The Death Knell

With the lightsaber shot, the mirror in front of him cracked like a waterfall, and a strong spatial disturbance hit, sucking the flying carpet and passengers in like a toilet.

All they could feel was a flash in front of them, and everyone found themselves above a bustling city. It was night, but there was a lot of traffic everywhere.

"This is...New York?" Wade stood up from the flying carpet, set up an arbor and looked at the coastline in the distance. Sure enough, he saw the statue of a goddess holding a torch: "I didn't expect this to exist in the cube."

While talking, he turned around to look, but there is no mirror-like wall behind everyone? It's just a night view from another direction.

"Adjutant? Are you there?"

Su Ming, who threw off his mask, didn't panic. He knocked on his ear first, trying to contact the adjutant.

There was still no reply, but this way he knew that he was still in the enemy's territory.

He nodded and patted his cloak to indicate to find a place to land. There is a human city here, so you can go down and see what kind of universe this is.

Who is the mysterious enemy that needs to be faced this time is not yet known, but judging from the skills shown by the other party before, it is normal to have their private universe.

Deathstroke never thought that what he could do would be impossible for others, because the universe is vast, and capable people may emerge from anywhere.

Regardless of whether the current world is closed in a cube box or not, it seems to be developing well.

The magic floating cloak sent everyone to an alley at the order, and Su Ming asked Hangsha to change into a suit, and signaled the others to hide in the invisible barrier propped up by Jaina first and follow them. As for Deadpool who was strongly opposed to approaching, there was no other way but to let him stay by his side and stay away from the girls.

Su Ming's goal is the bus station, which is the easiest place to find newspapers in the city. Many office workers like to buy a newspaper and wait for the bus. After reading it, if there is no content that interests them, they just throw it on the platform. .

"Oh my god, my man, you're picking up other people's discarded newspapers, can't we just buy one for ourselves? Or you give me ten seconds and I goug out these people's eyeballs?" Night bus There were still a lot of people on the station, and Deathstroke's well-dressed but trash-picking behavior attracted a lot of attention. These playful and discriminatory gazes made Deadpool feel a little embarrassed, and he wanted to kill all of them.

"No need, my stupid Odoudou, since I dare to do such a thing, I don't care what others think." Su Ming took out a newspaper from the trash can and shook it in his hand: "Let's talk , since you can read newspapers for free, why spend your own money?”

"A newspaper doesn't cost much. If you are so rich, you still need to be stingy on it. Grandet doesn't even know how to do it." Wade sighed, but they were still next to his cousin, and the two of them were on the bench at the bus stop. sat down.

But my cousin is right, you can also read free newspapers, but it would be even better if you can grab a mobile phone.

First look at the news on the front page, um, it should be today's newspaper, if it hasn't smelled yet, it means the news is still fresh.

"Fabio Mendoza escaped during the prison transfer last night. All six police officers in charge of the transfer were killed. The scene was horrible"

Su Ming crossed his legs, feeling the wind in the city at night with the smell of car exhaust, read the newspaper by the neon lights on the roadside, and admired the photos of the victims. Journalism in this world has very few restrictions :

"According to sources, Mendoza, nicknamed 'Mano,' and serving ten life sentences for the murder of 120 people, was a member of the famous 'Hound Dog Gang,' described by the D.A. as 'savvy and cunning. The pervert, "There is only one born killer in five hundred years, his existence is a threat to all good citizens..."

Deadpool poked his head, he glanced at the photo on the newspaper, blinked a few times: "Oh, look, there is a lunatic, although I don't know which world this is, but I picked up a newspaper and said a lunatic I guess cousin, you must like it very much.”

For no other reason than that this Earth looks dark, very much to Slade's tonality.

"The name Fabio, I have a little impression. I must have heard of it before, but it should be a small person not worth mentioning." Su Ming shook his head. He has no interest in this person, and what he wants to investigate is the current universe. Condition.

"That's right, it's a pity that a little person who is not popular will never attract anyone's attention."

Rubbing his hands on his buttocks, Deadpool's eyes turned to the direction of no one, and he began to talk to himself again:

"The veterans should have seen it too. We have now entered a new world, and it is a world controlled by a mysterious black hand. The people here... seem to have bad intentions. Have you noticed? Their salty eyes seem to be always Watching women **** me, boys really need to protect themselves when they go out.”

He still cares about the eyes of those people. He has been to countless bus stations. If Adu’s taxi is inconvenient, he will always choose public transportation such as bus or subway, but he has never looked at the faces of other passengers waiting for the bus. I've seen that look.

Generally speaking, people are numb and indifferent. If you were waiting for the bus and saw a scavenger picking up bottles in the trash can, would you laugh at him?

No, most people will just turn a blind eye, look away, continue to spend time on their mobile phones, and go to the Internet to watch more interesting things.

But the people here are different, from when my brothers arrived on this platform to now when they sat down and finished reading a headline, those people still stared at them, and some even secretly swallowed their saliva.

What kind of disease is this? Dawn of the Dead? Anyway, Deadpool feels very bad~www.NovelMTL.com~ He is still not as dark as his cousin.

"Never mind, Wade, just take a look at this second edition."

Taking out a cigarette to smoke, Su Ming handed him the newspaper in his hand, turned to the second page, and pointed with his finger:

"San Pieso's skull was stolen from a Mafia family in Italy last week, and rumor has it that it has made it to New York, USA, and now it seems to be the hottest treasure hunt topic in town. It goes to show that people in this world prefer money , not your brains or your flesh, you can rest assured that they are just staring at you."

"Okay, but who is San Pieso?" Deadpool looked at his cousin's face, and then turned his head to look at the invisible direction of the girls: "I only have the education level of elementary school, who of you has studied history or theology?" Better?"

"Don't ask them, because even I haven't heard of San Pieso. This may be a special product, but I'm a little interested when I mention the skull. Let's go find it and see if it's the one we thought."

Smiling, he stood up and asked his cousin to put away the newspaper. Deathstroke wanted to make a guest appearance as a treasure hunter. Latest URL:

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