The Death Knell

There is no doubt that the agents of the Time Bureau are all living humans.

But Deathstroke, who followed the patrol for a while, didn't feel anything like a living person from the other party.

They seemed to have no soul or selfish desires at all. They were more like robots completing their tasks. Even the frequency of their steps had not changed at all.

This team will not be lazy and will not chat during patrols. You must know that Deathstroke's Space Marines are the most elite individual soldiers, but during regular patrol missions, they are also allowed to chat in the communication channel.

But these weak guards obviously did not have this habit. They just held their weapons and walked silently, and their black military boots made no sound when they stepped on the carpet.

There were not many surveillance equipment in the corridor. It was obvious that the Time Management Bureau was very confident in the location of the base and had never thought about the possibility of being infiltrated by a single soldier.

At the next corner, Deathstroke strangled from the ceiling like a fish to form an optical camouflage version of a pitcher plant, and directly put the last person into the 'bag'.

The patrol continues to move forward, unaware that there is one less person behind them, and that person has been eaten by the terrifying symbiote monster, leaving only a clean set of equipment.

After repeating the same trick six times, the team was silently wiped out by Deathstroke, leaving them no chance to sound the alarm and ensuring that the equipment was as clean and complete as possible.

"Why seven again? Isn't the configuration of a seven-person team not very practical for a team composed of ordinary people?"

While Deathstroke packed his equipment and walked back, he chatted silently with Strangler.

"Hey."

Strangler also felt strange, but it didn't think much about it, it just felt happy.

After all, the host usually doesn't allow it to eat human brains. Today, it's obviously going to go wild. However, it still told the host that under this team's full armor, there are seven identical people.

Not only do they look the same, their height and weight are the same, but their DNA and physical disease risks are also the same.

This made it a little confused. Did it eat seven people or one person? Could these seven people be phantoms under the effect of quantum interference?

"To calculate those useless things, just calculate it in terms of meat. The weight of an adult male, if he is a white man who often engages in military work and is well-nourished, is about eighty or ninety kilograms. If he eats half a ton of meat, That means there are seven of them."

"Hey!"

The host is right, you can't deceive people if you put your brains in your mouth.

It's just that these people's brain capacity is a bit small, I'm afraid they are not primitive people, and the food is a bit unsatisfactory.

The one person and one symbiote just talked and laughed, and lurked back to the data room. Su Ming looked at it along the way, and saw that there were probably thousands of data rooms in this corridor alone.

I don’t know how many more are upstairs and downstairs.

But first, put on a disguise for the team and wander around these towers to look for it. If you are lucky enough, Strangler can smell Kang's scent, which will save trouble.

"Here, one set for each person, put them on."

When he returned to the room, Deadpool had come back to life. He was telling Jessica vividly how he felt when the soles of his feet were shedding skin. Hearing this, the little girl's neck shrank and her expression showed disgust.

Loki was very straightforward. She temporarily put the cannon back into Deathstroke's waist bag, decisively put on the patrol uniform, and also put on a full face-covering helmet, mask, and goggles.

Picking up the long luminous staff, she made a few poses to let Deathstroke see if it tasted right.

In fact, as long as he doesn't speak, what can be difficult about the role of a security guard?

"Why is this a little wet?" Deadpool put a pair of pants on his legs and smelled it after noticing the abnormality: "It has a bit of a smell and a bit of irritation. The previous owner of these pants was a goat that walked upright? "

"It's just saliva, change it." Death Knell tapped his wrist, signaling everyone to hurry up: "Strangler has obtained some information from the minds of the guards. Next, let's go to the ferry station and take a transportation bus to the court tower over there."

The guards didn't know much. They were basically tool men, but as long as they knew where there were more officers, that would be enough.

Strangler is always useful against creatures with brains.

"What is this?" Wade, who was wearing a dead man's clothes, still smelled bad and might be a bit dissatisfied, but he was a little curious about this equipment and started playing with a stick with a shiny tip in his hand: "Wait a minute, Let me guess first, this thing has light, discharges electricity, and vibrates, so it's 'that' toy!"

"It's just an electric baton, the kind that can break people into a molecular state, but it's useless to both of us." Su Ming watched the three of them put on disguises. He opened the door and tilted his head: "Let's go, let's Go on patrol, be careful not to talk during the patrol, don't look around, and don't touch your buttocks or nostrils."

Just like Diana's Vulcan Sword, it is said to be able to cut at the molecular level, but I have never seen her kill anyone with self-healing abilities.

"It's so much to ask for...you have to pay more!" Although Deadpool's face was obscured by the helmet that surrounded him, his strength was still not isolated.

Su Ming threw out five hundred-yuan bills to send his cousin away. As expected, he became good-behaved and silently followed the team at the back.

The entire giant tower where the few people are currently is used to store information, and there are almost no people there. Although they occasionally bump into several other patrol teams along the way, they don't look away as if they haven't seen them. continue their work.

In this way, everything went smoothly to the 'station' located at the bottom of the tower. It was a huge circular platform with platforms leading to different towers, but beyond the fence, there was a bottomless abyss of void beneath our feet. .

And in the farthest corner of the void, there seemed to be a faint light, like a ray of light in the darkness.

Not being allowed to speak was really unbearable for Deadpool. He stood behind Deathstroke waiting for the car, but his whole body was writhing like maggots, as if his whole body was itching.

"What do you want to say?" Deathstroke turned to look at him helplessly, and said angrily: "We are the only ones waiting for the bus now, and there is no surveillance here. You can say a few words less, and stop twisting and making me see you. I’m itchy too.”

"Ouch! It's anti-human, it's so anti-human." Deadpool immediately started scratching himself like a monkey, obviously breathing a big sigh of relief: "Is this really an institution composed of living people? Why did those guards we met , seems to have no subjective initiative at all?”

"Because they gave up thinking. Without the orders of the three gods, they wouldn't even question us." Su Ming rubbed his itchy fists and looked at the aircraft approaching from a distance: "But the real agents have brains. Yes, when you get to the court building next, don’t show off, otherwise your anus may suffer.”