The Death Knell

By the time Yamashiro Takuya squeezed into the train and returned home, it was already more than an hour later.

If there is something that human beings should not try, then squeezing a tram in Tokyo at noon in the summer is definitely one of them. Coupled with the attack that occurred in Minato City today, anxious people almost packed the carriage.

Even if you have a super strong physique and extraordinary spider sense, when you are squeezed next to others in the car and your feet cannot touch the ground, there is actually no difference between a spider and a sardine.

"Ah, my whole body hurts. Did that railway man need to jump up and use force when he pushed people into the carriage?" The dejected Takuya returned to his door like a zombie: "I don't know if Shinko will keep me. lunch, trouble..."

After his father passed away, Takuya lived with his younger sister Shinko and younger brother Takuji. Because he often had to go out to do heroic things, his job as a professional motorcycle racer could only be put on hold, and his income was greatly reduced.

With no other choice, Takuya could only work for his girlfriend Hitomi Sakuma, who was a freelance photographer, dragging her around to take photos of Spider-Man and Leopardton and sell them to newspapers to make money.

But because he had to keep his identity secret, Xiaotong was very unhappy that he disappeared when the critical moment came.

Something big happened in the port area today. Since the distance was very close, I rushed over to solve it and forgot to take her with me. Now she should rush home to settle the score with me soon, right?

With a wry smile, Takuya took out the key and opened the door. When he saw the motorcycle key on the key chain, he even wanted to cry a little.

That was his favorite car. The Iron Cross's bombardment of it didn't hurt it at all. Today, he just forgot to lock the car for a moment and ended up throwing it away...

"I'm back."

He walked listlessly into the house and changed his shoes on the porch, feeling as if his whole being was gripped by despair.

Xinzi, who was still wearing an apron, ran over: "Welcome home, brother. Sister Tong called me not long ago. She sounded very angry. What did you do again?"

"It would be fine if I did something. This time I forgot to do something, alas..." Takuya stepped on the floor and rubbed his hair style that was the same as Kimura Takuya's: "And I Do you want some food? I want to take a bath first."

"Ah, I'm cooking again, and there's a guest at home. He said he picked up your motorcycle." Xinzzi came closer, with a smile on his baby face, and said in a low voice: "He's a foreigner. It seems that he came to Tokyo from Amerika for sightseeing."

"Great, my car!" Takuya was happy when he heard this. The joy of finding this lost treasure made him almost jump with joy.

After all, he is only 20 years old and is still a teenager. If he has any thoughts, it will show on his face.

"Hey, my brother is such a fool. He actually lost his motorcycle. Didn't you say it was the life of a professional driver?" The seventeen-year-old Xinzi pouted and shook his head speechlessly: "That's why people come here. Since they came to return the lost property, I think they should be thanked and let them eat at home, is that okay?"

Tuoya straightened his clothes and touched his sister's head: "Of course it doesn't matter. It's the custom of our Yamashiro family to repay kindness. You go and cook. I'll go to the living room to meet those benefactors."

"Then give me some money. We don't even have kelp for making miso soup at home. I have to go out and buy it quickly." Shinko stretched out his palm and moved it quickly in front of Takuya.

When it comes to money, it's a bit uncomfortable. The little money from selling the photos has to feed the family, and also pay tuition for the younger brothers and sisters. Life is really tight.

After searching his pockets, Takuya found several thousand yen in banknotes and put them in his sister's hand: "That's all we have for now. Don't worry, Xiaotong and I will find the big news."

After saying that, he didn't even dare to look at his sister's expression, and walked into the living room with his head lowered.

He was able to save Tokyo, but almost starved his family in life, which was a very uncomfortable feeling.

Thanks to the fact that land is private in Japan, my father still left this house, otherwise it would have been even more difficult.

When he walked into the living room, he saw the two men and one woman. One of them, an Asian man in a robe, was standing aside without taking a seat. He looked like a bodyguard.

On the sofa, a pair of blond men and women were playing with eight-year-old Takuji. The one-eyed man held a deformable robot toy in his hand and was teaching the boy how to deform. The toy's joints made a clicking sound.

"I'm really rude. I'm Takuya Yamashiro. My benefactor came all the way to return my motorcycle. I'm really grateful."

He was very polite and bowed ninety degrees when he entered the living room. If the decoration style of this house was not Western-style wooden floors but replaced with tatami mats, Su Ming estimated that he would even kneel down and kowtow on the spot.

Of course, the premise is that he doesn't know that Deathstroke and his gang are car thieves. And as a hero, he doesn't think bad things about people.

In his opinion, these foreign friends really picked up the car and returned it, and they were benefactors.

That is to say, Takuya is too naive. He is so obsessed with the recovery of his motorcycle that he has never thought about a logical problem. It has been nearly two hours since he returned home by train. So how did these people who found the motorcycle get there before him? What about those who arrived?

However, simplicity also has its advantages. Su Ming likes good young people who are kind and simple, so he can use it more effectively.

How did Su Ming find his home?

There is actually a lot of information in Japan's motorcycle license plates, which are generally composed of a combination of the place of residence and a number. The top line is the city or town where the owner lives, and the bottom number is the registration time and number.

Once you know which town it is, go to the office and check the 'car registration form' according to the registration time. You will have your address and phone number within minutes.

This is not difficult at all for Americans, and Japanese civil servants are respectable to Americans.

"Please don't be polite. It's really rude to come to the door without permission. But I see that the motorcycle has been carefully maintained. It should be a very important thing to its owner, so I will send it back to you as soon as possible." Su Ming stood up and shook hands with the young man. He also patted the back of his hand affectionately.

"Thank you again. That is indeed my treasure. I cannot repay a great favor." Tuoya bowed again, walked to the sofa and sat down: "My roommate is already preparing a meal. Although it is simple, I still ask you to deign to taste it. .”

"No, Miss Yamashiro is a virtuous and kind person. She is a role model like Yamato Nadeshiko. It is a great honor to be able to taste the lunch she made by herself." Su Ming smiled and followed the politeness. Japanese politeness must be this close With the same force of alienation: "My name is Slade Wilson, from the United States. These are my housekeeper Wang and my student Gwen Poole."

Gwen was holding the little boy and playing with toys. When she heard the introduction, she just raised her head and smiled without saying anything.

But Wang still looked like that, expressionless.

"Oh, Wilson-san, your Japanese is so good that even a Japanese like me is ashamed, but I can speak English. Don't cause any more trouble to you. You look older than me. Just call me Takuya. .”

Takuya was not too used to this serious atmosphere. He felt a little uncomfortable sitting there, and the smile on his face was not as good as the other person's.

"Speaking of trouble, I do have something I want to trouble you with." Deathstroke switched to English, and his words changed instantly, with a more unquestionable tone: "If someone needs your help, Takuya, to save them, Would you like to go somewhere with us?”

"Is it Amiligan?" Takuya squeezed his palm, his expression a little embarrassed: "You are my benefactor, of course I am willing to help, but in this situation at home, it is really impossible to be distracted... How can I be so shameless? May I ask, what is the specific matter?”

Su Ming waved his hand and took out a few bottles of soda from his pocket like magic, giving one to everyone present: "There is a group of bad guys who want to invade the earth. I want you to join us to fight against the invaders. By the way, I can pay you a commission to support my family, either in dollars or gold."

Takuya's heart skipped a beat. He had never seen the other party's ability to retrieve objects out of thin air. Also, had his identity been exposed?