The Death Knell

There are a lot fewer people in the Tianhuan base. When I came here before, I could always see employees walking quickly in the corridor that was almost two cars wide. Sometimes they would bump into each other's shoulders or step on the people in front of them. shoe.

But today, there were only a few people in the corridor, and most of them looked a little uneasy.

This is inevitable. The Divine Spear Bureau sent almost half of its manpower to Centaur and mobilized elites from all over the country. The number of people who went to the headquarters will naturally account for a larger proportion. After all, the Divine Spear Bureau has 400,000 employees and is the elite among the elites. Only then can you come to work at the headquarters.

Lao Zheng is very pragmatic, and his personal strength means that he does not need to follow many of the unspoken rules in society. There are basically no people like connections in the headquarters of Shenzhen Tianhuan, and everyone is a good player in some field.

When he arrived at the door of his office, Su Ming raised his hand and pushed the door open. However, he did not rush into the room. Instead, he went to the door and hid for a while.

A thick plume of smoke spurted out from the door and was carried by the air pressure into the corridor. The strong smell of nicotine and tar made even a long-time smoker like him feel irritated.

"Hey, Old Zheng, are you lighting the stove in the office again?" After taking shelter for a while, Deathstroke stuck his head out at the door and looked into the room, but the smoke was so thick that he could only see Zheng Zheng. Xian's general outline, but his expression could not be seen: "How many times have I told you, remember to turn on the ventilation system. Where are your guards and nanny?"

"Haha, brothers are here. I, Lao Zheng, only feel free when I smoke. I don't need any guards or nannies to take care of me."

Zheng Xian was reviewing documents behind his desk. He didn’t have a computer here at all, so he relied on pen and paper. He screwed on the pen cap and grabbed the ventilator remote control, and said with a smile:

"Come in and sit down. Why did you come to me instead of filming Guardians of the Galaxy today?"

He was also an insider when it came to filming a promotional video for the Guardians of the Galaxy, after all, it had been discussed in advance.

And when the smoke cleared, I saw Deathstroke's team, and even Thanos was in the team. This was obviously not a group that wanted to travel, but to go out and kill people.

"When something happens, I'll just tell you the truth. Last time, the Eternals asked you to help me speak. Now I need you to help me contact those who are willing to cooperate. They can probably be regarded as human beings."

"It sounds a bit serious. Some of the Eternals are indeed making small moves, but there are also some who are friendly to humans or have no interest in worldly affairs." Zheng Xian stood up and went to get a thermos bottle and tea. As he walked, he said: "I can make an appointment. They sent representatives to meet with you, but I can’t guarantee who they are, and whether the people you meet are on a friendly basis.”

"Don't worry about this, I can tell the difference myself. Besides, have you seen the Scarlet Witch?"

Su Ming pointed behind him with his thumb, and Wanda also smiled and raised her little hand and shook it:

"They have no other choice but to cooperate and obey. To be honest, as long as the Eternals and aliens, even aliens, live a decent life, I will not cause trouble for them. Why do some people always don't understand? What’s the truth about this?”

"Maybe he doesn't want to be managed by others, especially the Supreme Mage." Old Zheng smiled and came to everyone. He first took a look at Thanos's exaggerated purple muscles, and then said: "We all know that the Eternals are a group of gods. A creation of God, and the Celestial God Group and the Ancient Gods behind you are obviously not from the same group."

In fact, it has something to do with it. The creator of the ancient gods of the earth is a mysterious existence called the 'Creator'. Su Ming has always believed that that guy was also born in the first sky, at least not an outsider like the ancient ones.

"It feels like a battle between materialism and idealism." Deathstroke shook his head. He watched Old Zheng pour hot water into the white porcelain jar, and the tea leaves gradually spread out in the mist: "But the Eternals should not mix with the God Group. Those things with me, their oaths and genetic shackles are not absolutely strict, and they have a chance to get rid of the control and orders of the gods."

Zheng Xian sighed, plugged the lid of the thermos, signaled that everyone could drink tea in a while, and then said:

"That's true, but habits are a very scary thing. The Eternals have been obeying the orders of the Celestials since their birth, and some of them are still stuck in this habit today. Have you seen the well-trained people? Dogs? When outsiders try to untie their collars and let them go free, they bite them and then still obey their masters."

"It seems that you have a similar consensus in this regard." Hela laughed. She was the first to pick up the tea cup and looked at the leaves inside curiously: "Death Knell also said not long ago that the Eternals are a group of people organized by gods. Controlled dog.”

"This is known in the East as the goddess of the underworld, Heim."

Zheng Xian smiled and nodded. He returned to his desk, rummaged through the cabinets and took out a phone number book, then grabbed the red phone on the table and looked at the death knell when he was about to dial:

"By the way, my friends in the Eternals told me that they actually asked Fury to intercede with you in the first place, but it seems that there is no movement from SHIELD?"

"Haha, it can only be said that they are entrusting evil people, and the black braised eggs are the best of human spirits." Su Ming smiled, he touched the back of his hand, crossed his legs and leaned on the sofa, holding the teacup with his strangulating tentacles Put it into the hands of Carol and Thanos: "There is a high probability that Fury knows that no matter what he says, he can't change my mind, so he chooses to accept the benefits of the Eternals and remain silent."

The result will also be simple.

If Deathstroke wants to kill all the Eternals, then Fury believes he can definitely do it. In this way, no one will be able to just say no and stop practicing after all. After all, the client is dead.

And if Deathstroke wants to let some of the Eternals go, then their purpose of asking Fury to spread the message will be achieved. What other reason is there for Luodan to take advantage of it and not do anything?

That's how it is when asking for help. If you're not careful, you'll get eaten by both sides. Furui is much darker than Lao Zheng, in every sense of the word.

"What's the benefit? Let me tell you first, I did not accept gifts from the Eternals. Our Divine Spear exists to protect the people of the Celestial Dynasty, and we are disciplined not to accept gifts from non-human species."

Zheng Xian covered the phone and spoke sternly. He changed the topic again:

"Didn't Nick Fury go to space? I thought I was the only one who chose to stay and maintain order on earth."

"He does stay on Earth, but I guess his purpose is probably different from yours."

Leaning on the hard sofa, Su Ming played with the white porcelain cup lid in his hand, using it to skim the foam on the water, recalling Colson's state when he saw him, and reasoned:

"You stayed to protect the lives and property of the people, and SHIELD's plan is more like splitting the forces into two groups. Agent Coulson took some people to clear a path in space, while Black Bald stayed on the earth to specialize Holding back other organizations. Hydra, Leviathan, and Pioneer Technology are probably in trouble right now. Fury is sober and has connections with the Avengers. He doesn't need to explore the universe. You are faster than everyone else, you just need to make sure that the enemy is slower than you."

You can understand why Black Widow and Hawkeye are not in space. Su Ming didn't even need to ask the adjutant about Natasha's whereabouts today. She was either in Germany or Russia anyway.

"Ha, what a bad guy, but yes, this is Nick Fury's style."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Xian raised his hand and gestured with one finger to indicate that the person on the other end had answered the phone and that he needed to chat for a while.