The Death Knell

A few girls made a fuss, separated the spider silk from the bug, and scolded the bug again.

Peter was a bit wronged. When he was in contact with the spider silk, his mind was blank, and he didn't remember what he did.

But he was raised by Aunt Mei, and he had known for a long time that when a woman was angry, he had better not say anything.

"Mr. Wilson."

He avoided the girls in a desperate manner, and walked to the death knell awkwardly to say hello.

"Hehe, it seems that I delayed you from getting to the base, but I suggest you don't show it to others when you experience it for the first time."

The wicked Supreme Master spoke in a narrow tone, and pressed his elbow against Peter's shoulder.

The bug flushed, almost as red as the color of his uniform. He lowered his head and rubbed his fingers: "Actually, I didn't mean that. I just can't control myself."

"I know, it's really hard for teenagers to be considerate when they are on the adrenaline."

The death knell had an expression that he knew everything without explaining.

"Ugh......"

Peter sighed. He knew he couldn't tell, but in fact, he seemed to lose control when he smelled the scent of the spider silk, and he didn't remember anything. There must be something wrong with this.

Still don't talk, think carefully about how to prove that you are not a pervert, you have to use rigorous scientific research to convince the girls.

The girls pulled the spider silk to the side and muttered, they could hear with the hearing of the super soldier, but they were nothing more than teasing and ridicule between the little girls.

The spider silk face was covered with red cloth, and she stomped and twisted, trying to prove that she just couldn't control her body and mind, and she didn't sneak away.

But the girls didn't believe it, they said it was love.

The brain is blank, the heart is beating wildly, the face is red, and the ears are red, and it is the performance when you meet someone you like.

Spider silk refused to admit it, she tried to divert the subject and asked them when the death knell came.

But Marshall insisted on letting the spider talk about what it was like to be ‘pressed’, causing the girls to laugh and scold her as a shameless little bitch, but in fact everyone wanted to listen.

In this way, the girls said a few words, made a fuss for a while, said a few more words, then laughed and slapped each other, just tossing back and forth for a long time.

After a long time, they walked back together hand in hand and continued the topic with the death knell.

Su Ming introduced them to a good coach, the one that charges a lot, and that is the master of imitation.

Although he is a mercenary and kills people, he can also imitate other people's ‘non-killing martial arts’. At the same time, he is very good at teaching students. When he doesn’t have a mission, he takes a combat training class himself.

Black girl Liz is rich, and her father recently gave her a lot of pocket money, so she is willing to invite everyone to go to class together.

Although he still has scruples about the dark world of mercenaries, the death knell said that he would be wise to imitate the master after he had gone.

"thank you!"

The children sent their sincere thanks to the death knell.

So the matter was settled happily.

Separating from the teenagers, Su Ming also felt a lot more relaxed looking at the happy smiles on their faces. Anyway, compared to the indescribable ancients, humans looked more pleasing to the eye.

Well, the multiverse may have been a little bit turbulent recently, so as to prevent spiders from crawling and hanging in their webs.

Call back to the master imitator and let him practice these children to death, to the level of a collective coma in class.

Thinking of these arrangements, he left the sinkhole and returned to New York, where he became Clark Kent's appearance in a telephone booth outside a remote alley, with a briefcase turned into by strangulation, disguised as an office worker.

"Adjutant, are there any acquaintances near me?"

He closed the door of the phone booth, patted the dust on his hands, looked at the crowds of black young men on the street, wandering around with pistols on their backs, and asked about the situation near the adjutant.

This is New York, and you can always see all kinds of masked people when you go out, just as natural as seeing a dung sheller on a farm.

"Yes, sergeant, turn left at the intersection ahead 200 meters, and there is a dimensional entrance of the'Heroes Cafe'." The adjutant projected a map onto the death knell's retina, using strangulation as a medium of course.

"Speaking of Heroes Cafe... how did Batman fool you?" Su Ming walked quickly towards that side.

"He pretended to be Diana, almost exactly the same. I didn't expect that he would have no bottom line. Who would be a decent superhero who could wear women's clothing?" The adjutant was a bit speechless. She was only blinded for a while, but after all, she made a mistake and got drilled. Loopholes.

"He has never been a superhero. He is a mental patient. Only the bottom line he believes is the bottom line. It would be grossly wrong to speculate on him with moral ethics, mainstream views of society, or the law."

The death knell understands the bats' methods. It is not a fanciful idea, but it is still useful.

The adjutant shook his head: "The database has been updated, and he won't have a second chance."

"Don't be so serious, don't play games with him, just let the flow go, I can handle it...eh? There are really a few acquaintances drinking coffee here, courage enough, such a strange shop. Dare to enter?"

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

"I always feel that this store is gloomy, with a dark feeling that seems familiar, but unspeakable."

With a coffee cup in his hand, Xingjue was squeezed in the center of the deck by his teammates, his expression always worried.

How to say it, the decoration in this store is very high-grade, even the door handles are gilded, the antique bar looks at least three hundred years old, and the mahogany has a heavy and dignified feeling.

The spacious floor-to-ceiling windows allow you to see pedestrians and vehicles on the street. The sun also enters the shop through the windows, and the wax on the wooden floor is shining.

But the combination of these things makes Xingjue have a strange feeling...

It's like entering some ancient tomb.

This is his instinct after being a space predator, after digging hundreds of ruins over the years, some dark things are surging in the corners, mysterious and unknown.

"Fuck! I'm burning to death!" The little raccoon dropped the coffee cup, stuck his tongue out and fanned it with his furry paws: "How can humans like to drink this kind of thing? It's bitter and smelly. Isn't it good for us to go to a bar?" You have to come here, I really want to put my big gun in your mouth, Peter."

Rocket is not a raccoon, he is much more dangerous than a raccoon, and he is more swearing than a raccoon. Although uukanshu.com is only one meter tall, he always insists that he has the largest gun.

"I don't know who comes in and throws out a large stack of dollars to taste coffee, just like never taking dollars." Peter hinted something strangely.

"Fak squid, Peter, Fak squid, when you play a pistol when you say Kamora's name in the future, I will never cover you again."

"We were playing against an interstellar tentacle monster. I did hope that Kamora could cover me when shooting with the elemental pistol, but she didn't hear it. You covered me, but you should not be so misunderstood. Fuck!" Xingjue put his Walkman on the table and pointed his **** at the raccoon speechlessly.

The raccoon also raised his **** to the captain and took back his cup.

Although Xingjue's words were awkward, the truth was correct, the money was paid, and even if he was crying, he had to finish the ten pots of coffee.

On the table in front of everyone, there were two rows of ten pots of coffee. This store does not look like the decoration is so high-end, but there is no coffee from any famous origin.

After throwing out so much money, people will use the amount to make up for it.

"I don't think it's quite right either." The mentioned Kamora was very calm. She tilted her legs and straightened her hair around her ears. She looked at the earth humans on the street outside the window, perhaps thinking of her hometown: "But I Guess, it's probably because this shop is called Hero Cafe, but we are not heroes, so there is something imaginary, right?"

"Aren't we heroes?"

Drax was huge, and he sat in the seat of two people with one butt. After hearing Kamora's words, she raised her head in surprise, and both fingers holding the small coffee cup were stiff.

"I'm Groot." The Treant had a bigger butt. He sat in the seat of three people, threw the coffee cup and coffee into his mouth, and said something unclear.