The Death Knell

After getting the note signed by Deathstroke, the Guardians of the Galaxy left happily. After all, if they needed to celebrate, it would be more enjoyable to go drinking.

They left the coffee shop, and the small shop became quiet again. Su Ming noticed that the waiters behind the bar were obviously relieved, because these people were obviously mentally ill, and the staff from D knew very well. The power of psychosis.

"The Guardians of the Galaxy are very interesting. I also want to see them dance." Loki crossed her legs. She really likes art. When she was in Asgard, she often watched operas and dances.

Su Ming smiled, took a sip of the American coffee brought by the waiter on the table:

"Kama Taj is quite close to Ah San. If you like to watch dancing, you can see enough of it in Bollywood in the future."

"No, I can't get along with the gods over there. They are too disgusting." Loki shook his head repeatedly, with a look of disgust on his face, but it soon turned into suspicion: "By the way, their calendar is synchronized with ours. Yes, after Ragnarok, they should have entered a new cycle, right?"

There is also a phenomenon similar to the Twilight of the Gods in the Asan God System, which is the cycle of "gods are used as firewood". Loki didn't remember the specific name. The Sanskrit is too strange.

"No, they are all destroyed. I successfully stopped Ragnarok. In order to balance the universe, it will naturally make up for it from other places." Deathstroke calmly took out a cigarette and chatted with Loki while waiting for the express delivery. Not bad: "But they don't have to go through the cycle anymore. It's a complete relief. It's good."

Once you are dead, you no longer need to worry about how to live in the future. This is the truth.

Loki laughed, and then drank the coffee happily. She didn't know who Deathstroke was waiting for, but it didn't matter.

The golden apple tree is in Deathstroke's pocket. When she returns to the fairy palace later and completes the grafting work, Loki will be equivalent to having made a great contribution. Then her mother will definitely praise her, right? Proved once again that he is stronger than Thor, right?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

At this moment, the bell on the door rang again, and a man wearing a blue waterproof jacket and a baseball cap walked in holding a document bag.

The man stood at the door and looked around, then saw Deathstroke's conspicuous armor and walked over quickly:

"Death knell, your express delivery, please sign."

This is an old man with a bit of a stoop. His age is no longer suitable for riding a bicycle quickly through the traffic on the street. In the courier industry, he is a bit old.

He was wearing a pair of brown sunglasses, his white hair was combed back under his hat, and he had a thick white mustache on his lips. He seemed to be in good spirits.

However, Su Ming did not sign immediately. Instead, he grabbed the courier's hand and pulled him to sit down:

"Mr. Li, you made it easy for me to find him."

"I, I don't understand what you are talking about. I am just an ordinary courier. Please help me. I will leave after signing." The old man tilted his head and lowered his hat, sneaking away from the two of them. look.

"Yes, you are just an ordinary courier, and you are also a night shift security guard, a truck driver, an old man watering plants, a beauty pageant judge, a bartender, an informant for observers, etc."

Deathstroke pressed the old man on the seat next to him, then took out a drink and invited him to drink:

"We have met before, remember? In the pie shop in Carol's hometown town, you were a small town fisherman at the time."

"Oh, so this is a trap, right?" When the old man saw that all his false identities were exposed, he took off the hat in despair: "I knew that D's characters were too dark."

"It's okay, I'm looking for you this time to save the world." Deathstroke let go of the old man and took out some snacks to entertain him: "This is the Hero Cafe, and it is also one of the secret passages between Marvel and D. Magic is applied so that ordinary people cannot see the entrance here."

"So those who can come in are not ordinary people, and there are no superheroes who work as couriers. You figured I would make a cameo and set up a trap."

The old man didn't need Deathstroke to explain, he could answer it himself, but he looked unhappy and a bit childish.

"You can almost say that, because only you can come to me, and I can't find you." Su Ming took a deep breath, and folded his hands on the table: "The story of diversity and integration has been changed, I'm just betting Will you come to see me, because you will always make a cameo in big events."

"Okay, you caught me, but no matter what you say, I will not participate in your story, do you understand?" The old man ate the snacks and nodded repeatedly, as if he was happier.

"Understood, no one understands your importance better than me." Deathstroke stood up and put his arm around the old man's shoulders: "I just ask you to come and take a look at my completely new plan. Let's go take a look at the tree planting project first. ?”

"Just looking?"

The old man was a little tempted. After all, he had been doing heroic things with Spider-Man in some timelines, and chatting and laughing with Doctor Strange.

Since Deathstroke from next door can achieve the position of the Supreme Mage here, it doesn't matter if he chats with him. The Supreme Mage can indeed know some more things.

"Well, just take a look. It's definitely not embarrassing or violating any rules." Su Ming smiled and winked at Loki, then helped the old man stand up: "Adjutant, take us to the coordinates of Alaska."

In a flash of blue light, the three of them disappeared, leaving only a few bills on the table, which were the price of the coffee and tips.

The next second, the three people arrived on the coastline within the Arctic Circle. Not far away were the wreckage of Asgard and the small ice house of the caretaker Strange.

The igloo looked like the one built by the Inuit, with white smoke coming out of the round hole in the roof. Doctor Strange noticed the fluctuations in the space and opened the sealskin curtain to check out.

He looks much more energetic than the kidney-deficiency doctor from Earth 616. His hair is permed in small waves. He holds a cigarette in one hand and a wine bottle in the other.

This is what a professional mage looks like, with strong drinks and cigarettes, and boundless magic power.

It's pleasing to the eye, not bad.

"Master, you are here." Doctor Strange took off the giant sword on his back, leaned it against the door, and bent down to salute: "Everything is normal today, and there are not many signs of recovery of the World Tree. Maybe it is because the climate is still there. Too cold."

The weather in the Arctic Circle is very unstable, and as I speak, light snow starts to fall. There are some snowflakes on the strange curly hair, and it looks a bit like a lamb.

"It's okay. I'm here this time to solve the World Tree problem." Deathstroke took off his cloak and turned it into a vehicle, pulling a few people into the car: "This is Li next to me. He is an ordinary person who came to visit. We are here Go and have a look over there at the tree pit.”

Strange boarded the flying carpet with a curious expression on his face, but still respectfully bowed to the old man with the mage seal, because he knew that not everyone in Earth 40k could be an ordinary person.