The Death Knell

"who are you?"

Although Hank couldn't move, from the corner of his eye he could see some thin black lines attached to the floor and connected to his body, like some unknown creature.

"A friend from the Justice League comes from the future and is here specifically to see you."

In response, the strange man showed off ten light rings. Those rings were like light bulbs on an old-fashioned street pinball machine, lighting up one after another and slowly cycling.

"The way you sneaked into my house didn't look like a friend." Although he said this, Hank still relaxed a lot. After all, who doesn't know the light ring? And the existence of green lights, blue lights, and cyan lights shows that this is not a bad person.

This point in time is very early, Zheng Lian has not experienced the series of events that caused disaster, and the heroes currently have a good sense of green lights.

The stranger then took out the Batarang, Superman's cape, and Wonder Woman's giant sword to prove his identity.

Although I don’t understand why someone can wear a bunch of light rings at the same time and look like a nouveau riche, it is true that human beings have infinite possibilities. If people from the future can do it, maybe they can do it.

"I knocked on the door, but you were too drunk on wine to hear, so I walked around from the backyard door through the kitchen." Su Ming took back the symbiote, asked Strangler to repair the table, and gave it to him from his pocket. He took out the cup and poured a glass of wine: "I don't mean any harm, I just want to ask you to be a hero again."

Except for the Batarang, which belongs to Earth-11 Bliss, Superman's cape and Da Dai's sword were all pulled from the Black Lantern corpse. But to fool a warhawk with a bad mind, it is enough to have the items of these three giants. .

"Ah, I understand, you are the lobbyist invited by Miss Dawn Granger." Hank shook his head speechlessly, and he picked up his wine glass again: "No, no matter what, I don't I won’t re-form the team with her, she doesn’t understand the dangers of becoming a superhero, and she can die at any time.”

"And in your heart, there is only one white dove, and that is your brother Donald." Su Ming calmly took a sip of wine, then crossed his legs: "Although you didn't say it, I know what you think. "

Hank's expression seemed a little complicated. He was a little ashamed at first, and then became calm again.

"Yes, that's what I think. You can think I'm selfish, but I never think I'm a qualified superhero. I have emotional management problems and am addicted to alcohol. Many times I subconsciously pursue violence, so I quit, you can take my uniform and let the girl choose a better partner."

Just like what he said, he spoke this sentence faster and faster, as if he was gradually losing his patience, and finally threw his uniform into Deathstroke's arms.

"Unfortunately, although I am very familiar with a certain Miss Granger, she is not the Dawn Granger you are talking about." Su Ming was not angry, but folded the uniform and put it aside, and poured it for Hank again. Liquor: "I need you to become a hero. I don't want to persuade you to become a war eagle and debut again, but I want to ask you to sacrifice for the earth."

"......Um?"

War Eagle was stunned for a moment, and the speed of raising the glass in his hand slowed down a lot, but in the end he poured the drink down his throat, and after making a comfortable gnashing sound, he squeezed out a suspicious nasal sound.

Su Ming poured him another glass and explained: "It literally means, for the stability of the multiverse in the future, I need you to commit suicide now."

"Haha, this is a big help from me." Hank nodded, but he was not panic. He turned the wine glass in his hand: "You actually asked the Lantern to go back to the past to remind me what will happen to me in the future. What have you done?"

"In the future, you still partnered with Dawn, and she became your girlfriend. In the end, just like you said, you killed her." Su Ming mixed the truth with lies. The expression on his face was very sincere: "This incident drove you crazy, made you seek refuge with Darkseid, and became obsessed with the idea that he could help you resurrect your girlfriend. In the end, it destroyed the world, and then you were burned down. Killed."

The atmosphere in the living room became dull, and only the sound of the hands of the antique clock was beating. The children in the park outside the window were still running back and forth, but the sound seemed particularly distant.

When a dim old house is filled with one's memories, it seems to be isolated from the world.

After a moment, War Eagle showed a smile:

"Tsk, Darkseid is the enemy of Zhenglian and Superman's old enemy, but I never thought he was that strong." Hank drank a glass of wine, gnashed his teeth, and then shook his head: "But it sounds like He seems to have turned into a powerful guy, and the stupid thing of going crazy and turning to the enemy sounds like my style, and after Don died, I feel like I'm going crazy now."

"What's your answer? Are you willing to make some sacrifices for the world? Maybe one day in the future, when human science and technology advances to a certain extent, you and Donald may be able to be resurrected."

Su Ming looked at the man's face. At this time, Hank was unshaven and his face was decadent. Only his eyes were bright.

