The Death Knell

When they found Jessica, they found that the female detective was squatting under a bridge pier, looking at the rolling river water flowing into the distance, as if she had jade syndrome.

Vehicles passed by the bridge overhead from time to time, such as four-wheeled carriages loaded with coal, or steam vehicles ridden by wealthy people. The tires pressed against the not-so-thick wooden bridge, which made a creaking and distorted sound.

Not far from her, across a few bridge piers, there were some thin beggars who seemed not to see such a beautiful girl like Jessica. They were eating around a big pot.

"Jewel, can you hear me? This distance should be about the same."

The sound of the death knell came from the earphones. This was obviously expected by the female detective. She knew that the death knell would come to her first, but now, she was not sure what kind of ghost place she was in.

So she sighed, nodded, shook her head, and tried to look at the sky.

But she could see nothing but the dark underside of the bridge.

So, she pointed to the homeless teenagers under another bridge pier not far away, and motioned to Deathstroke to look at them for himself.

"I've seen it. They're eating a deformed monster with two heads and four legs." "The voice of the death knell is still steady, as if seeing this dark scene is nothing to him: "The mother of food is also among these diners, the one who is pale and showing symptoms of blood loss. Maybe you can Noticed the placenta was still hanging underneath her."

She was a dirty girl, with two eyeballs and optic nerve bundles drooping outside the eye sockets like the eye stalks of a snail. The teeth in her mouth were sharp and the corners of her mouth were turned down. Even eating meat didn't seem to make her happy at all. .

But she was indeed laughing, and the laughter was so harsh that Jessica wanted to cover her ears, but she was afraid that she would not be able to cover her mouth if she covered her ears. The sewage stew of stillborn fetuses and garbage really made her almost vomit.

"What the hell is this place?" The female detective wrote quickly in the palm of her hand. She knew that Deathstroke could read the strokes clearly: "I originally thought Hell's Kitchen was bad enough, with drug trafficking, human trafficking, arms smuggling, and dark web transactions. Satanism, Hydra infiltration, gang activity..."

Biting the corner of her mouth, she kept writing and writing, as if venting her emotions to the death knell.

But the ruthless Supreme Mage interrupted her:

"What you see now is just a small adjustment that doesn't go on the stage in Gotham. Now stand up and do something. If you don't like these humanoid creatures, kill them. Otherwise, follow my instructions. Next step plan.”

"Humanoid?"

Jessica continued writing in her palm with her fingers, but this time there was a big question mark.

"You don't think that a creature that looks like that and does such a thing can be considered a human being, right?" Su Ming laughed, and expressed his opinion: "So I say, either you are just like Slaughter Kill them like wild beasts, or ignore them like street rats, take your pick.”

For a moment, Jessica clenched her fists, as if she wanted to jump over and beat all these monsters to death.

But after a few seconds, her shoulders still slumped, she shook her head, turned around and walked away from the bridge, whispering:...

"I can't tell what is right or wrong now. Maybe this is how these monsters live, and this is a dimension. Killing them may be like killing meaningless dolls."

"Have you ever thought about another possibility? That the madman who created this dimension was wrong?" After seeing Jessica make a choice, Deathstroke said: "If our enemies had not created this absurd world, Wouldn’t you be able to see this scene? "

Pulling on the collar of her jacket, as if feeling the coolness of the river, the female detective shrank her neck and nodded, expressing her agreement with Deathstroke's opinion, taking out her cigarette and lighting it.

"You're right, the person we should really kill is not here."

"You didn't kill people before, can you do it this time? Don't just talk without practicing."

Deathstroke smiled as he took out the drink. He also asked the girl's psychological development progress with concern.

Jesse walked up the stone steps with a cigarette in his mouth and returned to the busy streets.

On the dragon's dirt road, I wrote in the palm of my hand:

"If the person you want to kill is not a human being, then I can."

In this regard, Su Ming expressed his relief. Although the ideal state of a detective is not to kill people, killing aliens is okay.

How can you be a superhero if you don't kill aliens? No, you can't even be an anti-hero.

"Okay, let's get down to business. You go get a transportation first, and then we go pick up Agent Coulson." Deathstroke gave the next instructions. Several people who were "trapped" in this dimension are now in the right position. clearly present in his perception.

Among these people, Coulson's combat power is the weakest. It would be safer to get him back into sight first.

But having said that, the man with the receding hairline really doesn't look like an agent. Other agents like to hide in dark places, but he seems to like to stand in a sunny environment.

Regarding the arrangement of the Supreme Mage, the female detective nodded. She stood on the side of the road and looked around, then extended a thumbs up, which meant she wanted a ride.

But obviously, no one recognized her American gesture. Vehicles sped past her one after another, and the huge wheels almost splashed her with sewage mixed with feces and urine.

This should be the United Kingdom, a deformed reality born with a certain place in the United Kingdom at a certain time in the past as the background material. As we all know, the British like to pour excrement into the river the most. The weird creatures in this dimension perfectly inherit Got this.

However, it can be seen from this that one of the men in black robes has seen the scenery of the earth in the past, which is additional information.

Because you must first see before you can understand.

Seeing that she couldn't stop the car, Jessica simply grabbed it. She could fly and fight, so naturally she wouldn't be stopped by this little difficulty.

When a carriage pulling hay passed by, she jumped on it, kicked the driver out, grabbed the reins and shook it.

"drive!"

The pained horses ran faster, and the tall haystacks behind them fell to the ground, leaving a golden streak on the mud.

"Good, your moves are a bit like Grand Theft Auto. If you play games with Deadpool and Peter often, you should really be good at this."

Su Ming took a sip of wine and asked Zhuo Sha to peel peanuts for him. At the same time, while talking to Jessica, he called on his companions behind him to eat and drink too.

"My time with them doesn't match up. When they are awake, I am sleeping, and when I wake up, they are sleeping." Jessica laughed. Although she often bullies Deadpool, in fact, the relationship between the two Yes, after all, it was Wade who saved her back then: "If nothing else, which way should I turn?"

"Just go straight along the river. Coulson is also on the river, just like the river always attracts creatures, but he is upstream, where the environment is better."