The Death Knell

Regarding the usage of the totems, Deathstroke would not tell Zhang Parker. He just took Xiao Wang out of the underground parking lot and found a deserted place to contact Hogs for a confidential conversation.

When he came back, he happened to see the public trial.

It's not that exaggerated. It's just that everyone is holding Zhang Parker accountable for his leadership. The people who stayed behind originally had their hearts with Deathstroke, and even the group who originally acted as Ultimate Spider-Man, after suffering serious casualties, Also dissatisfied.

Although they are both Spider-Man, everyone still has a close relationship. For example, Ham likes to play with Spider-Monkey, while Punk Spider and Spider-Assassin have similar interests.

Those Spider-Man who died on the battlefield, although Deathstroke didn't know which world they came from or what their names were, they all had their own friends in the Spider-Web Army.

Now all these people are angry and gathered around Zhang Parker to ask for an explanation.

Superheroes are not afraid of death, they are only afraid of a meaningless death. This is the case now. It took a lot of effort to collect the three totems, and then...Then there is no more to the Ultimate Spider-Man. Can't say anything.

The back and forth is, 'We can't let the enemy get what they want,' or else it's, 'It definitely works, but I need time to study it. ’

Of course, such a statement would be fine in normal times, but now so many lives have been lost. Although the death knell has severely damaged the successor family, the most powerful patriarch is hiding again.

Everyone is in danger now.

Not every Spider-Totem has a high moral standard, not even Black Widow, nor Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

She secretly engages in small connections, inciting the dark side in other people's hearts, causing Spider-Man who has lost relatives and friends to lose their minds and be engulfed in anger or sadness, creating opportunities for Deathstroke to seize power.

Jessica does a really good job, it's her specialty.

The last straw that broke the camel's back was Captain Universe Spider-Man who woke up from a coma. He held a carton of milk in one hand and an instant noodles bag in the other. He announced that he would vote to re-elect the leader. He would vote for Deathstroke first. .

"It was he who saved us all! Friends!" He waved the simple food in his hand with tears in his eyes. The food was worthless, but the courtesy was light on affection. "I agree that one person should lead the group in difficult times, but this The candidate should be one who is capable!"

After waking up, I learned from others that Deathstroke said many touching words beside his hospital bed, and agreed that everyone would work together to build a better future for Spider-Man in the multiverse.

He was moved and could feel the sincerity. In his opinion, Deathstroke was far superior to Ultimate Spider-Man in terms of combat power and character.

At the same time, many people heard the conversation between Sorus and Ultimate Spider-Man on the previous battlefield. The enemy refused to eat him at all, saying that he was not a spider, but another animal totem, and it was slimy.

So from this point of view, the Ultimate Spider can be the leader of all spider totems in the multiverse, and so can the Deathstroke. The Supreme Mage is the spokesperson of the Weishan Emperor, and the Ao Shutu in the Weishan Emperor is also an animal god.

"That's it, so the Supreme Mage also has the right to call himself the spokesperson of the totem."

The 'Spider Mage' in the crowd was tugging on his magical floating cloak. He was bitten by a spider when the class went on a study trip to Kathmandu and passed out on the street. He was picked up by Kama Taj and trained as a mage. Naturally, he was very different from the other supreme mages. Has a favorability bonus.

Doctor Octopus, who controlled Peter Parker's body, was speechless. He accepted this calmly and admitted the failure of his command.

He had calmed down and even sensed a slightly different atmosphere, so he simply gave up his seat to save his life.

If this was some kind of ancient village, Deathstroke would be elected as the eldest brother, but it wasn't the case here, so there was no need to hold any complicated ceremony.

He didn't even speak immediately or announce any decision. Instead, he distributed food again so that those who hadn't eaten or drank could rest for a while.

Deadpool, who came back with everyone, held his finger in his mouth and curiously looked at these Spider-Mans one by one:

"Slade, why isn't our Peter from Earth here? He let me go yesterday and promised to play games together."

"I gathered all those children together and sent people to protect them. This is safer. Bringing them here will not be of much use, and it is easy for them to die in vain."

Su Ming answered his cousin in a low voice, with a smile on his face and waved to Spider-Man who was walking by in the distance.

"I'm just curious, why is it so easy for you to find good projects every time, but I never get good assignments." Wade slapped his butt, put his fingers under his nostrils, smelled, and shuddered.

The white eyes on his mask also narrowed, as if he was intoxicated.

"In your words, that's the problem with popularity. The audience wants to see you as a poor mercenary, so you have to be a poor guy who eats junk food every day..."

Deathstroke calmly put out the cigarette butt, put it away, and answered his brother.

"Damn it! Can't my character be like Batman?" Wade put down his finger and sat in a corner looking very disappointed: "It would be great to be rich, beautiful, and handsome."

The dim light bulb above his head shone on the top of his head, stretching his shadow very long.

"Bat's life is not very good either. He always suffers different tortures, mainly psychological pain." The cousin shook his head and threw him a cigarette: "According to your crazy theory, popularity can last you forever. Live and exist in the story. But it will not let you live well. It will even torture you continuously and arrange all kinds of bloody plots to keep you reincarnated in pain."

Deadpool narrowed his eyes and recalled: "Is it like a crazy Batman? Really, when I hear the code name 'The Laughing Bat', my asshole hurts. I don't know why."

"It's like Spider-Man and Flash, who are tortured by invisible hands all day long. They don't tell the people around them, but they will be unlucky first when encountering a big event. This is the so-called story woven by popularity, commonly known as nothing happens. look for a job."

Waiter Gwen also came over, blinked and asked in a low voice: "Then do you believe this theory of popularity? I think it makes sense. We all live in a comic book."

"Huh? Little girl, I don't think so. We are living in a series of live-action movies. Look at us, where are the paper people?"

Deadpool immediately retorted, not caring that Gwen's position was actually similar to his.

"Comics!" Gwen frowned.

"Movie!" Deadpool pinched his nostrils.

"Comics!" The girl stamped her feet and scratched her head

"Movie!" My cousin scratched his crotch again.

...

Listening to the dispute between the two people, Xiao Wang, who had been standing quietly behind Deathstroke, felt that there was something wrong with both of them. The kind of disease that requires you to go to some secluded place and rest in a small room with iron bars.

"It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not. I know what I want, and popularity can't help me achieve it, so I don't need to consider this kind of gameplay."

Deathstroke stopped their argument, there was no need to talk about it here, there were too many people around.

He didn't say whether he believed in this theory or not, but he was calmly counting the time in his mind, watching everyone eating and drinking, and listening to some people sobbing softly.

"Okay, so what you pursue is not just to live, but also to live freely and well, can I understand that?" Waiter Gwen glanced at Deadpool and looked at Wade's clothes.

Compared to Deathstroke's heavy armor, Deadpool's uniform seems to be easier to imitate, and the material is more breathable and sweat-absorbent...

"It's useless to simply live. You can't even understand how the many kinds of mental pain that may come will work. Sometimes living in pain is a kind of torture, and dying is more enjoyable." Deathstroke spread his hands and looked not far away. dark corners.

"For example, the people whose limbs you cut off in the past? Those people who could only squirm on the ground like maggots?" Deadpool winked, and his dysfunctional brain suddenly remembered some things from World War II.

Su Ming turned around, patted his cousin's arm, and smiled: "If you say that, what do you think of those who have had their limbs cut off? Okay, it's almost time. Let's get some weapons to deal with them first. Be the heir."