The Death Knell

"Deathstroke, do you know this place?"

A black boy on the flying carpet asked in a low voice. Maybe sneaking in space was too exciting for his age. He was even subconsciously afraid of being heard by people in the distant space station.

The armored man at the front of the crowd was silent for a moment. He was still looking ahead, as if thinking.

The flying carpet was still moving forward slowly, and after a moment he said:

"Maybe."

This was an uncertain answer, more like a prevarication, but the others had no intention of pursuing the question, and just waited quietly for the next words of the person.

As if he realized that he should say something more, the man named Deathstroke sat down, and a voice came from behind his one-eyed mask:

"I can't determine the timeline here yet, and I don't have enough intelligence support. Let's go to the Torch Space Station first and figure out where the moon has gone."

“Is the moon important?”

The girl wearing a black leather jacket also asked a question. She looked a little depressed and tired, and her beautiful big eyes were drooped at the corners.

"We are being watched, and one eye is recording everything." Deathstroke took out a small golden ball from his pocket, which looked like an eyeball: "At this moment, we may have already recorded it in his records. The style has changed, dark and heavy, and the narrative method has been changed, like "

The man only spoke half of his words, and the wonderful flying carpet had already sent the group to the edge of the space station, where they could see the lights on the earth, the light that burned day and night like flowers.

He did not continue speaking. The group of people disappeared into the shadow of the space station, and the darkness seemed to swallow up their voices.

"He's looking for the moon, Reed. Outsiders seem to know a lot of things about us."

A strange robot said this to the person on the throne behind him. His appearance was very strange, like the T800 skeleton in "Terminator", covered with a thick layer of jelly-like gel.

While speaking, his eyes that stretched out like telescopes gradually retracted into the metal head, which looked a bit funny.

"No, Aaron, that's it. We have found a way to escape the fusion of diversity. We don't need to destroy another earth in pain, and we don't need to bear more sins."

An old man wearing heavy armor, with long hair and pale beard answered the robot. He raised a hand to signal the latter to stop talking.

Sometimes simple solutions can create inertia, and Aaron will want to do the same thing again, which shows that the human part of him is still there.

But when you have a choice, never succumb to laziness, otherwise you will lose your enterprising spirit even if you live to the end.

After experiencing so much in the past, the heroes on this earth have long known that humanity is the most important thing.

In the previous rounds of elimination, they blew up the opponent's earth, but did not kill anyone in the process. They just 'invited' the opponent's residents to their side and let them live in 'paradise' temporarily.

This is already a compromise. If given the choice, no one here wants to blow up any earth, even if he can do it by raising his hand.

Reed's face is hidden under the hood of the green cloak, and there is a small three-dimensional projection on the armrest of his throne. It is a beautiful woman with blond hair, wearing the blue classic uniform of the Fantastic Four.

In the darkness, the projection rotated slowly with a smile.

Looking at this projection, the old man on the throne was a little distracted. He lowered his head and murmured her name.

But the robot was a little impatient. His body wrapped in soft rubber moved without making any sound, but it moved very quickly. It came to Reed's side almost instantly. He patted Reed's prosthetic limb and urged:

"Then at least we need to solve the problem in Alaska. Those zombies carry terrifying viruses, and they are devouring everything."

Reed smiled. He slowly stood up from the throne, leaning on his cane with his prosthetic leg. With his other hand, he picked up the steel mask on the side and clasped it on his face. His voice became as thick as metal. Gone old:

"Aaron, we have defeated the gods three times, not only because of our firm will, but also because we dare to fight any enemy to the end. Zombies may be scary in other parallel universes, but on our earth, I don't Allow them to do whatever they want.”

His tone was very firm. Facing the machine friend, the old man lit up the cosmic energy in his hand. It was a ball of flame, like pure white holy light.

Then, the earth began to move

Deathstroke had already obtained enough information for him in the space station at this time. He could use Strangler to connect to any electronic terminal at will. The past events of this universe were clearly displayed on the Internet for people to check at will.

There are no unknown secrets here. There is no S.H.I.E.L.D. and Nick Fury in this world, there are only aging superheroes and their past fighting history.

"The feeling of being spied on is gone, but we must have been discovered by the master of this world." Loki moved closer to the death knell, put his head in front of the man, and looked up at him: "You seem to be in a little trouble? Supreme Mage. "

"If you and I keep a normal distance between men, I won't be so embarrassed." Deathstroke withdrew the strangulating tentacles from the vending machine on the side of the space station and moved his neck.

The rest of the Ultimate Team were not far away, sitting in a street park without any cover.

Because monsters in strange costumes abound here.

The interior of the space station is very chaotic, not that its streets or building layout are disorderly, but that there are all kinds of creatures here.

Elemental humans, lizards that crawl on four legs but have human heads, devils with fiery red skin and horns on their heads, cloaked men dressed like spellcasters, they all live in this cyberpunk style in the space city.

Compared to these people, the members of the Ultimate Team are nothing short of normal.

"I don't mean anything else. Although the gender of the god is not actually important, you have the final say because of your big fists." Loki laughed evilly again, and she blinked her eyes as if the prank had succeeded: "Then Master, continue. What are our actions when we come down? Are we going to plant bombs on the earth? Do you need my magic? Hehehe."

"Skye, did you get the money?" Su Ming did not answer directly, but turned to ask the female agent holding a tablet computer.

The girl's hair was rubbed like a chicken coop by herself, and she was obviously a little crazy. She answered the death knell without raising her head and said: "The network technology here may be 50 years ahead of me. In addition to the basic programming language, it is still between 0 and 1." Besides, other algorithms and architectures can drive me crazy.”

"So you didn't get the digital currency here?" Jessica hid the shotgun under the clothes on her back, looking like an ordinary girl at this time.

Shockwave Girl raised an eyebrow, shook her head a little proudly, and answered her companion: "No, I still got a little bit. Although I can't steal other people's accounts here, let alone invade the bank, I can do it on the Internet. I built a secondary page attached to the chat tool, created a fund account linked to the chat account, and then, I posted an article about online shopping.”

This is one of the typical Internet scams. Although times have changed, the core of the scam has not changed.

When a beautiful woman sells tea for her ailing grandfather, someone will always donate generously. As for where the tea comes from, who knows.

Anyway, by the time it's time to ship, Skye will no longer be in this universe.