The Death Knell

The city was in chaos, a scene of the end of the world, but when Su Ming and his team found Miss Drew, the black widow of Earth 1610, the woman was still sleeping happily at home.

As the female clone of Peter Parker, she seems to have copied even her tendency to sleep in?

Not really.

Her rental house was filled with all kinds of wine bottles and medicines. If she hadn't been breathing, Su Ming would have thought that she had arrived at the scene of a suicide case.

The living environment of the female agent is not bad. The house she rents is an apartment in the Upper East Side. Because it is a wealthy area, the security here is not weak, and the police are dispatched very quickly, so the zombies on the street are all killed by those People who make noise are attracted away. She is a person who sleeps quietly at home, but she is fine at this time.

"The entire bottle of sleeping pills is delivered with whiskey." Jessica picked up a small bottle on the bedside table and shook it. There was nothing in it. She tilted her mouth and said, "If she wasn't a reformer, she should have been on the bed by now. It’s heaven.”

But Miles was very sad. The little black spider tried to wake up the woman on the bed, kept pushing her shoulders, and looked at the death knell sadly and said:

"It's all my fault. I never thought that she wasn't as strong as she seemed, and she was used to taking too many medications to escape reality. Obviously she has always been taking care of me, like a sister, I thought"

"She is a clone who is rejected by the mainstream view of human society, and she is also an assassin used by Nick Fury to eliminate his opponents." Deathstroke leaned against the window with a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the street scene outside the window: "The psychological pressure is very high. It’s normal, after all, if you were asked to kill women and children every day, you wouldn’t be able to bear it.”

"Oh? It's a bit wasteful. In Asgard, the warriors would kill their enemies, then take their wives and children back and raise them as their own. This is how the Asa clan grew. Of course, if If it’s a boy, it’s best not to be higher than calf height.”

Loki walked around the room with great interest. She bent down and looked at every bottle of wine she could see, as if she had thought of some joke and couldn't help but feel happy.

"Will General Fury order the killing of women and children?"

The simple Miles was a little unbelievable. He found a piece of cloth and was going to the bathroom to get some water to wipe Drew's face.

"Don't use the water in the bathroom. It's already contaminated. Here's this." Su Ming threw a bucket of pure water from his pocket and motioned to the little black spider to use this: "Actually, it's easy to understand. For example, If you were tasked with killing a heinous drug dealer who had killed thousands of people in the past, would you choose to spare his wife and children after killing him?"

Miles scratched his head and replied while moistening the cloth: "I will not kill anyone, but I will hand the drug dealer to the police and let the law judge him."

"Congratulations, the drug dealer will be released on parole or released on medical parole the next day with the help of a lawyer. Then the entire gang will start to pursue you relentlessly, including your friends, your acquaintances, your neighbors, and even The neighbor’s pet dogs are all going to die.”

Treasure Girl immediately picked up the conversation. Although she was laughing, her tone was full of ridicule, as if she was mocking Miles' innocence.

Jessica, who lives in Hell's Kitchen, has never seen a white lotus that emerges from the mud and remains unstained, but unfortunately, only those with big fists can make the rules of the game. Those good people with simple thoughts were devoured by Hell's Kitchen. None left.

In any chaotic place, it is safest to get paid to do things and play other people's games. Nosy will never end well.

Speaking of which, Daredevil's new immigrant friend died in the past two days. He seemed to be suffering from gas? Can't remember clearly, and Matt actively wants to help him investigate the identity of the murderer?

The cause of death of his girlfriend Erica has not yet been determined.

Jessica thought that might be someone's warning to Matt, but Daredevil didn't seem to understand it at all, and wanted to investigate the cause of Shang-Chi's death.

A private lawyer can afford to cause a martial arts master to die in a mysterious way at home. Even the autopsy report given by the police after they came to identify him was "hiccups and suffocation" without leaving any clues at the scene. This kind of power is something that a private lawyer can afford to offend. ?

It would be better not to check, but if there was a check, Jessica felt that Matt might die too.

But just die, it's none of her business anyway. Although she had some dealings with her, she had nothing to say to the man who was full of paranoia and justice.

After listening to the girl's words, Miles put the cloth he was going to wipe Black Widow's face against his face and wiped the sweat first:

"This is too dark. Do we have to use extreme measures to solve it?"

"Some people are unreasonable. If you think you are very eloquent, then go out and talk to the zombies on the street so that they stop eating people?" Jessica still looked carefree and used her big backhand Thumb pointed out the window.

"Oh." Miles realized that he had wiped his face and washed the cloth again wordlessly, trying to wake up the sleeping woman with cool water.

Anyway, no matter what the girl said, Miles still insisted on his bottom line, which was not to kill.

The sleeping Black Widow seemed to have a soaked cloth covering her face and couldn't breathe. She struggled a few times and finally woke up. She sat up suddenly and pulled off the cloth on her face, staring at Miles angrily:

"I'm not dead yet, are you going to cover my face?"

"That's not the case, Miss Drew, Mr. Deathstroke is here, and there is something wrong with our earth. Please get up and take a look." The little black spider waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that this was a misunderstanding, because the woman conveniently put the gun under the pillow Also taken out.

Black Widow turned around and saw Deathstroke smoking a cigarette by the window. The man in the black and yellow armor waved to her:

"Hi, Good Evening."

The female agent was stunned for a moment, then sighed, wiped her face with a piece of cloth, and jumped off the bed.

She didn't even change her clothes before going to bed. She was wearing a tight-fitting uniform. Now she just grabbed a blindfold from the side and put it on: "What happened? Aren't all the heirs dead?"

"Come and look outside yourself, don't talk loudly." Deathstroke raised his fingers. After all, zombies are more impactful to see with your own eyes.

As expected, the woman came to the window in confusion, looked out, and suddenly froze in place.

Those rotting zombies were making unconscious groaning sounds, marching towards the place where the noise came from in the distance. The densely packed blue-gray heads could not be seen at a glance, and the streets were filled with them.

The female agent immediately squatted down, leaned against the wall under the window sill, raised her head and asked Deathstroke: "What's going on? How did the zombies leave Mexico and appear in New York?"

"This is not the kind of zombie you used to have on Earth. This is a virus spreading in the multiverse." Deathstroke snapped his fingers, and the cloak who went out for a ride to find something to eat immediately returned to the window. He turned over and jumped out of the window, sitting down. Back on the flying carpet: "Let's go, we'll explain on the way, first go find Nick Fury."