The Death Knell

Su Ming had given Squirrel Girl a lot of things before, including almost all imaginable household goods.

But this doesn't stop her from wanting to collect more. Squirrels are like this and like to fill their little nests.

No matter how much she wails, no supermarket operator in their right mind will open their doors today, so unless Doreen goes shopping for zero dollars, she won't be able to buy anything.

But her previous judgment was correct. This group of weird agents had limited ammunition, and now their firepower had become too sparse.

But you want to deal with Squirrel Girl with these stinky sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs? It's better to go home and wash up and go to sleep. You can have everything in your dreams.

Rather than saying that they are here for Jessica and Doreen, it is better to say that their target is among this group of tourists. The others are just unlucky and need to be silenced when they encounter this.

Su Ming's eyes swept across the crowd of people hiding, and paused for a moment on someone among them. Then he turned around and looked at the agents who were reloading:

"Which department are you from? I'll give you ten seconds to retreat, otherwise don't leave at all."

The android army has been looming around, and they will be responsible for driving away the symbiote hosts and the previous cleaning targets, at least making the battlefield a little more orderly.

"We are the Special Emergency Response Department for Unnatural Hazards! I ask you to surrender immediately and lie on the ground!"

Someone in the crowd of agents held up an electric horn and shouted, seeming very confident.

Su Ming had never heard of this department. He turned sideways and asked Jessica behind him: "Girl, do you know what department this is?"

"I've heard about the new cover of Department Z." As a rare detective in Marvel, Treasure Girl still has intelligence capabilities: "I understand, they treat us as mutants!"

"Ah, that makes sense." Su Ming nodded. He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then touched his eyes: "Then use this trick."

He used a pirated version of heat vision, which was to shoot out red beams of cosmic energy from his eyes. With a slight turn of his neck, he divided the group of people into upper and lower halves.

The people who were cut in half would not die for a while. Out of humanitarianism, Su Ming asked Franklin to give them a touch-up while he turned around and said to the tourists with a smile:

"Okay, now that the crisis is over, do you want to go hide in the subway station? Or find a hotel?"

The tourists didn't dare to speak at all. They might come from a small place and they might be a little uncomfortable seeing New York-style killing scenes.

The main thing is that Franklin used his ability to roll half of those people into the air, and then used his space ability to mash them into flesh, and used invisible energy to beat them into atoms.

He was very cautious, all to avoid the resurrection of his enemies, but to outsiders, this little boy looked like a perverted serial killer.

"Then I'll make the decision to choose a place for you." Seeing them all speechless and with frightened expressions on their faces, Su Ming asked Hanger to lift the manhole cover on the roadside and put the muzzle of the gun in his hand. He hesitated: "Get down here, I will beat anyone who disobeys to death."

Inspired by the firearms, the tourists regained their ability to move, and they began to go underground one by one. Hidden sobbing could be heard from the crowd, and someone could vaguely be heard saying:

‘I didn’t expect Vision to be such a person. What kind of hero is he? ’

Su Ming didn't care about this. Anyway, he was scolding the vision. What does it have to do with him?

He stretched out his arm to grab Jessica from the crowd, pulled the girl out, and said angrily: "I let them go down because they didn't have the ability to protect themselves and needed to hide underground, but you followed. What are you doing?"

The girl stuck out her tongue and scratched her head with a smile: "I just woke up and was a little confused. You know, when you are hanging out in Hell's Kitchen and someone points a gun at you, your body will start to move spontaneously."

Jessica's life was full of black and white, which could be seen from her world-weary face with deep dark circles under her eyes.

She is the kind of good girl who drinks at night and waits for business from the detective agency, and sleeps during the day. It is dusk in New York now, which is indeed the time for her to wake up from a hangover and look for food.

"Your work and rest routine is almost like that of a vampire, here are these." Su Ming took out two bottles of good wine from his pocket, stuffed them into the girl's arms, and patted her on the back: "Go home. , it’s very messy outside, not suitable for you to go shopping.”

Jessica doesn't have a home. She usually lives in the detective agency, which is rented.

But she lived a relaxed life, and could even say she enjoyed it.

She was like a demon in the wine. She took the bottle and unscrewed the cork with brute force. She grabbed the bottle and poured it into her mouth. The wine flowed down her white neck and into the collar of her clothes. It took her a long time to feel it. The coolness of the liquid made me let go of my mouth and let out a big breath.

After resurrecting, she became energetic after drinking. Although her eyes were still very world-weary, at least she didn't look like she would hang herself in the next second.

"Hiccup, I understand. I'm going home right now, but I don't have anything to eat at home." She stretched out her little hand again.

"You've finally figured it out, and you've become thicker-skinned." Su Ming teased and took out the self-heating hotpot and gave it to her: "Here, I'll treat you to something to eat. I'm going to take Squirrel Girl away, so you can go back by yourself." Come home."

"Give me another pack of cigarettes, handsome uncle." She had food and drink, but it was not enough, so she reached out for a cigarette again. Her smile looked a bit like Harley's: "You are my idol, and I love you the most. Give me a cigarette." , I’ll exchange it for a beautiful girl’s kiss.”

"Take it. Although I know it's unhealthy, I personally support the kind of bad parents who smoke, drink and perm their hair." Su Ming put a pack of cigarettes on top of her head, pressed her shoulders to help her turn around, and pushed her again. , motioning her to leave quickly, because Gnar and Shadow King could not tell when they would appear.

Su Ming couldn't say whether others had psychological shadows, but Jessica once watched her entire family die tragically in front of her, and she had always had mental problems.

"Thank you~ You're so kind! Ah!" The black-haired girl smiled charmingly. She raised her eyebrows, pulled up Squirrel Girl who was sitting on the ground and sighed, and kissed the latter's fat face generously. Then he hugged the death knell's gift, leaving the confused Squirrel Girl behind, and ran away with a "hee hee hee" sound.

She didn't lie, it was indeed a kiss from a beautiful girl, but she was kissing a chubby girl.

The brain circuit of a detective is different from that of ordinary people, and Jessica seems to have really figured out the clue - if you are not crazy enough or dark enough, you will not be a good detective.

The squirrel girl blushed after being kissed. She grabbed her big tail and twisted it, looking in the direction where Jessica disappeared quickly: "Really, the New York girl's suspected bisexual style is so fashionable, and it's so good to be young. .”

"You are only three years older than her, don't make it sound like you are a generation behind her." Su Ming put his arm around the chubby girl's shoulders and waved for Franklin to come over: "That's right, I originally planned to go to the university to find you. , but I met here, which is more trouble-free. Next, I need you to give me some help."

"Okay, alas, it's aliens who ruined my shopping trip again this time. Even if you don't tell me, I will still settle the score with them."

Squirrel Girl wiped the lipstick marks on her face. Jessica was not very old, but she always liked to wear heavy makeup, and the perfume on her body smelled like darkness and sin. This made Doreen, who didn't know how to dress up at all, a little envious.

But, it doesn’t matter. The supermarket is closed today, and the school shouldn’t be in session. It’s not bad to follow the death knell to do the mission. Maybe there will be gifts to get later.

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