The Death Knell

There was only a crackling fire in the small room. Natasha and Eva were quietly sharing a bunch of grilled spicy strips. Dotty's eyes fell more on the face of the man in front of her.

She could feel that he was serious when he said that everyone could learn to be a chef. There was no trap or any intention of joking.

This chef is really the profession of cooking.

But why?

There are three classes of agent trainees here, not to mention the class they are about to graduate from, but those in the third class who are still young. As long as their bodies and looks grow longer after a few years of training, they will also be good weapons.

This is such a powerful force. If they are used properly, they can even corrupt any country and political power.

But he didn't seem to care at all, not only saying that anyone could leave, but also do other things if they didn't want to kill anyone, which was like throwing a precious weapon into the river.

The man's one eye turned to her, as if he noticed her thoughts.

"Are you wondering why I give you the right to make your own choices?"

Dottie sighed, moved closer to the stove, and focused her eyes on Natasha's face.

"Yes, you came here and took us all away just to have these weapons. But now you let the murderous weapons chop vegetables. I don't understand what you plan to do."

The man still smiled, took out another bag of similar food and threw it to her.

"your name?"

"Dottie, Dottie Underwood."

"Well, it turns out it's you, complicated girl..."

The one-eyed man touched his beard as if recalling something, but Doty was sure that she had never seen him before.

"Don't worry about the purpose. I just want you to live like human beings, be able to make your own choices, and not waste your life. I'm not looking for weapons. I am the strongest weapon."

He was pulling the fire with the sparkling weapon in his hand. This magical weapon was used as a furnace hook without hesitation.

Doty knew this to be true, he had shown the ability to assassinate everyone throughout the base, he didn't need others to kill for him.

But the girls were not very happy after hearing this. They were afraid of becoming useless, which in their concept was equal to death.

"Don't believe your instructor's lies, because everyone is born with his own place in this world, his place as a human being."

The man stood up, took out a piece of paper from the desk beside him, picked up a piece of black coal from the stove and wrote a series of numbers and English on it.

Because Dottie is a senior, she knows the concepts of the world and the country. That string of numbers is the latitude and longitude, which should be their current location.

Are you planning to send a telegram to ask for support?

After all, one person cannot take them all away, at least he needs a vehicle or similar means of transportation.

But she couldn't understand what happened next. The man took off the cloak behind him, handed the note to the cloak and talked to it.

The cloak seemed to be alive. He rolled up a corner and held the small note. The collar moved up and down a few times as if he was nodding. Then he opened the door and walked out. He took off and disappeared into the air with the note.

"ah......"

The little girls all rushed to the door and looked curiously at the direction where the cloak disappeared. They couldn't understand what was going on. Everything seemed like a dream.

But the cold wind outside the door picked up snowflakes and hit them on the face, and the cold pain made them know that this was all true.

"How did you do that?" Natasha's mouth was still red. She was also surprised, but she concealed it well and had no expression.

But she still wanted to ask.

The man touched her head and turned his gaze to the window. The morning light was shining from the distant horizon, and the snowfield turned into a golden color.

"The world is very big, and there are always unknown things. You will learn it in the future... But it's not important. You haven't seen the sunrise, right? This is everyone's first lesson. What do you learn? It’s hope.”

Natasha pursed her lips and turned to look out the window, but the window was already crowded with many little heads, and many people ran out of the door and stood at the door looking into the distance.

She had seen the sunrise, but she did not understand the word hope, but looking at the sun rising over the snowfield, she seemed to vaguely understand something.

Some warm feeling.

The sunrise didn't last long, but each girl seemed to be deep in thought, and the man clapped his hands and gathered them together and took them outside the door.

"Okay, since you all decided to leave with me, you must know how to call me. My English name is Slade Wilson, and I am a businessman who makes a living by manufacturing department stores."

He fastened his helmet, and a red light flashed on the eyepiece:

"But I also have a secret identity, codenamed Deathstroke, and I am a warrior... By the way, do you speak English?"

"Yes, each of us is required to master ten languages." Eva answered, raising her hand.

"That's good. Now, let's go home."

As the man finished speaking, a golden circle of light appeared not far from him, as if connecting two different spaces.

A man in a dark blue suit walked out expressionlessly. He also had an interesting mustache.

The girls were immediately on alert, ready to eliminate any unexpected creatures that appeared. Is this person who emerged from the golden circle really a human?

