The Death Knell

"Isn't it bad? If it wasn't bad, could I bring so many people to chase you?"

Snapping his fingers wordlessly, Su Ming let the cloak release Barry. Looking at his sweaty face, Su Ming handed out a bottle of energy drink:

"Tell me, you were participating in the Lightning Cup well, but you dropped out before you even reached a quarter of a mile. What happened?"

In the empty city, surrounded by skyscrapers, everyone seemed to be surrounded by a forest of steel and concrete, creating a somewhat claustrophobic atmosphere.

After taking the drink and pouring it into his mouth, Xiao Shen let out a long breath. His legs were shaking because of their soreness. Apparently running into the hyper-time flow was beyond the endurance of his body.

Reluctantly getting up from the ground, he looked at his friends present and smiled apologetically:

"I was on the track at the time, probably one position faster than Mercury, but suddenly I saw a face, and then, I don't remember anything."

"A face?" Bobo raised his eyebrows. He took out his pipe and refilled it with tobacco: "What kind of face? Human? Alien? Animal? Or Darkseid?"

Barry finished his drink and looked at the death knell longingly, hoping to get more food to replenish his body's energy. Because of the overdraft of his body, his heart was beating fast now, and it felt like drumsticks were beating on his eardrums.

He only vaguely heard some of Bobo's questions, so his expression became more gloomy:

"That's a white mask. It's smooth and looks like metal. Can you give me something to eat now? I'm so hungry."

Of course there is food. As a mercenary, Deathstroke has full wilderness survival skills. Even if he does not carry dry food with him, he can still find a large number of edible animals and plants in nature. But this time there is no need to bother. For Barry, there is a Good news, there is plenty of roasted camel!

Before Wade's wedding, in order to entertain the guests, Gin took her Valkyrie sisters to roast hundreds of camels. The original intention was to provide meat for the banquet. According to Asgard's concept, she also specially We selected the most "fat and strong" ingredients.

It can be regarded as a kind of superstition. Asgardians believe that eating large, strong and plump prey will make people become equally strong and plump; and if they eat old, weak, sick and disabled prey, people will also become old, weak, sick and disabled.

When choosing the fattest camels, she did it with a simple and good wish, hoping that all the guests would become healthy.

But it turns out that not everyone likes to eat charcoal-grilled fat meat. The roasted camel dish was not very popular. Apparently the guests had no appetite after collective vomiting, and too much of the greasy roasted camel was left.

In order to avoid waste, Su Ming kept everything in his pocket for emergencies.

Isn’t it useful now?

"Come on, eat whatever you want. I can handle the barbecue here. Even though it was baked three days ago, it's still warm in the portable space." Death Knell simply spread out the picnic cloth in the middle of the road. Anyway, he saved Barry, the next thing is not too urgent and can give everyone a breather.

The team members all sat around the huge roasted camel and watched Barry eat half of the giant beast with lightning, about a hundred kilograms of meat.

That is to say, he was so hungry that he didn't notice that Deathstroke had just raised his elbow with the salt shaker, and he hadn't had time to sprinkle salt on the barbecue.

Captain Rabbit was a vegetarian, Alberta's mouth was occupied by tobacco and alcohol, but Jesse ate a small piece of meat, probably out of politeness.

Among the group of people, Bobo was the most concerned about investigating the truth of the incident. Not only did he not eat, he also took out a small notebook and pencil from his suit pocket and wrote and drew quickly.

Then he showed the sketch to Xiao Shen: "Is this what the mask looks like?"

The orangutan drew a white mask with an aquiline nose on a small book. In order to reflect its smoothness and metallic texture, he also drew a shining cross star on the corner of the mask, which means that it is reflecting light. Woolen cloth.

The lightning stopped, and Barry, whose face was covered with grease, stopped, looked carefully at Bobo's diagram that looked like a child's simple drawing, and shook his head:

"This is the mask of the Court of Owls. Deathstroke and I saw it on Earth Minus 11. It's not this one. I would have recognized it if it were them."

Then he continued to drive. The camel was a little too fat, but Deathstroke put down the salt shaker and took out a plate of pickles. With this to go with the meal, Barry felt that he could eat more fat.

The orangutan who failed in the painting nodded slowly, wrapped his lower lip around his upper lip, tore off the previous painting, crumpled it into a ball and threw it away, and then started to draw the second one.

Ten seconds later, he turned around the small book and tapped the painting on it with the tip of his pen: "So, is this it?"

What he painted this time was the mask of the 'Lord of Order'. Naboo was once an enemy of Deathstroke. Maybe this time he was resurrected by some enemy to take revenge?

Barry stopped again, looking at the portrait with a mouth full of pickles, but then shook his head and replied with a sob:

"No, no, the outline of the mask is a bit similar, but the mask of the Lord of Order is golden, and the position of the eyepiece is different. I vaguely see that the other person has a body, a bit like a snake, and his eyes are glowing."

It sounded even weirder. Bobo thought for a moment and drew another one. This time he drew a spherical mask with a snake-like body attached to it.

"is that so?"

"Pfft! Aren't you drawing male germ cells under a microscope?" The fat in Barry's mouth spurted out. Although he knew that Bobo definitely didn't mean that, what he drew looked too similar.

At this time, the orangutan's eyes turned to sympathy. He closed the small book in his hand and shook his head:

"Well, it seems my detective skills can't help you, Slade?"

"Well, Barry, are you full?"

Su Ming, who was smiling, squatted aside and nodded. He stood up, moved his neck, and looked at the gray sky here again.

Flash ate very quickly, and now only the head and neck were left in the camel, and the remaining bones were piled into a hill on one side.

Hearing Deathstroke's question, Barry touched his belly and nodded his head up and down:

"Well, I've eaten enough and I've recovered now. What should I do next? I'll listen to you."

"That's good, strangulation!" Su Ming smiled happily, and then directly activated the symbiote.

The tiny dark tentacle was like a hair, climbing up against Barry's red tights and slipping into his neck.

It penetrated the skin and muscles, crossed the obstructing bones, penetrated into the medulla oblongata, and then read the memory from the Flash's brain.

I can't tell whether it was relief or pain. Anyway, the poor man who was strangled and had his memory scanned rolled his eyes, as if his brains were about to be sucked out.

But this is actually a harmless method, similar to minimally invasive surgery. The key is that Su Ming has now obtained the information and has seen the person who attacked Barry.