The Death Knell

Su Ming was too lazy to discuss this issue with his mentally ill cousin. He just stood up, patted his cloak, and prepared to go out to get something.

I have watched so many time videos so far, and all the possibilities I have seen are without myself and Deadpool. It seems that I have been able to deduce something, but one of the key issues remains unresolved.

Who took these videos?

The so-called three gods of TVA are huge machines. They have no ability to move themselves, let alone shuttle around the timeline to do paparazzi work.

As for the agents of the Time Administration, although it cannot be said that all of them are mentally retarded, they are too weak and do not have the ability to hide somewhere and take videos without being discovered by the parties involved.

In the comics, the Time Administration was defeated by the She-Hulk of Earth 616 plus Cyclops. What level is this? It is estimated that if the peculiarities of the timeline were not still present, their strength would probably not be as strong as several branches of Hydra.

So Deathstroke felt that these videos might be Kang's work, and he might have a vest identity in this TVA and play the same old time tricks.

The reason why there are countless Kangs is actually the theory of a+1, a+2, etc. Kangs at different points in time are running around on the timeline, thus creating time closed loops and further transformations. for an independent universe.

The Earth 40k he gave to Deathstroke may have been cut off from a certain time stream of Earth 616, but that is no longer important. The important thing is that TVA still regards this place as Earth 616, which means that Kang Da is still He controls this place secretly.

Maybe the three gods are also under his control. It's not just a problem of the millennium bug. Maybe there are artificial people like Blue Gloves among the agents here. Maybe

Without evidence, a guess is always a guess, and that's true for detectives.

Fortunately, Deathstroke doesn't have to be a detective. As a mercenary, he only needs to complete the mission objectives and kill all those who stand in his way.

"You guys wait for me, the magic is out of action now, I'm going to get some props."

Su Ming stopped the other three from following him, but asked them to stay in this small dark room for the time being. Whether they were continuing to watch the video or eating their own fingernails out of boredom, they should not come out yet.

"I'm scared. It's so dark and cool here." Deadpool swayed his butt in a pretentious manner, but then began to rub his fingers together, indicating that he wanted more money.

Because the situation was too complicated and consumed his brain cells, this was a brain subsidy.

"puff!"

Deathstroke once again brought him down with his dagger, but this time the hand slid at a higher angle.

The owl dagger penetrated from Wade's temple into the skull, accurately cutting off the area of ​​the brain responsible for language. Maybe the force was a little too strong and caused a concussion, but at least his cousin fell and the world was quiet.

The man in the black and yellow armor bent down to take back the dagger, rubbed the rotten brain on the wall, opened the door and walked out, leaving a sentence before leaving:

"The repeated words are disgusting."

The door slammed shut. Loki and Jessica looked at each other. The girl spread her hands speechlessly. In fact, she also wanted to complain, but the words were snatched away by the death knell. It seemed that she needed to think quickly to praise the Supreme Mage. speed.

I still need to exercise more.

Although Deadpool always talks nonsense, he really hasn't missed a beat when it comes to major matters. Just let him calm down for a while.

Deathstroke walked out of the room and walked in the corridor with bright white lights. He asked Strangler to use the genes obtained from the chameleon to turn himself into a transparent person. He started shopping while looking out the window on the other side.

From here, you can see the magnificent and magnificent scene outside. Countless honeycomb-shaped buildings are floating in the sky, like dense giant space stations connected to each other, blocking out the sky and the sun. No matter which direction you look, you can only see Go to the stacks of inverted hanging towers further away, as well as more rotating large and small buildings.

The gyro-shaped towers, the windows with lights on, and the vehicles flying between the towers are all glowing, like warm and soft sunlight, and it is quite lively. The future social scene.

And unlike the cyberpunk society controlled by capital, there are no colorful light pollution advertisements here, only simple but beautiful science fiction.

It is these buildings surrounding a huge spectacle like a stone prism, which is a giant statue of three gods standing back to back, showing a triangular position.

After visually inspecting the distance and the ratio of the image in the field of view, Su Ming initially judged that the brown stone statue should be 70 kilometers high, and each side of the triangular side should be at least 40 kilometers wide.

To be honest, when working and living in this kind of environment, it is easy for people to have the illusion that they are very insignificant and quickly regard themselves as a cog in a huge machine.

Coupled with some religious brainwashing, the effect will be even more perfect.

Think about it, the three gods were originally AI hosts, but after returning to the starting point of time, they used their understanding of human beings to create myths and make themselves gods. This is wearing the skin of idealism and following an absolutely materialistic path.

But no one in the huge Time Administration has ever doubted them, so they are the real gods here.

The decoration in the corridor is pretty good, the lights are bright, and there is a red carpet, which is soft when you walk up. At intervals, there are beautiful potted plants, benches for people to rest, and a free coffee machine.

Speaking of which, it’s been a long time since I’ve had this kind of roadside coffee machine.

Stopping, Su Ming walked to the coffee machine, picked up a cup and stuffed it under the water outlet, whistling and waiting. If outsiders saw it, they would find a white cup fluttering in the air.

Hot steam flowed out along with the strong aroma of coffee, filling the small white cup, and then the micro-robotic arm used cream to draw a small white heart on the dark liquid surface.

"Good job, Agent."

The machine made a nice female voice.

"It's not hard, I haven't started work yet." This was just a simple recording. Su Ming casually picked up the cup and tasted the coffee.

But it is completely different from what it smells like. When you drink it, there is only a very bland taste, the kind of 'Buddha-style coffee' in which one coffee bean is boiled with ten pots of water. Instead, there are various things like adrenal cortex. Synthetic stimulant ingredients of hormones.

"Alas, this place is a scam from head to toe. It even exploits human labor for coffee. I really have to give them relief."

Deathstroke poured the 'Mingjing Yi Kongtai' version of coffee into the flowerpot on the side and sighed:

"We have to change these later. Let's replace them with vending machines from Wilson Enterprises. You get what you pay for, so you can have peace of mind. Tsk, it's time to start work."

A few hundred meters away in the circular corridor, a group of guards dressed like the "Swat Thunderbolt Team" walked by. Su Ming dropped the cup and quietly floated past while remaining invisible. He was like a ghost of consumerism.