The Death Knell

"How many times have I told you not to throw things away? If you lift the car and throw it away, what if it hits a child? Even if it doesn't hit anyone, it's still your fault if it hits flowers and plants."

The demonic voice sounded, and the standard German did not make Duzun feel friendly. On the contrary, he felt chills all over when he saw the black and yellow armor.

Su Ming gently put the car on the roadside and patted the dust on the hood lovingly. The Wilson Enterprises logo was even stained.

If Stark Industries lost his car, he wouldn't bother to pick it up. He was so indifferent.

This is not the first time Duzun has seen Deathstroke. He knows what this person's appearance means. Last time, all members of the Super Axis and a group of ice giants failed to stop the opponent for a few seconds, and he captured Iron Cross. .

Teammates generally believe that Deathstroke is not a human being, but some monster in human form. The body covered with tentacles and the weapons that can change endlessly are all things that only appear in nightmares.

Why is it not Captain America but this monster?

Duzun's heart is broken.

"Block him! Block him!"

In order to survive, he immediately ordered the army to block the death knell, while he turned and fled into the ruins of the ruined streets behind him. Flames, smoke, whatever, as long as it blocks the opponent's view.

Su Ming had a thought in his mind, and Strangle immediately stretched out countless tentacles from behind. Each tentacle held a gun and fired at the swarming army.

The flames from the muzzle and the sound of bullet shells falling to the ground were woven into a hymn.

The red blood fell on the dirty snow, making small dark pits, which looked so hot.

The opponent's bullets and rocket launchers were ineffective against him. He instantly rushed out of the crowd, took off and caught up with the escaping Duzun, and continued to talk to him.

"Look, just after I finished talking to you, you threw things around again and embarrassed yourself. Do you want to kill me with your face? Just tell me if you want me to die. If you don't tell me, how will I know? You want to kill me? But you can't kill me. Are you angry? You have to take care of yourself. Being angry can damage your liver. Do you have a liver? How painful is life, and why is death sad? You are a half-mechanized person. Why are you so afraid of death?"

"Get away!" Duzun picked up a huge piece of building debris on the ground, a cement block with steel bars attached, and threw it at Su Ming like a hand axe.

But Su Ming blasted it in the air with one punch, and it didn't even slow down. It was still close to him, just far enough for Duzun to hear the dirty talk.

"Humans are human beings, and machines are assembled by machines. How did you come to be half human and half machine? Do you have relatives? Do you have friends? Do you often feel that you can't sleep at night and have unspeakable secrets? You always feel that in some way Not able to do what you want? By the way, what’s your family’s surname?”

"ah!!!"

Duzun's current feeling is like being entangled by a fly monster, buzzing, buzzing, buzzing...

The key problem is that this fly is much stronger than him, which is very sad.

He let out a desperate roar, and his feet moved three points faster.

Su Ming touched his chin when he saw this. This is indeed a German military product. The quality is reliable. How about getting these mechanical legs...?

However, mechanized legs are useless. Even if they are hugely modified and used to build mechas, history has proven that bipedal robots are just fake.

There is a famous saying that goes like this: 'Legs are just decoration, the big people on them don't understand'.

But whether it's useful or not, let's take it back and let the adjutant look at it first. Transformers should have unique processing methods for their legs. They are also mostly bipedal robots.

It's just that the metal may need to be deformed, and this needs to be considered in the long run.

The red eyepiece flashed a bright light, dragging a long trajectory, entangling the deserters in front like a will-o'-the-wisp.

He allowed Du Zun to run away, and he only used words to harass him, but of course he also had intentions.

There was no need for Si Liu's trash talk to disrupt the opponent's thinking. Originally, Douzun, who knew his strength well, was in a state of panic, but now, the logical confusion amplified his survival instinct.

When a beast is frightened, most likely it wants to go back into its cave? Then run as much as you want and go to your friends, just in time to catch them all.

Except for the Blood Earl, whose immortality is somewhat difficult to deal with, no one else in the Super Axis is an enemy of one.

The legs are mechanized and powered by energy blocks, which is really good. At least he can run faster than Steve and is tireless.

In just a short time, he had gone from Manhattan to Queens, but during this period, the death knell was always floating next to him, and the trash talk never stopped.

The poor Duzun couldn't live or die, so he could only roar and run wildly without answering the death knell's question.

He didn't know what Deathstroke planned to do, but this cat-and-mouse game really made him more and more frightened.

Death may not be scary, but the time when you know you are going to die but can only look at the knife hanging above your head. Deathstroke obviously wasn't going to give him a black eyepatch and let him take one last puff from his cigarette.

