The Death Knell

It was another night, and Deathstroke, who hardly needed sleep, walked out of the MIB headquarters and went to the lakeside of New York's Central Park to watch others rowing.

Why would anyone paddle a boat after dark? In fact, the answer is not difficult to understand, because the people on the boat are often not lovers, but drug dealers and drug addicts dealing.

The communities around Central Park are relatively affluent, which has spawned many middlemen who sell and support themselves. These people will get goods from online stores in relatively chaotic areas, and then borrow bulk goods at night in Central Park.

At first, they were just people sitting on the backs of benches waiting for appointments. However, as the police increased their intensity, the transaction location was changed to a swan boat.

There are no marine police officers in the New York City police. Even if you are going to be arrested, just throw a small package of drugs into the lake and nothing will happen.

Su Ming originally thought that only the 40K Earth was like this, but he didn't expect that the world of the Men in Black was the same, and he felt a lot of intimacy with it.

And watching those drug dealers driving back and forth on white swan-shaped pedal boats, isn't it very darkly humorous?

"Death knell."

At this time, a call in standard London English came from behind, and at the same time, footsteps could be heard approaching slowly, walking close to the bushes.

The evening breeze blew gently, bringing the moisture from the lake shore to his face. Su Ming did not look back. He just calmly took out a cigarette, held it in his mouth and lit it:

"I have been waiting for you."

"Oh, you are indeed the one I like. I have been thinking about it for several days, but I really can't think of a way to surpass you without using super powers."

The owner of the footsteps chuckled softly, came to sit next to the death knell, and the wooden bench suddenly sank a few inches.

This was a very ordinary-looking young man, wearing a retro baseball jacket and a baseball cap covering his eyes. He was so ordinary that he couldn't remember him when he met him on the road.

The corner of Su Ming's mouth curled up, and his face returned to his one-eyed look: "Wei Shuer, I predict that you won't break the rules of the game, so can you tell me who you are? Find me. What else happened?"

Cars were still coming and going on the streets outside the park. This bustling metropolis seemed to never sleep. Car lights would shine on their faces from time to time, but no one would notice anything here.

"We are beyond all things, dreamers and destroyers. Our hearts are moved by our thoughts, and stars are born. All things are our empty thoughts." The tone of the visitor changed, and he spoke a piece of ancient English in a solemn tone, but then His smiling face turned back: "How's it going? Deathstroke, have you guessed who I am?"

The mercenary moved his mouth, flicked the cigarette ash in his hand to one side, and the firelight in the darkness lit up again, and he answered:

"The Transcendent Gods seem to be larvae that live in the Men in Black universe. Sure enough, you won't let go of anyone in the Marvel Universe who has extraordinary power?"

"Bingo! You are really interesting. It's no wonder that I came here to see you." The boy smiled and showed his thumbs up.

Then his chin was raised slightly, showing that he was very proud of his identity.

"Stop beating around the bush and tell me, I'm just here for a vacation. Why are you looking for me?"

Su Ming spoke very directly, because the other party took the initiative to find him when no one was around, which meant that he just wanted to keep a low profile.

"I want to advise you to stay in this universe and not go back again. Those worlds with masked vigilantes are destined to be destroyed. Why don't you stay here and play the game forever with me?"

The Transcendent Gods can change their own form at will, but generally they will only use the form of their own body or the current dominant race on the planet.

The bodies of these guys should be more like upright skinless gray monkeys, with a bit of a hunchback. They wear exaggerated armor in the style of "Fantasy Simulated War". They speak and act with exaggeration and pride.

"Why do you say that?" Su Ming put out the cigarette, took out a drink from his pocket and handed it to the alien next to him.

"The adults want to do an experiment in those worlds with superheroes. A devastating experiment. You can't compete with the Ivory King. Seriously, I like interesting people like you. Think again?"

The other party didn't accept the drink, maybe because minors were not allowed to drink, maybe because he was not interested in mortal pastimes, but he just expressed his reasons with a sincere expression.

The Transcendent Protoss are roughly divided into three classes, namely the elite leader 'Ivory King', the high-level warrior 'Virus', and the cannon fodder scout 'Mapmaker'. The weakest class has planet-level strength, and the number is difficult to estimate.

"Ivory King? You have to try it before you know whether you can deal with it." Deathstroke stood up, changed back to his Asian appearance, and put on his white suit again: "Thank you for the reminder, but I had expected it."

"The Time Stone is not omnipotent, Deathstroke. It is just a jelly bean. Even I will not be affected by it." The Transcendence Larva sighed, looking very helpless: "Not to mention the adults, I have no Any malice is just to tell you the truth on my own behalf.”

Deathstroke turned his head and smiled, moving his neck left and right without showing any expression. Instead, his tone seemed a little eager to try:

"I understand, but the fate of human beings should be decided by themselves, and escaping is not my style. Thank you for your kindness. Do you have a name?"

"I don't have a name. Maybe there will be one in the future, but not now. You can call me Transcendent, just like thousands of other compatriots." The alien also stood up and walked towards the darkness: "I wish you Good luck."

After saying that, the figure disappeared, as if he had never existed, and even the bench that had sunk into the ground returned to its original state.

Su Ming laughed, said nothing, and walked away in the same direction, walking in another direction on the park path where the moonlight and shadows intertwined.

It would be an overestimation to believe even half of what the other party said. It was all information that I already had. The only gain was probably knowing the time limit.

"That's really interesting. Are you trying to trick me into leaving 40K Earth?"

"Hey."

"Let's go here today. Let's go back. In two days, we will have almost everything."

"Hey!"

The host and the symbiote communicated silently, and then walked back to the MIB headquarters. Deathstroke would not be disrupted by a little verbal interference.

Agent F was still lying in the hallway, and the doorman in black was still reading the newspaper. Nothing was different.

Entering the elevator, going deep underground, and passing aliens one after another, Agent Su still had a friendly smile on his face.

After returning to her temporary dormitory, Hermione was waiting. She raised an eyebrow with a questioning expression, and the professor nodded and closed the door behind his back.