The Death Knell

Maybe he heard the wind, or maybe there was some special sensing device on the Root of Hatred. When Howard landed, the head of state also turned around.

Their noses were almost touching, and the air suddenly became solid. They stepped on the giant statues of the four presidents, and the midnight wind brought a chilling chill.

The Führer did not retreat. He never thought of retreating when he came to the United States.

Howard didn't back away as Deathstroke behind him pressed his palm against him.

The two men with mustaches looked at each other quietly across the purple pointed hats. Howard was more fortunate, because he found that with this mask, the oppressive feeling of the head of state was not so strong.

He had watched the video of the former head of state's speech, and what impressed him the most was the way the short lunatic stood on the podium and delivered an excited speech while spitting.

But now, this person was standing quietly in front of him, feeling an indescribable feeling.

Just when Su Ming walked aside and looked at the two people standing there as if they were frozen, wondering if they would cherish each other and couldn't help blowing a kiss to each other, the head of state spoke first.

"Nice beard."

Howard thought about many possibilities, but he did not expect such an opening. He looked up at the sky, thought for a while, and tentatively answered: "Uh, thank you?"

The head of state turned around, leaving his back, and gradually walked towards the edge of the Presidential Mountain. Looking at the white snow below, he murmured in a mechanical tone: "You know, I also like to grow a beard."

Howard scratched his temples, winked secretly at Su Ming, and said, "The whole world knows this, but you definitely didn't come to the United States to promote fashion ideas this time, right?"

But the Root of Hatred no longer looked at him. His eyes behind the purple hood turned to the side of Deathstroke, and his pointed head slowly nodded: "Deathstroke, the legendary demon, this is the first time we have met. , as people who are both regarded as demon kings, we have some things in common.”

"He's a hero and I'm an enemy, they just have different positions. Being treated as a devil by one's enemies is just a normal thing." Su Ming folded his arms calmly, thinking about the weakness of the head of state.

His memory storage device is backed up wirelessly? Or is it an old-fashioned card? Isn't it also combined with some of Kang's technologies?

"That's good, and that's why hatred comes. After all, you can only be called a hero or a devil only if you have done something, right?" The leader let out a dull mechanical laugh. When he breathed, he was like a black warrior, with The hissing sound of a respirator.

As expected of a head of state, he was still so relaxed and natural when being stared at by Deathstroke.

"So you thought of secretly changing your position and using Faust's ability to turn American heroes into enemies of the American people." Su Ming touched his chin. It is certain that the head of state still has lungs and a brain. The respiratory system still needs to function, which means the blood circulation system should still be working.

It seems that the degree of mechanization is not too high?

"I just borrowed Faust's power. Hydra hollowed out Germany. Most of the men who seemed to respect me have rebelled... Come to think of it, even if World War II is finally won, Germany will no longer be It’s a people’s country, and in a way, I’m glad that it turned out like this.”

Hearing the head of state say such words seriously, Howard opened his eyes and took a few steps back. Is this really the head of state he knew?

A dictator actually has such a consciousness? Is it a lie? Or has the media propaganda misled me?

Howard is smart, but sometimes he thinks too much. Su Ming doesn't feel anything about this. After all, the two sides still have different positions. The head of state can say whatever he likes. It goes in one ear and out the other.

Su Ming patted Howard on the shoulder, asked him to stand back, and said to the head of state: "But your plan also failed. I found a perfect target and did all the dirty work."

The head of state nodded noncommittally: "Yes, a mutant, a perfect candidate for the devil. Under the propaganda of the United States, the people hate mutants just like the German people hated the Jews in the past. There is no difference between the United States and us."

"No, Head of State, there is still a difference. The difference is that the Jews are unable to resist, but the mutants are different." Su Ming laughed. He had planned all this long ago.

Magneto doesn't want allies, so he will use the general trend to force him to find allies. In a few years, by introducing Charles' little bald head to him, he will be able to control the leaders of the two factions of American mutants.

Not to mention complete control, as long as it can influence some of their decisions, the strategy is considered effective.

As long as the White Queen is roped in in the future, the Hellfire Club is dealt with, and Yu Dongfang and Zheng Xian cooperate, then most of the 40k mutants on the planet will be under control.

After the last Attilan incident, Karma Taj now also has considerable influence on the alien conservatives. After all, most of the Terrigen crystals are still in Su Ming's hands. Attilan now only has a few hours. Stone, this stone that inspires superpowers, is their lifeblood.

The more the outside world oppresses aliens and mutants, the more they will move closer to the magical world, which also possesses extraordinary powers but represents neutrality. Who has the final say in the magical world now? Naturally, it’s the death knell of the Sorcerer Supreme.

The greater the ability, the more choices.

Mutants and aliens are the two groups that are most likely to give future generations superpowers. The future of the universe does not necessarily have to take the path of evolutionary transcendence, but Su Ming likes to have choices.

