The Death Knell

A few days later, Long Island, New York.

With the warm sunshine shining on his body, Su Ming sat quietly behind his desk, sitting in front of him in an almost paralyzed posture.

He squinted as he watched the adjutant quietly upgrade the program, and also watched Gin happily move around the room, moving the trophies he brought back here and there.

Asgardians are always interested in trophies, no matter what they are, as long as they are taken from the battlefield, Gin likes them very much.

"Boss, can the fragments of the gods be used to forge weapons?"

Gin picked up the piece of heel that Su Ming had dug out and looked over it. Like the original body of the alien species, it was a piece of dazzling red metal.

"I can't tell. I don't know that there is a furnace that can melt the shell of the god at this time. After all, it is safe and sound in the sun. Maybe you can go to the dwarf country to find someone you know."

Gin tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said 'hmm', put the metal down with a smile, and then looked at a set of armor on the side.

It was a set of antiques and magic equipment knocked out from the Holy Shield Brotherhood. The specific situation still needs to be identified by Karma Taj. Anyway, Su Ming did not believe what the Holy Shield said.

Although this set of armor looks as shiny as silver, it is just not the Nordic style of the Valkyrie, but more like a sculpture full of artistic beauty.

It stood there like a goddess, with a slender waist and tall chest. Small decorative metal flowers were dotted everywhere. The mask was a delicate female face, with two deep red marks under the eyes, as if blood and tears were shed.

It feels...somewhat strange and evil, as if a ghost is living in the armor.

After the adjutant's initial inspection, it was made of just ordinary steel. Cloak thought it was fine. What was valuable was the full set of advanced enchantments on the armor.

"Don't rush to put it on yet. I'll ask Hamil and Monaco to take a look at it for you. Safety first." Seeing that Gin seemed to be planning to take off her clothes and change into equipment, Su Ming stopped her.

"Really?" Gin sniffed the armor with her little nose. She also noticed a problem: "This armor... smells so good."

"Is it the smell of fried chicken? Or the smell of earth?" Su Ming walked over with a smile and put his arms around Gin's shoulders. The two stood in front of the armor and looked up and down.

This equipment was covered in dust when I got it back. What else could it smell like except earthy smell?

Gin rolled her eyes at him, hugged his waist and pulled him forward, letting him smell it. Then she looked at Su Ming with a puzzled expression with a smile.

"Smells?" Su Ming frowned. This armor smelled like flowers.

"It smells good." Gin hugged the armor and replied happily. As a warrior, she had naturally worn armor in the past. No matter what kind of beauty she was, the armor would always smell like sweat when she came back from a battle.

Now this suit of armor obviously does not have this problem, and she is very satisfied. Maybe after wearing the armor, people will also become more fragrant.

"Don't be in a hurry to wear it. The problem with this armor is no longer something Hamil and the others can solve. I'll contact Mysterio, Satana and Hela and ask some hell lords to come over and take a look."

"Well, if it doesn't fit, I'll have to find a blacksmith to change it. It's best to deal with the problem of the God's fragments together. I don't want to run back and forth." Gin still suppressed his urge to try on the new equipment.

Su Ming nodded, walked back to his desk and started to call Hamil. He held the phone under his head and said to Gin: "Safety comes first. If this armor doesn't work, I'll find you a better one."

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In the boundless universe, there is still that little floating island

The observer with a huge head has just finished his description. In his eyes, the earth still looks the same.

But he knew that everything had changed, but he didn't say it, he was just an observer.

The small humanoid recorder flew back to his shoulder: "A complex planet where multiple organisms coexist. This is a valuable record."

He took out a ball of light from his chest, which was its 'tape'.

"As I said, there are still many things I need to learn...I can't define this world." The observer narrowed the light in his eyes and focused his attention on the recorder again. On the body, he has completed the task.

The observer stated his opinion, a theory, just as he always did.

"Okay, I have to go back and return to eternity. Earth, it's so interesting..." The recorder sighed mechanically, and then he disappeared into the sky in an instant.

The observer looked back at the earth and nodded slightly. He didn't know what he was agreeing with, but he quickly turned around and left. He still had more things to observe.

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A major event has happened in Wakanda in the past few days, which has caused all tribes in the entire country to mobilize and conduct a blanket search of all dense forests and mountains within the country.

Even if there is a bubble under the swamp, a spear must be used to dig into it to explore the actual situation; even if the wind blows the leaves, the guards will turn them over to see if there is any villain hiding.

