't have a gun.

"Sell something."

Deathstroke smiled and put the bone in his hand on the counter. At this time, he had transformed into Superman Clark, who looked like an honest man at first glance.

The man at the counter stretched out a hand and picked up the exquisite bone flute, scanning rays from his eyes back and forth over it.

After a while, he put down his things and asked with a smile: "Do you know what this is?"

It seems that nothing was scanned.

Through magical transformation and distressing, it’s amazing that this thing can be analyzed by technology. At this time, the material of this flute is neither gold nor wood. It is as warm and moist as jade. Even the patina is imitated, and it has eight colors. The sparkling reflection of the star eight diamonds.

Can an Aryan like him in the sewer understand this?

"This is a treasure. Although we don't know what it is, we know how to use it." Su Ming made a gesture of invitation and asked the store to experience it: "I call it 'high-tech fully automatic' 'Problem Solver', when you ask it a question, it gives you the perfect answer, so smart, so high-tech, I suspect it's even a creation of the god Zora."

Hearing Zola's name, the man behind the iron fence sat more upright, pulled on his suit, and held the bone stick in both hands:

"How do I use it?"

Deathstroke sighed. He pushed up the glasses on his nose and put his head close to the window: "I'll give you a demonstration. Just watch...ask questions!"

The Eight Hearts and Eight Arrows magic bone made a sound: "Answer!"

"What's the name of dad's brother?" Su Ming asked the first question to prove the super intelligence of this 'high-tech fully automatic problem solver'.

"Dad's brother is called uncle, uncle's father is called grandpa, father's mother is called grandma, and grandma's daughter is called aunt..." Bones sang a very weird children's song with a dynamic rhythm like rap.

After the transformation, the honest-faced Deathstroke shrugged towards the store owner, showing off with just the right amount of pride:

"Look, it can still answer questions."