The Death Knell

As a homebody, Gwen is very familiar with the theory of time travel.

When she was sucked into the comic book and shuttled through the tunnel made of sheets of drawing paper, she probably guessed that she had won the lottery.

I was a little excited at first, finally getting to go to the superhero world I longed for!

And soon, this excitement was overwhelmed by the emotion of regret. If she had known that the mysterious netizen was real, she should have had super powers. If nothing else, at least have the power of an invisible woman, right? If that doesn't work, it would be better to use some high technology and IQ.

But no, she said before that she didn't need anything and just wanted to be free, so she didn't acquire any abilities and just turned into a character in the comics!

"No, calm down." Gwen, who was flying in the teleportation channel, was mentally building herself up, thinking about what skills she had that could help her survive in a dangerous world: "I'm a time traveler, I can't die easily, calm down. Come down!"

In fact, the more she thought about it, the more panicked she became, because after thinking about it, she couldn't even talk about fighting skills. She was usually over-spoiled by her parents, and she couldn't even make pancakes.

I live a life of opening my mouth for food and stretching my hands for clothes. If you have to say you have any special ability, it would probably be that you can lick the tip of your nose with your tongue?

But what’s the use of this skill! ?

Her random thoughts were spit out by the wonderful transmission channel in the next second. It was very stable. She was squatting on the computer chair with her shoes on before, and now she was squatting in the bushes in the same posture.

The evening breeze carried the special grassy smell of plants into her nostrils, and the slight chill soaked into her thin pajamas. She instinctively wanted to stand up and call for help, but stopped abruptly.

Because not far away, a guy wearing black and yellow armor with a red one-eye like a will-o'-the-wisp on his mask was doing something to the traffic light at the corner of the street a few meters away.

She quickly covered her mouth and didn't dare to move.

Even though she gave up after only reading a few issues of Batman comics, she still knew a few acquaintances in Gotham, and the terrifying mercenary left a psychological shadow on her.

The backup plans of crazy people were like the earth's atmosphere, which was layered upon layer upon layer, and she couldn't understand it at all.

Although her rationality allowed her to understand that Deathstroke was a mercenary and would not kill people casually when there was no benefit to be gained.

But the premise is that the person is valuable. A passerby like himself will never be paid for his life. Deathstroke will kill him immediately.

He killed many more people than any real serial killer.

However, despite knowing better than to watch Deathstroke's movements, curiosity killed the cat, Gwen still revealed her eyes from the bushes.

‘He reached out and touched the traffic light. The paint on the lamppost seemed to be crawling. Is it a trap made of nanomaterials? ’

‘Will the Batmobile pass by here in a while, and then Deathstroke will launch a trap to fight Batman here? ’

A lot of plots were added in her mind. Gwen's eyes widened and she stared at the death knell endlessly.

To be honest, the armor is quite good. It is full of metallic texture and can also highlight the strong muscles. However, the existence of the black high-collar cloak is a bit strange. Does Deathstroke wear a cloak?

However, she was not familiar with how Deathstroke usually dressed. She only recognized the black and yellow warning colors.

She obviously underestimated the super soldier's intuition. Just when she was staring at the opponent's butt, Deathstroke suddenly turned around and looked at the grass where she was hiding.

The terrifying murderous aura frightened her so much that her heart pounded and she almost screamed.

Although she kept covering her mouth with her hand, her breath flowed through her fingers, making an obvious sound at this moment.

The death knell muttered something, and then suddenly disappeared, like a ghost...

.............................

"I'm going to die, wuwuwu, I haven't had a boyfriend or traveled abroad." Gwen, who looked around to no avail, squatted on the ground and cried, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed: "I hate you, Stan ·Li, you sent me to the wrong place, this is DC!"

"stand up."

But at this moment, a hoarse and rough voice suddenly came from behind her, the voice was like the whisper of a devil.

"Hiccup!" The sobbing Gwen couldn't help but hiccup after being frightened by this, but she immediately raised her hands and turned around with her eyes closed to surrender: "I didn't see anything! Hiccup! I won't tell Batman either. Hiccup! You set a trap on the traffic light! Hiccup!"

"...Didn't you see everything?" The devil's voice sounded.

"Hiccup!" Gwen cried because she was stupid. Wasn't this self-destruction?

She opened her eyes and looked at the black figure in front of her. Blood seemed to be flowing in the red diamond-shaped eyepiece, and a dark aura came over the surface.

Deathstroke stretched out his hand to grab her, apparently targeting her neck.

That's right, a professional killer doesn't need a weapon at all to kill an ordinary person like himself, he just needs to break his cervical vertebrae. A normal mercenary needs two hands, but a super soldier like Deathstroke should only need one hand, right?

Gwen exhaled her last breath. She still wanted to struggle, such as shouting for help and seeing if any batarangs would fly over.

However, the hand did not fall on her neck and pinch her as she imagined. Instead, it grabbed a strand of hair by her ear. She could feel the eyes behind the mask identifying the color.

"Gwen Poole?"

Deathstroke spoke, and he called out her name as soon as he opened his mouth. Gwen, who was about to call for help, opened her mouth and stood there in a daze, her mind filled with questions.

Su Ming looked at the dazed girl with interest.

The timing seems to be a bit wrong. The time when Gwen traveled through 616 should be later, after the collapse of AIM.

But at the current time of 616, Captain America has only faked his death for two years.

I can’t guess what caused the change in the timeline, but it doesn’t seem to be a bad thing...

"This is not Gotham, and you are not in the wrong place." Deathstroke's hand fell on the girl's head, and his armor turned into a suit as it squirmed: "This is earth-616, the Marvel Universe is correct."

Gwen came back to her senses at this time and looked at Deathstroke's obviously young face, but she didn't dare to make any move. She just raised her hand weakly and asked:

"Then how did you get here?"

"I know everything about you, you can travel through time, can't I?" Deathstroke put down his hand and took her arm to walk along the street: "You are afraid of me, so you infer that you know Deathstroke's story, but I am Another death knell beyond your imagination.”

Gwen seemed to be relieved, and she patted her chest: "Huh...it seems to be a story in the joint publication that I don't know about. By the way, since you are not the Deathstroke I know, then do you kill people?"

"I may be the most murderous Deathstroke in all the multiverses." Su Ming stopped and took out the God Killer from his pocket with a flip of his wrist.

The golden light on the weapon illuminated Gwen's face, which was bloodless. She immediately fought for leniency and said:

"Don't kill me, I'm useful, really!"

"Oh? Then tell me, what is your value?" Su Ming stopped what he was doing and raised his weapon in the air.

"I am a time traveler, I have the halo of the protagonist, and I also know a lot of Marvel information." Gwen immediately showed her value. She just doesn't like to learn, and she is not a fool.

The scimitar was swung down, bringing up a golden light, and a crisp sound rang in the ears of the two of them.

It turned out that Deathstroke used a knife to cut off the door lock of the second-hand clothing store on the roadside, kicked open the door of the store, dragged the girl into the store, and turned on the light:

"I didn't want to kill you. Come on, let me pick out some clothes for you first. It's the time when the Morlun family is invading, and I can't let you come into contact with Spider-Man to change the flow of time, so just follow me. .”