The Death Knell

Montgomery, Alabama.

Dr. King stayed in the church for a long time after finishing today's evening prayers. He was still discussing with his friends how to quickly rescue the young black woman who was imprisoned, so that when he returned to his home, it was already It's late at night.

The city is as quiet as ever, and no one here knows anything about what is happening outside.

All the radio stations have light-hearted programs, but the announcers seem to have changed collectively, and the English sounds a bit like German.

Maybe it's an illusion? Dr. King didn't think much about it. He didn't pay much attention to the radio as he drove home. Instead, he was thinking about the future for himself and his compatriots.

"Father! Please talk to us!"

Just when he got out of the car and was about to enter his house, suddenly a few black people walked out of the darkness not far away and stopped him. In the winter night, these people's faces seemed to be frozen, and they laughed. Like fake.

Seeing that he was one of his compatriots, Dr. King had no objection. This was his parish, and a priest was always willing to help others.

"Come into the house with me. It's too cold outside, friends. I'll prepare some hot drinks."

He opened the door and enthusiastically invited a few people to come in and chat with him. Although it was already very late, these people should have something urgent to do when he arrived at this time.

Now he is organizing black compatriots to boycott bus companies in southern states. Southern states have responded, but in some places violent methods have been adopted, such as smashing and burning other people's property.

Dr. King objected to this, perhaps because of internal disagreements that confused people, and he had to explain clearly.

"No, Father, let's just say a few words."

Several black people exchanged subtle glances, and then the leader began to talk to Dr. King.

As the conversation deepened, Dr. King felt strange. The issue these people came to talk to him about was not about skin color, but about the process of holding a wedding in a church?

Is a wedding question worth waiting for so many people to wait until three in the middle of the night?

However, out of his duties as a pastor, he patiently answered their questions. He personally did not support or object to same-sex feelings, but they also had the right to get married in his church, and there was no problem with group weddings.

This is equality.

The faces of several black people turned darker, as if the answer insulted them, but the color in their eyes was not seen by Jin.

"Thank you, Father, for answering our questions. This is our little gift to you."

As he spoke, the leading young man with a very kind attitude took out a long box from his arms, opened it and handed it to Dr. King. Inside was a very high-end-looking cigar.

Not only are the rolled leaves very complete, but there is also a small black and yellow ribbon setting them off. It is a high-end product of Skywalker Tobacco and Liquor Company, a subsidiary of Wilson Enterprises.

"I just did my job and don't need your gifts. God loves everyone, regardless of their skin color and gender." Dr. King politely pushed the gift box away. He could not accept gifts from strangers.

"No, we spent a lot of money to buy this. Smell it, it smells so good."

After the leading young black man finished speaking, he picked up the stick and put it under Dr. King's nose, while several other people vaguely surrounded Dr. King.

Just when he couldn't escape, suddenly a golden light flashed in the night, and a golden boomerang flew from nowhere. Not only did it cut off the young man's hand, but it also put on the cigar while flying back. Brought back the corner location.

"Really? Does it really smell that good? Can I smell it?"

The golden boomerang turned into a scimitar, and was swung in the hands of the person who came, and the stuffed cigar was generously placed under the mask, watching the black and yellow armor smoke. It looked like he was inhaling hard.

The red one-eye lit up from the darkness, and almost instantly, Deathstroke intervened in the crowd, separating Dr. King, who was still dazed with blood on his face, from several others.

"It doesn't smell good at all. Not only does it smell like mushrooms, but it also smells like cold-blooded reptiles." A demonic whisper sounded: "How dare you lie to me if you don't tell me you are a fake? Tell me, how do you want to die?"

"Long live Hydra!"

Seeing the death knell, they knew there was no hope of escape, so they shouted slogans and prepared to blow themselves up.

But it takes a second to say the words "Hey Seaclaw". Do ordinary people who are approached by Deathstroke have one second to do their own business?

Today's Hydra has faith in success and failure in faith. Shouting slogans before death is definitely the worst failure, not to mention the longer version of 'cut off one head and grow two'.

The bright golden sword light flashed, and several people's heads moved in unison. The bright color was so fast that it seemed like a full moon rising in front of the eyes on the retina.

The God Killer instantly cut off the connection between the brain and spinal nerves, and death came so quickly.

"No!"

And when the head fell on the snow, Dr. King's words to stop him had just spoken.

Su Ming turned around and looked at the legendary black man in front of him, and shrugged helplessly: "You're too late."

"Why? Why do you want to kill someone? This is a sin." Dr. King sighed. He was not afraid of murderers. He was a pastor. Although there were not many, murderers could still be encountered in the confessional of the church every year. A few: "They just wanted me to smell their cigars."

