The Death Knell

Watching the angel's leaving figure, Deathstroke was silent for a moment. There was something in his eyes, but the cat squatting on his shoulder couldn't tell what it meant.

In the empty city, there is only the occasional sound of wind. Los Angeles may be the safest city in this incident, because there is almost no big change from usual times, except for the dark clouds in the sky.

There was a demon peeking out at the dark alley, but it quickly shrank back after seeing the death knell. Other than that, it was difficult to see any living things on the street.

Why is there no one on the street? This is probably Lucifer's arrangement. If he wants everyone to stay safe at home, he can completely change people's minds with his own ability.

Satan is so good at manipulating people's hearts.

Although he is proud and always feels that this is cheating and makes the game between him and humans too difficult, he still has to use some skills when they should be used.

"What are you thinking about? Death Knell." The cat couldn't see anything, so it simply asked directly. It rubbed the man's face with the side of its cold belly: "The situation is good now, but why are you not happy?"

Small animals have this ability. They seem to be able to sense human emotions, or are they more discerning?

"Well, things obviously went a little too smoothly." Su Ming turned around and took a sip of the cat. The soft fur always gave people a very good feeling, but then he looked at Deadpool: "Wade, stop rubbing it now. What do you think about this?"

Although Deadpool came out of the big tub, the chili oil on his body was still there. He was currently taking a bath with a bottle of mineral water, hopping and rubbing his body, and making sounds of sucking cold air from his mouth.

"I think~sss~there must be something fishy about this." He couldn't control the burning feeling in his body at all. Although he likes to eat chili peppers, the chili oil has flowed into the anus. This is a different feeling.

The two mouths in the human body can be used interchangeably under certain circumstances, but most of the time they cannot.

"Isn't it good that things are going well, meow?" The cat was a little confused. It also tilted its head and looked at Michael's leaving figure, but his voice was lowered: "Do you think Michael can't be trusted?"

"No angel or devil can be trusted. They are a family. Who knows what deep connection they have with the old man?" Deadpool thought of a good way. He stabbed himself across the forehead with a knife, and then used his left hand to He stepped on his right foot and jumped up suddenly.

With a pop, all his skin came off, just like taking off gloves.

Although this bloody scene is a bit heavy-handed, Deathstroke and the cat have obviously adapted to this situation. The cousin just reminded: "It shouldn't be a big problem for Michael to get some clean clothes to wear, but I have a feeling that this may yes."

"Could it be an 'arrangement'?" Maomao has already thought of it. Although the old man God was held back by Elaine, the two sides should compete at a higher level.

But there are some things, human things, that he can still control.

And because these things are too small, Elaine may not be able to notice them immediately, and the enemy may take advantage of them.

If the words, the crime, and the death of the sole of the foot were originally arranged by God, then he might have prepared a huge trap for the death knell to jump.

"According to my current analysis, the old man seems to have been plotting the 'Great Darkness'. He seems to be profiting from the crisis, but the specific motive is still unclear."

Taking out the soda and taking a sip to moisten his throat, Su Ming said this. He watched Michael in the distance walking up the stairs of the rental house and knocking on the door:

"And as we all know, most of the authority over the concept of 'darkness' currently lies with me."

To be more precise, God's previous 'arrangements' were aimed at Lucifer, not himself. This conclusion of a great and dark plot is relatively easy to see from the perspective of a bystander.

Lucifer's life seemed to be under the arrangement of God, even falling into heaven, and then he became deeply involved in some brotherhood and family relationships.

Unknowingly, I fell into God’s arrangement.

What Su Ming saw was definitely not the whole truth, but it was not difficult to make some inferences based on Lucifer's past experiences.

As a traitor, he can be alive and kicking around, and come to the world and mess around without any trouble. This is inherently evil.

You must know that "God walks on earth as he walks in heaven." The human world is also the old man's territory.

"It doesn't matter what he wants to do, cousin, we are in the mercenary business. We know who the target is, just target him and kill him hard."

The skinless Deadpool looks even more disgusting. His rotten muscles are exposed to the air, and some cancerous blood vessels are branching out like tiny tree roots. Black blood is constantly growing as the heart beats:

"And God will use crises for profit. Are you right about the causal relationship here? Think about the Book of Revelation and the Great Flood. Aren't those disasters caused by God Himself to purify fans?"

Deadpool doesn't understand what it means to preach or something like that, but he knows what internet celebrities are like.

Screening fanatics and screening crystal powder is a logic. Simply put, it is to artificially create some small troubles, and then prove oneself in the troubles.

Regardless of whether the means are dark, black and red are still red.

"Hey, it seems that after you shed this skin, the heat dissipation in your brain has improved." Su Ming almost scratched his eyelids with a lightsaber a few times. He looked at his cousin and said, "You You're right, the old man can't really tell for a logical question, whether the cause comes first or the effect comes first."

Just as the two people and the cat were talking, Michael, who was knocking on the door of the rental house, suddenly disappeared from the place, as if it was refreshed in the next frame, and appeared next to everyone again, the same person. Turning his back to everyone, he looked ready to leave.

The cat didn't speak, and just gave Deathstroke a look. The meaning of this look was also very simple - it really made you right.

Michael was obviously aware of the problem. After all, the space he was in had been changed. This kind of thing would not usually happen to an archangel.

I just knocked on my brother's door, and then something inexplicable happened, so...

He turned to look at Deathstroke and said nothing, but there was a puzzled look on his stern face, obviously asking humans what they thought about this matter.

"Your next move has been blocked, which means you have been excluded from the 'arranged' plan, and Gabriel is still arranging it, so the old man will not let you have contact. My intuition seems not to That’s right, you angels really do have a back-up plan arranged by that old man.”

Even though he said that, Deathstroke didn't look nervous. He even threw a cigarette to the blond angel to let him calm down first.