The head of state was obviously startled. Perhaps he did not expect that his plan would fall into the hands of Deathstroke. It turned out that the invisible winner was right in front of him.

But he quickly shook his head and regained his composure: "I originally understood that if you showed up, our plan would most likely fail, but I never thought that you would go along with the flow and get benefits from it. Aren't you an American?"

"The answer to this question, I can only say, I am from Earth." Su Ming smiled and pulled out the weapon in his hand, pushing Howard away who had received too much information and couldn't digest it: "But you also achieved The goal was to use Hydra to defeat Captain America and the American spirit without spending any money."

The head of state smiled. He reached out and grabbed his hood and pulled it off with a little force. Under the cloth hood was a glass jar filled with transparent liquid, with a steel pipe acting as a neck, and various pipes of different colors and thicknesses extending in. The jar was connected to the bottom of his floating head. The black side-parted hairstyle was rippling in the liquid, and his face was already swollen.

When he spoke, a large number of bubbles appeared under the water, and a whirring sound came from the loudspeaker hanging under the jar.

"Faust and Zemo just wanted to take advantage of my status as head of state. However, now that you and I have accomplished our goals, who loses?"

"Haha, yes, who loses?"

Su Ming laughed softly, and immediately swung the weapon in his hand, slashing towards Mustache's neck.

However, the head of state was already prepared. Instead of retreating, he advanced forward and directly put his neck to the blade. With a flash of golden light, the glass jar flew out in a spin and fell towards the bottom of the Presidential Mountain.

The headless corpse fell to the snow with a thud, and a liquid similar to black engine oil flowed from the fracture.

"really......"

Su Ming knew that his information was almost correct. Now that Mustache had undergone mechanized transformation and memory backup, he was not afraid of death at all.

He put away the weapon in his hand. It seemed that the only way to solve the problem was when Howard cracked the system on Mustache and found all the memory backups.

Why do you feel like you're looking for Voldemort's Horcrux?

However, in this era, when computers are still on the drawing board, what method does the head of state use to upload his own memories?

Radio waves? Soul transfer? Quantum communication?

There are so many possibilities.

"Stop pretending to be dead, come here and work." Su Ming turned to shout to Howard, who was lying on the snow not far away, pretending to be dead, and then flew down the cliff to find the head.

But the strange thing is that even if a glass jar falls from a mountain without breaking, it will always leave traces, right? However, the snow below was now flat, with only the bare branches of winter branches emerging from the snow, and the head of the Führer was missing.

At this moment, the Presidential Mountain not far behind him suddenly exploded, and from the smoke and dust formed by several presidents, an extremely huge robot flew out.

The whole body is made of silver-white metal, without a head, only a large screen on the chest, showing the face of the head of state.

Su Ming had seen Transformers with his own eyes, and had also seen Kang the Conqueror's robot armor, but the monster in front of him was really too big. After stretching out his body, the mountains next to him seemed like small slopes. .

Compared with this huge robot, the ultimate ferryman that he had dealt with in the past was almost like a little bird.

"The SSR people are really useless. In the ten years after the war, they actually let others build such a giant machine behind the nose of their president..." Seeing this kind of thing appear, although I have no idea about it. Despite the threat, Su Ming still felt a bit toothache.

However, he also knew that the management of Presidential Hill Park was directly under the Congress, and there were a lot of hydras inside. There were not many ways to conceal the flow of materials or construction activities.

There was the head of state's portrait on the giant screen, the swastika-shaped emblem that looked like the size of the moon, and the Iron Cross flag that looked like a red and black floating river.

The intention of the head of state is obvious. This is not a war machine, but the largest propaganda machine.

This Big Mac can be seen dozens of miles away, and it also has its own sound and light effects. This area is already a famous tourist area. After problems occurred in the city, many people came close to this park to take refuge.

It is conceivable that no one can cover up the appearance of the head of state now. Even if Su Ming solves this machine in the next second, news about this thing will appear in the news of major newspapers or TV stations tomorrow.

Not to mention that what was bombed was Presidential Hill. The four presidents on it were the heroes of the past in the hearts of Americans. So far, Mustache's plan has been fully formed.

Su Ming did not take action immediately, but first caught Howard who fell from high altitude and sent him to a safe place. He was worthy of being a scientist. In this situation, he was still holding the half of the mechanical body in his hand.

"This big robot should be more complete. I want to study it." He also told Su Ming.

"Run, Forrest Gump, run!" Su Ming kicked him in the butt, stuffed him into a car on the roadside, and told him to drive away as far as possible.

Because Mustache is determined to make things big, there must be a big firework before this robot is finished. You must know that in the past, Little Japan was an ally of Germany, and some of their tactics were copied in Germany.

For example, kamikaze attack.