Su Ming had a strange expression under the mask. Why did he feel that his words were ambiguous?

However, he still put away his machete, picked up a dead head from the ground and observed: "The cigar is poisonous, I saved you, it's that simple."

"How do you know?" Dr. Jin did not give in, his eyes were full of distrust.

"I won't explain it to you. It's up to you whether you believe it or not. Go home. This is not something you can interfere with." Su Ming raised his hand and took off a mask from the deceased's head, revealing the blond hair and blue eyes underneath. original appearance.

He said he didn't know how to explain, but he still threw the mask and the blond head into the priest's arms. Fortunately, Dr. King was still wearing a black robe, so it didn't look dirty.

Dr. Jin was just kind but not stupid. Seeing that these people were indeed hiding their identities and approaching him at night with evil intentions, he couldn't help but sigh and believed most of the killer.

However, he felt that the other party was a little too harsh: "Who are they? Who are you?"

"We have nothing to do with you. Continue your current career as if nothing happened today." Black tentacles stretched out from behind Su Ming. While Dr. Jin was talking to the host, he strangled and disposed of the body and read them. memory.

The black mucus flowed through, carrying away some things, and the street was instantly clean.

"How could I pretend that nothing happened?!" Dr. Jin held the head in his hands, not knowing whether to drop it or hold it. Nightmares are not so real, right?

Su Ming nodded, as if he understood something, reached out and took away the black human skin mask and the head, hiding them behind his back, and actually handed them over to the strangulation.

"It's okay now, but please remember what I said. Don't chat with strangers on the balcony or on the street. You will be killed by this habit. Don't judge a person by his skin color. There are many people with black skin and white heart. They Not against slavery, only against being a slave and not a slave owner.”

Dr. King was silent. He knew what the current situation was like, and his own affirmative action would inevitably bring hatred from others.

But at least there are people who support him and help him, and he can keep going.

"Why did you come to help me? Even committing murder?"

Su Mingcai was not here specifically to help him. He just couldn't let the conflict between black and white break out at this time. He slowly floated up, flying higher and higher. All the corpses and blood stains on the ground disappeared, and even the snow on the road seemed to have melted. A big chunk.

"Don't ask me for an answer, ask yourself, what is your dream? Go and make it happen."

After saying that, he suddenly accelerated and disappeared into the night. Strangler had read the key information, and it had found Faust!

Deathstroke's slow take-off, the golden weapon, the black shadow spread out like wings behind him, and the ability to come and go without a trace all made Dr. Jin's mouth wide open.

Is this an angel?

The legendary angel was white, but God showed another possibility before Himself!

It turns out that black and yellow people can also be angels. Black and yellow people also have the right to ascend to heaven. This must be the case, right? ! This is God’s divine revelation to him regarding the matter of equal rights!

Dr. King returned home with excitement, closed the door, and did not go to the bedroom to find his sleeping wife. Instead, he walked to the study on the third floor, looked through the glass at the sky where the death knell had disappeared, and murmured to himself:

"Dream... I have a dream..."

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Little did he know that the one he regarded as an angel was currently playing tricks on a group of people using devilish methods.

When Su Ming found Faust, the gentle and gentle leader of Hydra was waiting for news in a farm not far away in the suburbs. Perhaps in his view, after laying out the affairs of Washington, D.C. and the SSR, he sat down It is a sure thing that the plane will arrive here to carry out the mission.

An ordinary person, even a leader who represents many black people, is still an ordinary person.

The mushrooms he brought from Africa were originally a material for voodoo. After dozens of generations of careful cultivation, they amplified the ability to hypnotize humans, making them obey orders like living corpses.

So he waited on the farm, waiting for his men to bring Dr. King.

When Su Ming touched the area, he found that it was a large farm that probably grew corn. Many dry corn stalks were still standing in the snow, like dense curtains.

Faust's men installed many lighting fixtures on the farm, powered by several generators, to illuminate every part of the vast farm as a defensive measure.

The two-story building in the center of the farm is Faust's temporary command post. There are some newly erected tents around it, which look a bit awkward on the snow. The door of the barn in the distance was locked, and I didn't know what was stored inside. There were people patrolling around there, and there were some hidden sentries.

Su Ming, hiding in the darkness, touched his chin.

Farm, dark night, many generators, this scene feels a bit familiar. It seems that Faust is really considerate and prepared a good game for Deathstroke.

It's just that it's not yet dawn, so it's not perfect, but I'll just make do with it.