Chapter 1043: ? People protected by demons

The Death Knell Chapter 1043: The Sound Novel of the Man Protected by the Devil Listen Online
In fact, Santa Claus has nothing that Su Ming can admire. His abilities are not used for fighting, and there are no valuable treasures at home.
But out of the principle that mercenaries do not do white work, Su Ming still signed a contract with him, letting his toy factory produce a part of Captain America's peripheral toys for free, 1 million sets a year.
In the future, when you go to a fast food restaurant owned by Wilson Corporation, you may get a miniature soldier toy of Captain America as long as you order a children's meal.
There are hundreds of different styles, such as the "Theatrical Captain America" ​​wearing a World War II uniform and stepping on a moustache, the "Combat Captain America" ​​boxing with a red skull, and the "Vacation Bar, USA" wearing a leather jacket and riding a motorcycle. team leader'.
Anyway, the children don’t spend a few hundred dollars from their parents, and they don’t want to collect a complete set. If they didn’t know what super-British licenses are in the hands of Wilson’s company, the production scale should have been larger.
Wilson Enterprise has Steve’s full authority, and the contract deliberately confused the line between Captain America and Steve’s natural person at the time. So even now, Steve still has to give Wilson the corporate platform and use the image of Captain America. .
Of course, Su Ming did not do too much. The captain’s image is shared with the military, and only Wilson’s products are genuine when developing peripheral products.
It was really impossible to squeeze any oil from Santa Claus, and Su Ming could only sign a contract that beat Deadpool.
He watched the contract burn into effect under the witness of Emperor Weishan, and toasted to Santa Claus with satisfaction: "Well, now you can't die. In fact, someone wants to protect you, but you didn't find it."
"Huh?" Santa's face was bitter, and he knew that the death knell had not given all the information before signing.
"Think about it, why did Deadpool come with us so coincidental?" Su Ming smiled and drank, as full of grace as he was at some high-end cocktail party. After the business talks, he seemed to have become a nobleman.
This is the smile of a successful person.
"Because Deadpool got a job to kill me?"
Santa Claus recalled, his wrinkled hands groped for the armrests of the sofa, where there were some greasy reflections.
Su Ming nodded and raised his wine glass to observe the flame in the fireplace carefully:
"Yes, then the question existed from the beginning. What kind of kid can pay $50,000 to hire Deadpool? Note that Deadpool does not have any new media advertisements. His business source is either introduced by an acquaintance, or it is. Coupons for newspapers. Normal children don’t read newspapers, nor can they contact the dark web to inquire about international mercenaries. How did they get in touch with Deadpool?"
"This"
Santa only recollected it after Su Ming's reminder. Sure enough, there are problems here, and life is full of pits.
Su Ming patted him on the shoulder, took a sip from the wine glass, aftertastes the citrus taste in his mouth, and threw a string of rhetorical questions:
"There are more high-profile mercenaries than Deadpool. What imitation masters, white wolves, red lions, beetles, etc., can I name hundreds of people, not to mention that there are hand unions and ai also accept employment. Why is Deadpool? Is it because he looks ugly? Or is it because he smells bad? Or because the asking price is high but the mission success rate is less than 50?"
Santa Claus took a deep breath: "Because he is your cousin, someone wants to drag you in."
"Yes, Wade also thought about it. Those kids are just going to send him and me to you tonight. But even if you see through, Deadpool still wants money, so when he goes to me, I am the first Time knows it is a trouble."
Su Ming said lightly, and at the same time actively picked up the good wine and poured himself another glass.
"Why did they do that?" Santa Claus frowned, his thin limbs trembling slightly, a little fidgeting.
Now that even children are so dark, what's wrong with this world?
The mercenary just looked up and drank the glass of wine, and gently placed the cup on the coffee table: "If all the children who spend Christmas become vampires, who do you say will lose the most? Just a reminder, when a vampire transforms The soul will dissipate, Bo, disappear like soap bubbles, this is the price they exchange for endless life."
Santa Claus opened his eyes wide, and he understood: "If these souls do not dissipate, after more than ten years, they will eventually become degenerate or holy, dyed in various colors, and become valuable, while the souls of the earth basically All belong to the lords of hell."
"I don't know if you have heard of Lucius, the legend of the son of the devil. Some people will trade their unborn children with the devil for money or other things."
Su Ming was holding the cross with his hands, and looking outside the door, Santa Claus was serious, he did not expect the devil to join in.
"Children of the devil, I know that these children are demons as soon as they are born. They are a way for the demons to come to the main dimension. The human body and the devil's soul will serve their masters, and their various abilities have allowed them to grow up You can harvest the soul."
