The Death Knell

Several girls fought for a while, separated the spider silk from the insect, and scolded the insect in all directions.

Peter felt a little aggrieved. When he came into contact with the spider silk, his mind went blank and he couldn't remember what he had done.

But he was raised by Aunt Mei, and he has long known that when a woman is angry, it is best not to say anything.

"Mr. Wilson."

He dodged the girls dejectedly and awkwardly walked up to Deathstroke to say hello.

"Haha, it seems that I delayed your start, but I suggest that when you have your first experience, it is better not to show it to others."

The evil-minded Supreme Mage spoke in a narrow tone and bumped Peter's shoulder with his elbow.

Xiaochong's face turned red, almost as red as the color of his uniform. He lowered his head and rubbed his fingers: "Actually, I didn't mean that. I just couldn't control myself."

"I understand it's really hard for teenagers to think things through when they're on adrenaline."

Deathstroke looked like he understood everything without any explanation.

"well......"

Peter sighed. He knew he couldn't explain clearly, but in fact, he seemed to lose control when he smelled the fragrance of spider silk and couldn't remember anything. There must be something wrong with this.

It's better to stop talking and think carefully about how to prove that you are not a pervert. You have to use rigorous scientific research to convince the girls.

The girls pulled the thread to the side and muttered, which could be heard with the super soldier's hearing, but it was nothing more than teasing and teasing among the little girls.

Spider Silk's face was covered with a red cloth. She was stamping her feet and twisting around, trying to prove that she just couldn't control her body and brain and that she didn't run away.

But the girls didn't believe it, they said it was love.

Your mind goes blank, your heart beats wildly, your face turns red, and you are confused and infatuated. This is how you behave when you meet someone you like.

Spider Silk refused to admit it. She tried to change the subject and asked them when the death knell came.

But Marshall refused to let her go and insisted on letting Spider Silk talk about what it felt like to be 'butted', causing the girls to laugh and call her a shameless little bitch, but in fact everyone was pricking up their ears and wanting to hear it.

In this way, the girls said a few words, joked for a while, said a few more words, then laughed and patted each other, and went back and forth like this for a long time.

After a long time, they walked back together hand in hand and continued the previous conversation with Deathstroke.

Su Ming introduced them to a good coach, one who charges very high fees, that is, the Imitation Master.

Although he is a mercenary who kills without calculation, he can also imitate other people's "non-killing martial arts", and he is also very good at teaching students. When he is not on a mission, he leads a fighting training class himself.

Black girl Liz is rich, her father recently gave her a lot of pocket money, so she is willing to invite everyone to go to class together.

Although he was still wary of the dark world of mercenaries, Deathstroke said that Taskmaster would be very sensible if he told him his name after he went there.

"thank you!"

The children sent their sincere thanks to the bell.

So the matter was settled happily.

After saying goodbye to the teenagers, Su Ming felt a lot more relaxed when he saw the happy smiles on their faces. After all, compared to the indescribable ancients, humans were more pleasing to the eye.

Well, there may be some movement in the multiverse recently, which will prevent spiders from crawling around in their webs.

Just call Taskmaster later and ask him to train these kids to death, to the point of collective coma in class.

Thinking of these arrangements, he left the sinkhole and returned to New York. In a phone booth outside a remote alley, he transformed into the shape of Clark Kent, holding the briefcase turned into a strangled man, and disguised himself as an office worker.

"Adjutant, are there any acquaintances near me?"

After closing the door of the phone booth, he patted the dust on his hands, looked at the black youths wandering in small groups on the street with pistols on their backs, and asked the adjutant about the situation nearby.

This is New York, and you can always see various masked people when you go out. It's as natural as seeing dung beetles on a farm.

"Yes, Sheriff, there is a dimensional entrance to the 'Hero Cafe' 200 meters ahead at the intersection. Turn left." The adjutant projected a map onto Deathstroke's retina, using Strangulation as a medium.

"Speaking of the Hero Cafe...how did Batman deceive you?" Su Ming walked quickly towards that side.

"He pretended to be Diana, almost exactly the same. I didn't expect him to be so bottomless. Who among the serious superheroes can dress up as a woman?" The adjutant was a little speechless. She was just deceived for a moment, but in the end it was a mistake and she was tricked. Loophole.

"He has never been a superhero, he is a mental patient. Only the bottom line he believes is the bottom line. It would be completely wrong to speculate on him with moral ethics, social mainstream opinions or the law."

Deathstroke understood the bat's method. It wasn't a wild idea, but it was still useful.

The adjutant shook his head: "The database has been updated. He will not have a second chance."

"Don't be so serious, and don't play games with him. Just let nature take its course. I can handle it... huh? There are actually a few acquaintances drinking coffee here. How brave is this? Dare to enter?"

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

"I always feel like this store is eerie, with a familiar but indescribable dark feeling."

Holding a coffee cup in his hand, Star-Lord was crowded in the center of the booth by his teammates, his expression always uneasy.

How should I put it, the decoration in this store is very high-end, even the door handles are gold-plated, the antique bar looks at least three hundred years old, and the mahogany gives off a heavy and dignified feeling.

The spacious floor-to-ceiling windows allow you to see pedestrians and vehicles on the street. Sunlight also enters the store through the windows, and the wax on the wooden floor gleams.

But the combination of these things gave Star-Lord a strange feeling...

It's like entering an ancient tomb somewhere.

This was his intuition after having robbed hundreds of ruins over the years as a space plunderer. Something dark was surging around the corner, mysterious and unknown.

"Fuck! It burned me to death!" The little raccoon dropped the coffee cup, sticking out his tongue and fanning it with his furry paws: "Why do humans like to drink this kind of stuff? It's bitter and smelly, shouldn't we go to a bar? If you insist on coming here, I want to put my big gun in your mouth, Peter."

Rocket is not a raccoon. He is much more dangerous than a raccoon, and he can also swear better than a raccoon. Although he is only a little over one meter tall, he always insists that his gun is the biggest.

"I don't know whoever comes in and throws out a bunch of dollars to try the coffee, as if they haven't taken the dollars." Peter hinted at something in a sinister way.

"Fuck Squid, Peter, Fuck Squid, when you masturbate while saying Gamora's name again, I will never cover for you again."

"We were fighting an interstellar tentacle monster at the time. I did hope that Gamora would cover me when I was shooting with the elemental pistol, but she didn't hear it. It was you who covered me, but don't say it in such a misleading way. ! Fuck!" Star-Lord put his Walkman on the table and silently gave the raccoon his middle finger.

The raccoon also raised his middle finger to the captain and took back his cup.

Although Star-Lord's words are unpleasant, the truth is right. All the money has been paid, and he will drink the ten pots of coffee even if he sheds tears.

There were two rows and ten pots of coffee on the table in front of everyone. Even though the decoration of this shop was so high-end, there was no coffee from famous origins.

If you throw away so much money, people will make up for it.

"I don't think something's right either." The mentioned Gamora was very calm. She crossed her legs and tidied her hair around her ears. She looked at the humans on Earth on the street outside the window, perhaps thinking of her hometown: "But I Guess, it’s probably because this shop is called the Hero Cafe, but we are not heroes, so we feel a little guilty, right?”

"Aren't we heroes?"

Drax was so huge that he could fit two people on one hip. After hearing what Gamora said, she raised her head in surprise, and the two fingers holding the small coffee cup became stiff.

"I'm Groot." The tree man's butt was even bigger. He sat down where three people could sit, threw the coffee cup into his mouth along with the coffee, and said meaningless words.