The Death Knell

"It's interesting. Is this a stress reaction from Earth 616 to my 'invasion'?" Su Ming, who was leaning against the shop door, touched the head of the little bean sprout on his shoulder and looked at Ge who was choosing clothes with an expressionless face. Wen also communicated silently with Strangler: "Because you don't want me to come into contact with Spider-Man, so you gave me a girl who loves spoilers..."

"Hey."

Hangzhou's little eyes narrowed to a slit, and he felt happy.

In its opinion, maybe 616's cosmic will is afraid, so it gives the host a benefit and wants him to leave.

"Servant Gwen...it's of some use." Su Ming pouted, took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and fed it to Strangler: "She is just an ordinary high school graduate, and she is even a boy scout. The one who has never participated can barely hold a gun and needs a long time of training, but she has the aura of a protagonist and can always turn danger into good fortune when encountering difficulties, and the information she possesses can also corroborate mine in some aspects."

"Hey?"

Xiao Douya nodded. In fact, this was fine. Even if the girl was kidnapped to be a consultant, it would still be in vain.

Although Gwen's knowledge of the Marvel plot is definitely useless on Earth 40K, in other parallel worlds that have not been interfered by the host, knowing the original plot is a great advantage.

As long as her partner is given a guarantee of force, the two of them together can be regarded as a weakened version of Deathstroke, and they can deal with things in the parallel world separately.

"Actually, Gwen has another specialty." Su Ming looked at the sharp teeth biting the chocolate like a row of needles, and added: "She knows the preferences of most heroes. She is also good at acting cute at a young age, so her communication skills Her abilities are actually quite good. But at the same time, she sees everyone as a character in a comic, so she also has an inner indifference. Anyone's death or misfortune will not affect her emotions. She often behaves like It’s like anti-humanity.”

"Hey."

Strangler thinks this is like another kind of calmness. As long as it does not endanger her own safety, Gwen will always be calm.

Moreover, she is afraid of death, which makes it easier to control. Looking at the way she is choosing clothes with trepidation and hiccupping at the same time, you can tell that she is very scared now.

It was obvious that the host hadn't done anything yet, but she had frightened herself to death by thinking about it in her head.

"Ah, let's settle it like this. Take her out for a spin, transform her, and then head back to Earth 40K." Su Ming rubbed the smoothness on his fingers and smiled gently at the girl, making her immediately lower her head in fear. Go: "This is also for her own good. After all, how can 616 be as safe as my 40K?"

In this way, Deathstroke discussed with Strangler how to deal with the time traveler Gwen. From a certain point of view, this was like asking and answering the question, because Strangler always supported the host, and it was completely different from the coquettish bitches of the same race. different.

Second-hand clothing stores are found in many communities in the United States. This is an important theory of capitalist trickle-down economics, that is, as long as technology continues to develop and materials are still sufficient, surplus value will flow very slowly to the lower levels of society. The speed drips naturally.

For example, rich man A bought a new mobile phone for 10,000 yuan. After using it for a few years, he was bought by diaosi B for 100 yuan.

Mobile phones can still be used, and their functions are not affected in any way. So from a macro perspective, people A and B from different social classes enjoy the same technology. The only difference lies in the time when the value is spread.

Therefore, the capitalists are not in a hurry at all. As long as they delay anything, the people themselves will cause internal differentiation due to the different times at which they obtain surplus value.

Going a step further, let’s talk about second-hand clothing stores. This kind of store seems very inconspicuous, and the business model is not much like a pawn shop, but there are good clothes here.

For example, the LV skirt from 20 years ago, or the Chanel trench coat from 30 years ago, etc.

They can still keep you warm when worn, which means that the original function of clothing has not been affected by time. For Gwen, who is currently only wearing pajamas, this is a good thing.

But every time she picked up a piece of clothing, she would turn her head to see Deathstroke's reaction, as if she was afraid that he wouldn't pay.

Indeed, he had no intention of paying the bill. Not to mention that this was a break-in. Su Ming's only method of payment in the parallel world was gold. Second-hand clothes only cost tens of dollars to exchange for one outfit. The shop owner must not be embarrassed to ask for gold, right?

Although Gwen is a girl, she picks up clothes very quickly. This is the advantage of being a homebody, she never cares about what she wears.

She quickly chose an outfit and went to the locker room to change. When she came out, she was all pink. She liked that kind of tender pink.

After grabbing another LV fanny bag and hanging it on her waist, she walked to the man with a little hesitation and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Deathstroke, do you think this is okay?"

"You just need to feel comfortable. When you get to my world, I'll change you into a better brand-name outfit that will cost you hundreds of thousands of dollars." Su Ming glanced at her who was wearing a pink fur coat in summer, and said indifferently Shaking his head, his waist and abdomen bounced off the door frame: "And don't call me sir. I'm not a gangster like Kingpin. You can call me Deathstroke or Slade."

Gwen didn't hear the rest of the words at all. She only heard about the clothes worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, and dollar signs popped up in her eyes.

"Really? Can I really wear such nice clothes?"

"I forgot to tell you, among all the death knells in the parallel universe, I am the richest one." Su Ming motioned for her to go out together, and helped the boss to close the door of the store with the opposite door handle. Twisted together and tied in knots: "As long as you work for me and be a good girl, I'll have plenty of dollars."

Gwen's hands trembled slightly at the twisting sound of the steel door, not because of fear, but because of excitement.

"It turns out that you can still find a good job without going to college. I did it, boss! Although I don't know what you asked me to do, except selling my body, I will do it!"

The suit on Deathstroke turned into armor in the black ripples, and the red goggles lit up again. She could feel the eyes behind the mask scanning her chest and then her butt.

Then the dark mercenary from DC let out a short laugh, shook his head, and walked towards the street.

"Ah."

I didn't notice her figure at all, because she was equally flat from front to back.

Only then did Gwen realize, wait, didn't she wish for an explosive figure like a black cat? Why doesn’t it exist after time travel? I am still the same!

The answer is also very simple. The person suspected to be Stan Lee just asked her about her wish, but he never said that he would help her realize it...

"Ah!!! I'm so angry!!!"

Even in the middle of the night, she roared like a banshee and beat her head crazily. But when she saw the death knell walking further and further away, she was unwilling to give up her meal ticket and trotted after him.