But the new man bowed to the one-eyed man and said, "Master."

The one-eyed man patted the other person's shoulder very affectionately: "The time is just right, Hamil, come and see our students."

"It's too cold," the newcomer replied.

The cloak came out of the aperture again and flew back behind Deathstroke. The collar shrank and transformed into a very ordinary style.

"Ah, you're right. It's really too cold here. Let the children follow you first. I'll be a few steps behind and leave a gift for Leviathan here."

Deathstroke said, taking out a small blue square from behind.

Dottie was the last one to step into the circle of light. She turned around and saw Deathstroke throwing the blue cube towards the cabin, and then shooting it with the exaggeratedly large golden spear on his back.

A burst of blue flames exploded, the entire room disappeared in an instant, and the passage below collapsed.

Deathstroke also used the corpse to spell out a line of German on the snow - "Long live Hydra!"

"Why don't you go in? It's very hard for Master Hamil to maintain the portal." Deathstroke came over and let her in.

"Hydra is that mythical creature?"

"This has nothing to do with you. You are sixteen or seventeen years old this year. Think about yourself. Are you going to learn cooking or excavating?"

"???"

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The destination they arrived at was the auditorium of Zhongji Academy. The girls who were originally crowded in the small house did not seem to be too many here.

However, there is heating, sufficient chandelier lighting, and beautiful wallpaper on the walls. The little girls seem very happy.

It's midnight in New York now, and there will be about five hours until dawn. It seems that Hamill will have to talk about geography and time zones in the second period.

"boss."

Gin came over to welcome him, he was here too, didn't he need to sleep in the middle of the night?

"Hamil is enough here at school. Why didn't you go to rest? It's too late now." Su Ming sighed and patted the old man on the shoulder.

Gin is actually helpless. Hamill is a typical scholar and lacks some common sense.

These days, Gin has been in charge of the school's affairs, such as arranging chefs and property management, purchasing teaching materials and logistics supplies, while Vodka and Joes are poaching teachers all over the world...

This is New York after all, and Hamill couldn't find a way to buy hundreds of quilts here.

Gin has many younger brothers who can run errands, but he also has to sit here and take care of things that are too piecemeal.

After hearing Gin's reasons, Su Ming had no other choice. The main reason why he asked Hamil to be the principal was because of his knowledge and fighting ability. He was not here to let him deal with miscellaneous things in the first place.

Su Ming is often not here. Wilson Enterprises must have a strong person in charge. Hamill may not be as good as many people, but you must also think about who is behind him.

"He learns quickly and will get better in a while." Su Ming could only comfort Gin first. After all, he still had to take care of the business side of things, and the burden was indeed too heavy: "Did Lorraine report it?"

"She will come here soon. She has been living in the academy these days. She is probably putting on makeup now, but boss, you'd better change out of your uniform. It's a little early for Deathstroke to appear in front of her."

"It's okay. I'll leave right away. I'll leave this to you first. I have to go out again."

"Okay, how are the classes for these little girls arranged?"

"Give them a holiday first and rest for a while. They have been stressed out for too long and they don't look like children at all." Su Ming shook his head and looked at the crowd below the stage: "Hamil, watch them carefully and don't let them kill anyone. people."

"As ordered." Educator Hamill pushed up his glasses.

"Leave it to you, but you'd better practice your smile. You're too serious." Su Ming shrugged, turned and left through the back door of the auditorium.

"..."

Hamill showed a terrifying expression. It couldn't be called a smile at all, and it only lasted for a short moment.

Gin walked up to the podium and felt dizzy looking at the little girls staring at him below.

"Hello, classmates. I am Mr. Wilson's deputy. Everyone calls me Gin. From today on, you will live here. If you have any questions, you can contact Principal Hamill and your Lorraine. teacher."

"Should we still learn to kill people?" a little girl asked below.

"If you want to continue learning, we have someone who can teach you. But if you don't want to learn, no one will force you. Free choice is the purpose of our school."

Gin replied with a smile on his face, like a kind old grandfather.

In fact, his boss is a free man. There are no rules in this school, except for a strange 'magic book'.

He also took a look at the thick book that the boss handed to Hamill. The preface said, 'Loyalty is not absolute, but it is absolutely disloyal'...

At that time, Gin closed the book with a 'snap'. The brainwashing was too straightforward. This damn thing couldn't be used at all. He had to find a way.