The Death Knell

With the adjutant joining in, Su Ming quickly discovered Zola's method of marking the Skrulls. A unique pheromone was sprayed on the aliens when they passed through the portal.

Zora explained to the Skrull commander that it was spray disinfection, but in fact this pheromone can attract a kind of cyber bees created by Zora, and they can quickly filter out the disguised Skrulls among tens of thousands of people. Luren, the effective identification range of each bee is almost fifty kilometers in radius.

"Marking method? It's a simple method, but very effective." Su Ming nodded, and asked the adjutant to order the biochemical weapons to carry the hives to the portal. He nodded to Carol and Elsa: "Okay. , the problem here has come to an end, and there is a bit of surprise, and now it’s time to return to Earth to prepare for the next battle.”

Carol moved her shoulders. She looked at the empty and cold laboratory and the operating table under the light, and nodded.

"Yes, in order to protect the earth, we haven't rested yet."

"Actually, the earth does not need protection. It has experienced the first-generation God War, countless reorganizations, experiments by the Celestial Group, Zerg corruption, dimensional invasion, comet collisions and other things, and it is still safe and sound." Su Ming looked at the map transmitted into his mind. , determined the location of the portal where the Skrulls left: "What we are protecting now is actually human beings, our species itself."

"I'm a human too, even though I'm a mixed race..." She scratched her long blond hair and held her hands in front of her chest.

"I didn't say you weren't." Deathstroke raised his mask and patted her arm: "Let's go and meet Peter and the others. Remember not to make mistakes when talking to the Avengers, let alone call me by my name, understand. Is it done?"

"I understand the principle of masked vigilantes whose identities are kept secret." Captain Marvel followed him meekly, tugging on the red cloth belt around his waist: "However, I heard that Steve was almost entirely raised by you. Are you sure he doesn't know your true identity? Have you never thought of letting him know?"

"He doesn't know, and I won't let him know."

The corridor echoed with the sound of combat boots hitting the floor, and Death Knell slowly walked into the darkness. From somewhere, faint laughter could be heard.

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“Five-star review...”

Deadpool stood with his head down on a street in New York, holding his mobile phone and clicking five stars under the order on the 'Midnight Express' APP.

It was indeed well received. He was teleported by cable to a snow-capped mountain den at an altitude of more than 3,000 meters in central and eastern Greenland, where he had a hand-to-hand fight with a group of super-strong Skrulls. The fight caused the spacecraft to explode and the glacier to melt.

But the midnight express still arrived within half an hour, delivering his uniform and his My Little Pony schoolbag, which contained some high-calorie food, as well as weapons and ammunition.

That's not all, the almighty courier guy also taught him how to use a teleportation belt, allowing him to instantly transport himself back to New York, the United States, in the current era, and back to the familiar Hell's Kitchen.

"If this doesn't give people good reviews, then is there justice in this world? Is there still law?" Deadpool chattered to the non-existent audience while typing quickly: "The logistics is fast, the courier brothers are very helpful, and the people are also It was very good, and I didn’t even have any evil thoughts towards my naked body at that time. It’s a good review.”

Then he posted a few more selfies under the comments, of course, the ones wearing the new red and black uniforms.

After all this work, he threw the phone back into his bag, touched his chin and said: "Okay, those Skrulls have no bones left, and I don't have any video. I probably can't sell it to Tony, but I still want to go." A trip to Stark Industries Building, you know, hehe..."

While smiling strangely, he also secretly looked over his shoulder.

Just like the plan, sell the waste symbionts collected to Tony, and let him use the money to take care of the business of Vanessa's little sisters.

Venom decided to look for an opportunity to escape immediately, preferably while Deadpool was stepping on dog poop on the side of the road.

"Brothers, you think, since I want to discuss business with Tony, wouldn't it be a bad idea for me to teleport directly there in the middle of the night?" Wade tilted his head and spoke to the air again, and his claws turned the rotatable dial on his belt like Hot Wheels said the same: "I know a little bit about him. In addition to doing scientific research, his activities at night are also playing with women. No matter which one of these two I disturb, the business may be ruined."

"..."

"Yeah, what you said is what I thought. Although he only has five seconds, what if I bump into those five seconds? How embarrassing." Deadpool nodded first, then shook his head, and Venom seemed to be watching a mental illness. With the same look in his eyes, he said to himself: "After all, not everyone is as rich and powerful as me. In comparison, what if he is so ashamed that he jumps off the building and commits suicide?"

"..."

"What? He's only super fast when he's with his ex-girlfriend, and he's always very strong? Impossible." Deadpool laughed again, and he crossed his hips in dismay: "He's a dwarf, and he's the same height when he's not wearing armor. I just reached the position of Deadpool’s chin, short, do you understand? Haha... In this way, I called an online taxi and sent a text message to his assistant Chili to give him some time to clean up. .”

He took out his mobile phone again, clicked on the ride-hailing app that came with Midnight Express, opened the location, marked the destination as Stark Tower, and then clicked to confirm.

While waiting for the bus, he leaned against a light pole on the roadside and ate a pack of spicy strips, a bottle of Old Godfather chili sauce, two liters of strong drink, and burped happily.

In about three minutes, the car arrived. It was a standard yellow-painted car, which is the color of taxis in New York.

The driver seemed to be an Indian, very young and seemed quite enthusiastic.

"Wade!"

But at this moment, a cable emerged from the darkness on the corner of the street not far away. He waved to Deadpool and motioned for him to come over.

"I just went there because of stupid guy. The bad job he introduced before left me to fight with aliens in the snowy mountains of Greenland. I couldn't get a penny. Now he wants to trick me this time? No way!"

After speaking to the non-existent audience, Deadpool quickly walked around the front of the car, opened the door and got into the passenger seat. He looked at the menacing cable coming from behind and shouted to the driver:

"Drive quickly! The man behind is going to kill me!"

As soon as the Indian driver heard this, he looked in the rearview mirror and saw the weird man with half of his body covered in silver metal and his evil red electronic eyes. He immediately thought of the ghost stuff in the "Terminator" movie.

I saw this kind of guy in the middle of the night. Although he had just come to New York from New Delhi not long ago, he had also watched the Hollywood blockbuster Haofafa by Wilson Entertainment in the past?

When I stepped on the accelerator, the front of the little yellow car tilted up slightly, and white smoke came out from under the tires.

With a bang, the vehicle ejected and flew out of the alley in a series of drifts. Cable could only breathe cyan exhaust and watch the red taillights in the dark night.

Deadpool turned his head and looked at where Cable was stamping his feet, and smiled happily. He leaned back on the chair comfortably and patted the driver on the shoulder:

"The car drives well. I have a bright future. Were you a reporter in Los Angeles before?"

The Indian driver shook his head cheerfully and replied in curry-flavored English:

"I'm a professional taxi driver. People used to call me the New Delhi Car God, even though the car I rode in New Delhi only had three wheels... By the way, what do you do? A future rebel leader? Or the savior of the virtual digital world? It’s so exciting to be hunted down in the middle of the night!”

Deadpool was also happy. He felt that the driver was very pleasing to the eye, and few Indians were so humorous.

After being trapped on the snowy mountain for half an hour, despite the existence of the symbiote and the live broadcast room, he still felt deeply lonely and now wanted to find someone to talk to.

According to American tradition, the person you confide in is either the bartender or the taxi driver, and now this situation is very appropriate.