The female Thor wanted to kill the corpse and silence her, but the God King certainly disagreed.
She came to Earth to experience life and relax, and it would be very troublesome if there was no one around to take care of her.
Although the resurrected corpse is a little slow in movement and lacks IQ, it is certainly no problem to carry a drink and a knife, and now the zombie looks better than a skeleton, making it easier for ordinary people to accept it.
All you need to do is find some clothes or fabric and plug up the hole where the black smoke is coming out of the corpse's chest. Otherwise, you can see the scene behind it from the front chest, which is a little bit unclassy.
"Will you serve me without him?" Hela shook her head, and her long black hair brushed her white jade shoulder: "Looking at you like this, you don't look like a professional waiter. We drank for a long time, and you didn't even
Not even a cup was brought over."
As an astronomer, a winner of the Nobel Prize in Physics, and a member of the Avengers, Daisy felt that she was not suitable for the job of a waiter.
However, she still twisted her mouth and made some sense:
"My roommate is the eldest lady from the past. She is very good at serving people. Before we opened the cake shop, she served plates in the fast food restaurant next door. I guess she can also handle wine very steadily."
"Then she can't stay awake all day long and be always on call."
Hela turned her palms and looked down at her black nail polish. It was dyed with death spore flowers, which are highly poisonous to mortals:
"The dead don't have these problems. You can also use them. Let's not talk about the Skrulls. Is there anyone on earth who colludes with you or helps you smuggle in? If so, tell me the name of the human traitor.
"
Skrull Corpse, or Skrull Corpse for short, was silent for a while, and replied in English in a gloomy tone:
"I'm sorry, my goddess. I didn't have much status among my compatriots during my lifetime. The person who cooperated with our leader calls himself 'Z'. No one has seen him. He always contacts us through radio waves and the Internet."
"They are no longer your compatriots, but I will always be your goddess." Hela took a sip of wine to moisten her throat, glanced at the thoughtful Thor, and asked: "Sister, do you know a person named
Someone from Z?”
Daisy bit her lip, pinched a corner of the T-shirt in her hand and rubbed it, shaking her head:
"I don't know. After all, I have only been a superhero for a short time and I don't know many people. I still have to ask Deathstroke, etc. Maybe I can ask Captain America. He participated in World War II, traveled to all over the world, and lived a good life."
Long enough."
Hela nodded. She also knew that Captain America was the mascot of the Wilson fast food chain. In the fast food restaurant in Vanaheim, a Star-Spangled Banner figure was given as a gift when purchasing a set meal.
Of course, I don’t know the specific situation, but I just know that there is such a person. Speaking of it, it was Deathstroke who helped his godson become famous in the universe.
Knowing that there was indeed someone smuggling people or a human traitor, Hela picked up the game controller and continued to ask casually: "What about the specific means of smuggling? It doesn't matter if you don't know the principle. Tell me the general steps."
Si Shi almost didn't think, and immediately told what he saw from his perspective.
"We first arrived at Titan in batches through the stealth reconnaissance ship, and then assembled a machine there with parts. After the machine was built, we walked inside it, and it transported us into a weird world, and then through
Another machine of the same model came to Earth."
Hela, the goddess of the underworld, shook her head when she heard this. This was the category of technology, and it was earth technology. She couldn't understand it.
If it was Asgard technology, she could probably guess it. After all, there were only a few ways to use the energy of the World Tree.
But the technology of the earth is completely different. They rely on material energy rather than ancient gods or beliefs, so there is no way.
"Did you hear that? The transmitter on the technology side."
Hela looked at Daisy with her big eyes. If this little sister didn't lie when she was drinking before, then she also claimed to be a scientist.
Of course Daisy had no clue, she majored in astronomy.
As if wearing a mask of pain, the facial features on the small face wrinkled together:
"I heard it. I can understand every word. He also has a London accent, but when these words are put together, I don't understand what he means at all. Today's human technology level can create a teleportation of 300,000 people at a time.
Equipment? Even if there is, it should be guarded by Deathstroke."
The two women and the corpse were silent for a while, but Hela was focused on playing the game, while Daisy was thinking about things.
After killing the second Ember Dragon, a certain goddess put down the controller, moved her waist, and expressed her guess:
"From his description, I feel that the intermediate station is probably a certain plane or space attached to the main dimension. It is used as a passage, and because it is technological, Kama Taj found nothing."
"Maybe, but I need more help, preferably a top scientist." The female Thor rubbed her forehead and took another sip of wine: "Or the strongest magician, the one who can change reality."
"Let's talk in a moment. We have guests coming to our house. If you didn't invite a group of strong men to play at home, then they are here to cause trouble for you."
Hela dropped the controller and stood up, instantly putting on her battle armor amid the thick smoke. She looked at the wall with interest, as if she could see what was happening on the other side.
"My Goddess, we lurkers have positioning chips injected into our necks. In addition to our addresses to disguise our identities, if we stay in a certain place for a long time without moving, we must report together every two earth hours.
If not, the special operations team responsible for clearing traces and fighting the enemy will come."
Si Shi immediately explained the cause of the incident. He had been standing in the corner for too long. He was motionless and could not send out a signal that nothing was wrong.
Now these special forces members must have gone to his address, packed up everything there, and then followed the locator here to rescue him.
"That would be great, there are never too many servants..." Hela sneered and pulled out the sword from under her cloak.
"Thank you!" Deadpool smiled and handed a humiliated headless corpse to Cable, took out the money from the broad palm and counted it: "Before I finish speaking, we smoked him
Come out, and then have fun with him and let him die in pain. If the corpse can be allowed to participate in the Olympics, then his death process will definitely be a set of difficulty 3.0 movements, whether from the perspective of gymnastics or diving, it is
so."
Cable dropped the slightly wet body, took off the big gun behind him and switched it to flamethrower mode, and cremated the dwarf on the spot in the alley.
The air was suddenly filled with a strange burning aroma. Except for Deadpool who was drooling, Domino and Inez both turned their heads and couldn't bear to look anymore.
"You did a great job, everything developed just like in history." Cable's single eye glanced at the two women, then returned to Deadpool's face without any pause: "Next, you are going to go to Sister Margaret.
Is it right to drink in a bar?”
"Wow, brother, did you sneak a bug into my anus?" Deadpool covered his butt, took two steps back and leaned against the alley wall: "How do you know our plan?"
One eye rolled white, accompanied by Diansuo's sigh: "I am from the future, remember?"
"Oh, yes, anyway, just like you said, we are going to have a drink, but it is not convenient to take you there today, you know, hehe..." Deadpool smiled obscenely and looked from the side.
The courier who knew where it came from took the package and took the new uniforms out of the box and put them on: "Thank you, man, for your hard work. This is a five-dollar tip. I also want to give you a five-star rating."
Taking the one-twentieth of a hundred-dollar bill, the Midnight Express employee pointed a middle finger at the customer, and then jumped into the sewer well not far away with a self-deprecating smile.
It came without a trace and left without a trace, just like it has been for decades.