The Death Knell

The city was messy, a scene of the end of the world, but when Su Ming and his team found Miss Drew, the black widow of Earth 1610, this woman was still sleeping at home happily.

As a female clone of Peter Parker, she seems to have copied the characteristics of sleeping in?

Not really.

With all the wine bottles and medicines piled up in her rental house, if she hadn't breathed, Su Ming would have thought that he had come to the scene of a suicide case.

The living environment of the female agent is not bad. The house she rented is an apartment in the Upper East Side. Because it is a wealthy area, the security force here is not weak, and the speed of police dispatching is super fast, so the zombies on the street are all affected by those People who make noises are attracted away. She is a person who sleeps quietly at home, but she is fine at this time.

"The whole bottle of sleeping pills is delivered with whiskey." Jessica picked up a small bottle on the bedside table and shook it. There was nothing empty in it, and said with a crooked little mouth: "If she wasn't a transformational person, she should have been taken by now. Heaven."

Miles was sad. The little black spider tried to wake up the woman on the bed, pushing her shoulders continuously, and looking sadly at the death knell and said:

"It's all my fault. I never thought that she was not as strong as she seemed, and she was used to overdosing to escape reality. It was obvious that she had been taking care of me, like a sister, I thought... "

"She is a clone rejected by the mainstream views of human society, and an assassin used by Nick Fury to clean up opponents." The death knell leaned against the window with a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the street scenery outside: "The psychological pressure is very high. Normally, after all, if you kill women and children every day, you will definitely not be able to bear it."

"Oh? It’s a bit wasteful. When in Asgard, the soldiers would kill the enemy and then **** their wives and children back. When their wives and children are raised, the Assa Protoss is so strong. Of course, if If it's a boy, it's best not to exceed calf height."

Rocky walked around the room with great interest. She bent down to observe every bottle of wine she could see, as if she could not help but feel happy at the thought of a joke.

"General Fury will order the women and children to be attacked?"

Mere Miles was a little unbelievable. He found a cloth and was going to the bathroom to get some water to wipe Drew's face.

"Don't use the toilet water, it has been contaminated, here is this for you." Su Ming threw a bucket of pure water from his pocket and motioned to the little black spider to use this: "In fact, it's easy to understand, for example, If there is a task for you to kill a heinous drug dealer who has killed thousands of people in the past, after killing him, would you choose to spare his wife and children?"

Myers scratched his head and replied while dampening the cloth: "I will not kill, but will hand the drug dealer to the police and let the law judge him."

"Congratulations, the drug dealer will be released on parole or parole for medical treatment with the help of a lawyer the next day, and then the whole gang will start to hunt you endlessly, your friends, your acquaintances, your neighbors, and even The neighbor’s pet dogs are all dying."

The Jumbo Girl immediately took the conversation. Although she was laughing, her tone was full of mockery, as if she was mocking Miles' innocence.

It’s not that Jessica, who lives in the Hell’s Kitchen, has never seen a white lotus that is unstained from silt, but it’s a pity that only those with big fists can make the rules of the game. Those good people with simple ideas are swallowed up by Hell’s Kitchen. Nothing left.

In any chaotic place, it is safest to use money to play other people's games, and nosy will never end well.

Speaking of it, a new immigrant friend Daredevil knew died in the past two days. It seems to be outraged? Can't remember, and Matt still actively wants to help him investigate the identity of the murderer?

The cause of his girlfriend Erica's death has not been found out yet.

Jessica thought that might be some people's warning to Matt, but Daredevil didn't seem to understand it at all and wanted to investigate the cause of Shangqi's death.

A man who was able to make a master of martial arts die at home was unclear. Even the autopsy report given by the police after the identification was "hiccuped to death". No clues were left at the scene. This kind of force was provoked by a private lawyer. NS?

It's okay if you don't check it, if you check it, Jessica thinks Matt will probably die too.

But die, die. It's none of her business anyway. Although she has had some dealings, there is nothing to say about herself and the man who is full of paranoia and justice.

After hearing the girl's words, Miles pressed the cloth he was going to wipe the face of the black widow on his face, and wiped his sweat first:

"This is too dark. Does it have to be solved by extreme means?"

"Some people are unreasonable. If you think you are very eloquent, then you go out and talk to the zombies on the street, so that they don't eat people?" Jessica still looks daunting, using a big backhand. The thumb points outside the window.

"Oh." Miles realized that he had wiped his face, and silently washed the cloth again, trying to wake the sleeping woman with cool water.

Regardless of what the girl said, Miles still insisted on his bottom line, that is, not to kill.

The sleepy black widow seemed to be covered with soaked cloth on her face and couldn't breathe. After struggling for a few times, she finally woke up, sat up abruptly and pulled off the fabric on her face, exasperated. Staring at Miles:

"I'm not dead yet, are you going to cover my face?"

"That's not the case, Miss Drew, Mr. Death Knell is here, and there is something wrong with our earth, get up and take a look." The little black spider waved his hand again and again, indicating that it was a misunderstanding, because the woman took the gun under the pillow easily. Also taken out.

The black widow turned her head and saw the death knell smoking a cigarette beside the window, and the man under the black and yellow armor waved his hand at her:

"Hi, Good Evening."

The female agent froze for a while, then sighed, wiped her face with the cloth, and jumped off the bed.

She didn't even change her clothes before going to bed. She was wearing a tights uniform. Now she just grabbed the blindfold from the side and put on: "What happened? Aren't the heirs dead?"

"Come and see the outside by yourself, don't speak loudly." The death knell hooked your fingers. After all, things like zombies are more impactful when you see them with your own eyes.

Sure enough, the woman came to the window suspiciously, looked out, and suddenly froze in place.

The rotting corpses were moaning unconsciously, marching towards the place where there was noise coming from afar. The dense blue-gray heads could not be seen at a glance, and the streets were filled with them.

The female agent immediately squatted down, leaning her back against the wall under the windowsill, and raised her head to ask the death knell: "What's going on? How did the zombie leave Mexico and appear in New York?"

"This is not the original kind of zombies on your planet. This is a virus spread in the multiverse." The death knell snapped his fingers, and the cloak that went out for a ride to find something to eat immediately returned to the window. He turned over and jumped out of the window and sat down. Back to the flying carpet: "Let's go, we will explain on the way, first go to Nick Fury."