The Death Knell

After all, Faust couldn't run anymore. When he saw a bald clown in front of him holding a balloon and jumping toward him, he could only lean against a big tree and shoot the pistol in vain. of bullets.

But it was useless, he couldn't even pop the opponent's balloon. The big red balloon was so bright in the winter forest.

He closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate and gave up resistance. His various chemical or biological agents were completely ineffective against the various monsters that followed him, and his psychological tactics were even more useless. The few remaining men were all killed not long ago. All died, and only he was left.

Now, everything is at its wits end.

Seeing his performance, Su Ming, who was dressed as Pennywise from the clown's soul, also knew that it was almost done. Along the way, Faust not only encountered the Predator, but also the Hatchet, the Slender Ghost and the Candy Man.

These American Horror Stories are repeated in turn, and all the horror scenes from future movies are staged. How can people in this era stand this?

Most of the current movies are about vampires or murderers, and they are far from the level of "human monsters" in the future. Faust suffered a loss of imagination, or it could be said that he suffered a loss of intelligence. They didn't know that Deathstroke could transform.

Zemo might know, but he didn't say anything. After being betrayed as an outcast, there was no way he could share the information. The Führer and Faust thought his bargaining chip was the Super Axis Team, but in fact the intelligence in his mind was the most valuable.

Faust was not crazy, but he was on the verge of a mental breakdown, so much so that he could no longer control his limbs. On the one hand, they are exhausted, on the other hand, they have lost hope of escape. People still rely on hope to live.

In fact, if he didn't want to be the president of the United States and jump out to do these messy things, he could obviously continue to be the director of SSR. Deathstroke would not bother to care about him.

But there is no shame in dying chasing your dreams.

Without talking to him any more nonsense, Su Ming handed him the balloon in his hand, and a big mouth full of fangs suddenly appeared on the balloon, biting off Faust's head in one bite.

"Puff!" The sound of high-pressure liquid splashing came, and the snow and trees were also dyed dark.

"Hmm... there is no useful information. It seems that the head of state still has something to hide." After waiting for a few seconds, as the memory was transferred to the host by strangulation, Su Ming sighed, picked up the headless body and returned to the farm. Hang him on the hook too.

Strangler also gradually changed back to the black and yellow armor, and a small black bag popped out from the host's shoulder, with a pair of half-moon-shaped eyes on it, which looked very cute.

Su Ming touched its head and walked towards the barn where the door was still locked. He always felt that there was less to admire when he acted alone. The stand-up comedy was indeed less interesting. He and Strangler had the same thinking, and there was nothing interesting about it.

The body after the leader's self-destruction should have been destroyed, but somewhere, a new root of hatred must have been activated at the same time. What were the steps in between?

If you can find this link, even if you don't know how Mustache copies himself, you can still find his memory backup.

But Su Ming wanted to kill Mustache, but he didn't want to use the Time Stone. The price was too high, and he was still recovering from his injuries.

Otherwise, find someone to negotiate terms? Or start with the raw materials of giant robots and follow the clues?

While thinking about it, he casually broke the chain on the barn door and poked his head in to see that the warehouse was full of mushroom bags and shelves.

Faust may have planned to control Dr. King first, and then use him to control other black groups, spread these spores, and start the American Civil War.

But now that the other person is dead and the mushrooms are useless, they all fall into Su Ming's hands.

Looking at these beautiful red and white fungi, Su Ming touched his chin. He had no idea about these things.

Controlling others is great, but in the Marvel world, numbers are just numbers.

The way to counteract mind control is as simple as having a robot. If nothing else, the seemingly simple Shiva robot can completely defeat the controlled ordinary people.

Letting others truly agree with your point of view is more reliable than these crooked ideas.

Take it back to Kama Taj and study it. If it doesn't work, give it to Hamil and Xiao Wang to see if there is any way to make it into a dish.

"Heimdall! Come help me move the mushrooms!"

Really, I have no eyesight at all, and my big eyes are blinded in vain. Su Ming had been watching the mushroom stand for a long time, and he didn't want to take the initiative.

So it wilted, and some rainbow bridges swinging like noodles enveloped the barn.

.....................

Monaque woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Modu sitting not far from the bed, looking at him with a salty expression.

While watching, Modu took palm oil and rubbed it on his chest. The black chest hair on the black skin was all stuck together, shining brightly under the yellowish light.

The Magic Prince retched, and he immediately protected his heart while touching his pants with his other hand.

Fortunately, nothing went wrong.

He closed his eyes and took a breath, covering his head and sitting up from the bed: "You should wear a coat in winter, you always wear a black belt like an idiot."

"No need, Master Monarch, this is a kind of practice. Now I feel peace from my heart." Modu showed a smile, as if Monaco's scolding made him feel comfortable.

Monaco shuddered and waved his hand: "Stop, stop talking. I don't know how Deathstroke brainwashed you, but I'm not interested at all."

Modu stood up in a very Buddhist manner and lifted up his tight leather pants: "Now that the master has woken up, I will leave first. My friends in Philadelphia are still waiting for me. There is a city full of friendship. City."

"Philadelphia? I remember, I will stay away from him in the future." Watching Mordu open the portal and disappear, Monaco said with a long face, looking at his back.

"Love and peace! Kira!" Modu heard his words, suddenly turned around with a smile, jumped on one foot lively with an orchid finger, replied in a rough tone, and then closed the portal and left.

"Hey!" The Magic Prince looked disgusted, as if he had seen something dirty, and rubbed his eyes desperately.

Although Mordo's magical strength has not changed much, and can only be regarded as a small improvement over the years, but for some reason, Monaco feels extremely uncomfortable both physically and mentally when he sees Mordo now.

That sense of oppression and intimidation is like some kind of evil god...

He sat on the bed, rubbed the big bump on the back of his head where Deathstroke had hit him, and sighed.

Looking back now, the things that accidentally killed the army must have been covered up. After the death knell knocked him unconscious, he must have arranged everything according to his dark habits.

Really, if I had known better, I wouldn't have objected. Anyway, I had to listen to him whether I agreed or not, so I was beaten in vain.

By the way, is that weapon a pan? Why is Deathstroke so good at hitting people with a pot? I have lived for hundreds of years and have experienced hundreds of battles, but I was so stunned that I didn't have time to react at all.

After sighing for a while, I don’t know how much time passed, but the quiet room was once again disturbed by the sound of the door being pushed.

Turning around, he saw Deathstroke holding a red mushroom in one hand as a microphone, dancing a dance he called himself "New Treasure Island", and sliding in sideways and step by step from the door: "Good Monaco, come here quickly Can you tell me if this is voodoo material?"

Monaco covered his face and lay down on the bed, his eyes dull like a walking zombie. A sad roar echoed in his mind - 'Kama Taj is hopeless, Master Gu Yi, I have a heavy responsibility! ’

Seeing him fall down like a sack, Deathstroke under the mask smiled slightly. Sure enough, pretending to be crazy and dancing was very effective. Monaco forgot about being knocked unconscious by himself, and the plan passed...