No one complained, because the lost things were almost the foundation of Wakanda's livelihood. Once those treasures flowed into the outside world, the consequences would be disastrous.

The old, current king wore the uniform of a Black Panther, a garment made of dark leather that did little more than provide a modicum of bulletproofing.

There is also a colorful blanket full of ethnic style around his waist, and colorful beads hanging around his neck, like a small garland.

His name is Azzuri, and he is the most talented and capable king Wakanda has ever seen.

The so-called ability does not mean how strong his fighting power is, but that he is very good at governing the country. Even the White Ape Tribe, which has always had religious disputes with the Black Panther Tribe within the country, is now willing to obey his orders.

He is a generous elder who can come up with policies that satisfy everyone. At the same time, he is also a just and strict king who determines the laws of Wakanda.

'Azru the Wise' is his title. The people do not call him Black Panther, but worship him as a new god.

But now, the wise man wandered around a cave distractedly.

This secret cave was originally used to grow heart-shaped grass. This mysterious herb is very precious. It took countless generations of careful cultivation and meticulous care before a small patch was planted in the cave.

But now, there are only a few scattered trees left, and more have disappeared. The small field seems to have been attacked by wild boars, and the soil has been turned up.

Countless heart-shaped grasses disappeared.

"Didn't you see anything the night before yesterday?" Azru squatted on the edge of the field. In addition to him, there were some people in the cave who were responsible for taking care of the heart-shaped grass.

"Yes, Your Majesty, we didn't find any movement, let alone taking away so many herbs, at least a big car is needed."

A black man lay on the ground crying and replied that although Azru was a kind king and did not blame them at all, the loss of precious herbs was indeed the responsibility of the guards, and they felt very uncomfortable.

Azru touched his chin, walked around the field again, and squatted down: "Indeed, the opponent's strength is much greater than yours. You can't find it. The opponent should have floated in close to the ground without leaving a single footprint. Leave."

"Gone with the wind... Your Majesty, are you talking about ghosts?" The black man wiped his face and raised his head.

"Even I can't think of who did it." Azru shook his head and sighed: "But we still have the remaining plants, and we can cultivate new heart-shaped grass. The intruders did not harm you. , which is already considered a blessing.”

The black man lying on the ground also sighed: "But the other party knows the location of all the treasures and has not touched the defense measures on the border, right...?"

Azru knew what the guards meant, and there were various signs that the perpetrators were Wakanda insiders.

However, there was a deep intuition that told him that the prisoner was an outsider. Although he did not know how the other party sneaked into Wakanda and stole the heart-shaped grass and vibranium under heavy security, he felt that he was an outsider.

"Stop talking. I believe that there will be no traitors in my country and people." Azrul said firmly with a heavier tone, indicating that the internal suspicions were over.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The guard lowered his head, feeling deeply moved.

"Well... Your Majesty, I heard some strange noises that night." At this moment, a small voice came from behind the crowd.

The crowd moved aside with a roar, revealing the speaker. She was a thin little girl, but her eyes were all white, and she was blind.

Because she was blind, she could not do other jobs, so the state placed her here to do some simple work.

"Oh?" Azru walked up to the little girl and touched her head: "What kind of noise did the other party cause?"

"That night, I had already fallen asleep, and suddenly I heard someone's breathing next to my ear, and then the person smiled and said, 'Hey...' I immediately reached out to touch it, but there was nothing there. I didn’t touch it, so I thought it was an illusion..."

The little girl lowered her head and said at a loss. She wrung her fingers and looked flattered.

"Hehehe...thank you, brave girl." Azru thought for a while and then gave a gentle encouragement.

Unfortunately, this information is useless. It cannot prove anything except that the other party is elusive and clearly knows the function of the heart-shaped grass.

Just when a group of people were thinking hard, a young man walked in from outside the cave and walked directly behind Azru: "Father, the losses in the mine have been roughly calculated."

The king looked at his eldest son T'Chaka. He had not completely lost his youthful impetuousness and almost ran in: "Tell me, how much vibranium have we lost?"

"...About two tons. The other party flew into the bottom of the mine and dug the veins himself. This number is just a rough calculation." T'Chaka returned depressingly.

Azru was also confused. There was only one person who sneaked into the Heart-Shaped Cave, so no one discovered him. But if there was only one person, how could he take away two tons of metal in the same night without leaving a single footprint? .

This incident has become Wakanda's mystery of the century.