The army in the city just now was handed over to Monaco after Su Ming broke out to chase people. The magic prince has the reserve and self-respect of a sorcerer and does not like to attack ordinary people. But when ordinary people plan to kill him, it is a different matter. , I guess it shouldn’t be a big problem.

Then Su Ming can concentrate on tracking the enemy and see where he can take him. It would be best if the super axis all get together, and by killing the help, he can obtain a lot of information at once.

In fact, he had thought about whether Xiaozhu and the others had mastered space teleportation technology, but it didn't seem to be the case at the moment. Duzun was running so hard that the joints of his mechanical legs were smoking, and there was no light beam to respond to him.

However, to his disappointment, Duzun finally stopped at the coast. This is an ordinary place in New York. In the distance is the old dock of Wilson Enterprises. It is not a place where anyone can pick up the ship.

In the end, Duzun had no one to help him, so he could only try to escape by jumping into the sea. It was really sad to think about it. This was a one-way ticket mission.

Running on the high breakwater, the flickering light of the streetlights in the fog made him look even more tragic. He wanted to throw a few harsh words at the death knell before jumping into the sea, but in the end he didn't dare, and just looked at the devil with sorrow and anger. One glance, then jumped into the sea.

"Oh, you're so stupid, hang!"

What followed Duzun into the water was the dense tentacles, which fished him out of the sea like a big net. The symbiote's huge power made him unable to resist at all, and he could only flapping in vain like a fish.

"You are equipped with mechanical legs, not propellers. How can you outrun someone who jumps into the sea..." Su Ming shook his head with regret and sighed as if he was angry. .

"Bah! Monster, don't even think of asking for any information from me!" Duzun grabbed the big net and shouted angrily.

"Oh." Deathstroke nodded, and the red eyepiece flashed: "It seems that you do know some information that you think is valuable. Thank you for the reminder."

The next second, the big black net instantly became sticky, and the density of the mesh gradually became higher, completely wrapping Duzun like a pitcher plant, and then tightened suddenly.

Su Ming took out a cigarette, turned around and looked at the dark sea quietly. The waves were rising one after another, which always made people feel cheerful.

Ten seconds later, Zhuo Zhu handed him a pair of mechanical legs from behind. They were processed very cleanly and the silver metal shone brightly.

At the same time, it also read part of the memory in Duzun's brain and provided it to the host for reference.

"Oh, that's good. Mustache's current base camp is actually on the moon. The person responsible for infiltrating the SSR is Faust, one of the leaders of Hydra. Zemo is also there... I guess See what the trick is all this..."

After World War II, there were many folk rumors that the mustache was not dead.

But some people said he went to South America, some said he went to the Antarctic, and some even said he went to the moon, hiding in the shadow of the crater and looking at the earth.

Many people think it is nonsense to say that he went to the moon, but it seems that Mustache repaired some things left by Kang the Conqueror, such as flying saucers, construction machinery, and outer space survival equipment.

Su Ming took the mechanical leg and put it into his small silk bag. Strangler retracted his body obediently, waiting for the next order.

"Cloak, lock the traces of Monaco's magic. Let's go back and see the battlefield of the street fighting."

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By the time the two met, Monaco had already taken care of everything here. He was sitting on the cement pile of ruins nearby with messy hair, lowering his head and pinching rabbits. The rabbit corpses were piled in a small pile at his feet. Every time he pinched them, One of them pulled his hair heartbreakingly, and it seemed that his pace of baldness had greatly accelerated.

Su Ming landed next to him, grabbed his hand, and slowly shook his head at him seriously: "Save it, the hairline is quite important."

"I, it's okay, leave me alone, leave me alone..." Monaque blew his nose hard and turned his head away.

Su Ming let go of his hand and turned around to check the corpses of the army not far away. The Magic Prince did not know what ultimate move he had used before. All the densely packed enemies on this street were dead, and many limbs were even twitched together, like Dried fish that has lost its moisture.

He bent down and pulled off the gas mask from a corpse, revealing a face full of pain.

Su Ming had no expression on his face. He changed to a taller corpse and took off the gas mask again. This time he nodded with satisfaction and straightened up.

His guess was correct and he found the basis.

"What did you find?" Perhaps in front of others, Monaco tried his best to restrain his sadness. He came from behind and asked Deathstroke.

Su Ming turned sideways to get out of his sight, and pointed at the dead body in the trampled snow: "You can understand by yourself."

"This, is this African?" Skin color is the most distinctive feature, because humans are visual animals: "When did mustaches allow black people to enter the army?"

"He didn't." Su Ming knelt down again, used God Killer to reach through the collar of the corpse, and picked out two metal signs: "Congratulations, the people just killed were all Americans."