"Huh, actually now I feel like there is no point in living anymore. Go to hell about order and chaos. We brothers are like the playthings of those gods. Without Donald, what's the point of trying to make the world a better place?!"

Hank took the bottle away, poured himself a glass and drank it again, and the fragrance began to spit out from his mouth.

"Don't doubt it, you are indeed the toys of the Lord of Order and the Lord of Chaos." Su Ming smiled and toasted with Hank, saying ruthless words: "The true spokesperson of the Lord of Order is Dr. Fate, and the truth of the Lord of Chaos is The spokesperson is the Demon Governor, and the existence of the latter is more complicated... In short, the existence of War Eagle and White Dove is more like an additional performance."

Those two are sorcerers, and sorcerers are definitely closer to extradimensional beings than warriors.

Just like many people think that the spokesperson for the Panther God in Marvel is Black Panther? Wrong, the real spokesperson of the big cat is the old black woman who grows heart-shaped grass in the cave, but her name is not even known. She is the shaman of the Leopard God.

In many parallel worlds, the old kings of Wakanda died in various accidents, such as bomb attacks, plane crashes, traffic accidents, etc., and only then did T'Challa come to the throne.

However, if you think about it carefully, you will know that these tricks can kill a spokesperson who has the existence of the true God behind him?

For example, Ancient One, will she be killed by a bomb? Will Wanda die in a car accident? Do ravens die in kitchen fires?

It's impossible. People who are protected by higher-dimensional beings have very hard lives. If they can jump repeatedly between hell and heaven like Constantine, it will be even more difficult to die.

"Damn, haha." War Eagle took a deep breath, and then nodded calmly: "You can be considered a wise man, so what are you waiting for? For the sake of justice, I agree to your request, and I happen to be too tired. You need to rest for a while... Let’s do it now, the wine is almost gone.”

"I'm a good person and a superhero, how can I kill you?" Su Ming smiled and divided the last bits of essence in the bottle into two glasses, raised the glass and toasted again: "Then I wish you a safe journey, in fact, life and death That's it, once you close your eyes and don't open them, it's over."

"Thank you, and I hope that one day Don and I can be resurrected. There's only so much I can do to help the Justice League." Hank put down the cup and wiped his mouth, then stood up unsteadily: "I'll go find what my father left behind. The pistol you fired should be more effective."

However, the one-eyed young man moved faster and just stretched out his hand to support him, making him sit up again and lie on the table.

Then, he pushed back the chair he was sitting on and put away the used wine glass.

"Don't bother me. The last glass of wine I gave you was laced with a deadly plant toxin, the kind that smells like grass. When I roasted Poison Ivy with a red sun lamp, she spit out a lot of juice, so I kept it. But...but rum is brewed from sugar cane syrup. It has a strong flavor of plants and fruits, which is very suitable for covering up other flavors. You only need to close your eyes and lie down to sleep. Suicide and being suicidal are actually the same. .”

But Hank couldn't hear anymore. Poison Ivy's body fluid toxin took effect very quickly, and it was simply not something that this third-tier hero could resist.

He lay quietly on the table, looking as if he was asleep, with a satisfied smile on his face that he had "helped Zhenglian".

With some emotion, Deathstroke let Strangler clean up all traces of his existence, and then floated towards the back door:

"Cloak, go and throw the body into the sun. Adjutant, tell Lorraine to send a high-level combat android over. It will use the new technology of Men in Black and Brother Eyes. It doesn't require any superpowers, as long as it can fly and resist beatings. Where are you?" Prepare some fake documents, ask the police station to release Miss Dorn, and then act according to the original story."

"Okay Sheriff, in this way, Mo Cun has also been wiped out by the law of cause and effect, but won't the Lord of Chaos find out about the substitution?"

"It will find out, but it won't tell anyone, because it is chaos itself, and any means that will cause chaos will be fun to it... If it were not worried that killing War Eagle directly would make Mo Cun and Dijun join forces to deal with me, I would have come directly to kill Hank a long time ago. In short, the time and story of Earth 12 have been saved again, and we can go back and see what changes the butterfly effect has caused."

"So do we need to prepare a similar plan to deal with Kang the Conqueror? We can make a plan first." The adjutant made another suggestion.

"No, my past is too entangled with him, and Kang the Conqueror never comes to me empty-handed. The first time we met, he gave me the first pot of gold in Marvel, and the second time he gave me another I have six parallel worlds, and I’m still waiting for the next gift. Why deal with him? I’ll just let the Avengers take over in the future.”

The back door of the house was gently closed, and warm sunlight shone on the earth.