"Yes, I guess it was such a group of demon sons who found Deadpool. For ordinary children, fifty thousand dollars is a fantasy, but not for demon. From a certain point of view, their master behind the scenes is also expected It’s the Deadpool’s style of acting, so he hired Deadpool to kill you, actually to protect you."
Su Ming moved his neck, the mask rose again, covering his face, and his voice also became more like coming from the darkness.
"It's strange, I am protected by the devil?" Santa Claus was a little lost.
"According to my experience, there are only a few of the lords who have this scheming. So I also brought Spider-Man as a talisman to avoid some accidents. The spider web itself is a sign of luck. Because there is no bait on the Internet." Su Ming shook his head, these are not the key points: "I sensed the magic wave, someone is coming."
In fact, it was sensed by the magic floating cloak, but that would be a loss. Anyway, if the cloak sensed it, it was sensed by the supreme mage.
Santa Claus closed his mouth, there was a whistling wind outside the window, and the firewood in the fireplace crackled and peeled off. Su Ming walked gently to the door and waited quietly with his back against the wall.
"When, when, when."
A minute later, the sound of knocking on the door came in the night, and the rhythm was not rushed, and the person who knocked on the door seemed very confident.
It's like a nobleman going to a friend's house for a banquet, but there is no butler at the door, and the door is locked as if forgot to come.
Then, even if you are hungry, you must maintain the dignity of the nobility, and when you knock on the door, you must not be too heavy to show that you are not short of a meal. But it should not be too light, too light to express their inner dissatisfaction.
How to control this level is also part of the aristocracy's cultivation. The more rude the other party, the higher the aristocratic performance.
Su Ming shook his finger silently at Santa Claus, beckoning him not to move, just look out the window.
And a pale face, as expected, also appeared on the window.
Unlike living people, they do not need to breathe, so there is no mist on the windows, which can fully show its appearance.
It saw Santa Claus at home, just smiled evilly, and then disappeared into a cloud of black smoke.
In fact, a vampire can't laugh, it's just a grin with canine teeth.
It just didn't see the death knell hiding in the darkness by the door. At this time, it was tilting its head and staring at him with one red eye, close at hand.
A few seconds later, something fell from the chimney, it was a tear gas.
Su Ming nodded. Yes, vampires do have a ‘non-entry’ rule, but not all vampires are so rigid. In short, as long as the owner of the house opens the door, they can enter without any taboo.
So there are policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom. Vampires have invented many good methods.
For example, throwing tear gas or grenade into the chimney or window, for example, using blood magic to control insects and animals to drive people into the house, such as using spiritual magic to control humans to open the door, all of these are fine.
They are just dressed like nobles, luxurious atmosphere like nobles, but not real nobles, they are not even human.
But since Su Ming is there, don't play tricks like tear gas.
Before waiting for the grenade in the fire to emit smoke, Su Ming flew over, took it out of the fire, and threw it back along the chimney~EbookFREE.me~ I only heard the smoke. The bullet seemed to hit something and made a muffled noise, and then something rolled off the roof and fell into the snow with snowflakes. Only a dark shadow flashed at the window, and everything returned to calm. .
After all, he threw the grenade out with his current power. If it weren't for the vampire, he would have died at this moment.
The knock on the door paused, as if he was also stunned.
After a while, another vampire approached the window and looked into the room. It was more careful than the previous one. He looked at every window to make sure that no corner was missed.
But their actions like this were still in Su Ming's expectation, so as early as after the tear gas was thrown, Su Ming was like a spider, fixing himself in the corner of the ceiling, which was also a visual blind spot of several windows.
So the vampires only saw Santa Claus still sitting on the sofa, with a shotgun on his knees, as if drinking leisurely.
Is Santa Claus so strong? Why didn't you know before?
But it’s okay, the tear gas can’t work. This time, change to a defensive grenade, and after throwing it in from the chimney, find a lid to cover the chimney so that Santa Claus can’t throw the thunder back.
If Santa does not want to be bombed by a grenade, Santa must escape the room, so no matter where he comes out from the door or window, the outside is not a safe area.
So a few seconds later, several small green melons fell through the chimney again.
Su Ming had prepared early, so he stretched out his hand above the flame and continued, a few grenades just fell into his hand. After receiving the grenade, he shook his body, strangled and opened the window next to the door, and threw the grenade not far from the door.
Just listen to the explosion sound, a lot of intestines and other bits and pieces, the next moment the glass is covered.
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