In Marvel's Kamen Rider Chronicle

Chapter 142 Don't Beg Me After Playing Chess (Big Cup)

In a dirty sewer, a spider monster was panting heavily, clutching its injured chest. It just sat down to rest when it heard footsteps and shouts not far away:
"Over here! Hurry up!"

"Team A keep up! Keep up! Remember! Catch alive! Catch alive!"

Hearing the voice, the spider monster cursed in a low voice, then covered his wound, struggled to get up from the ground, and then stumbled towards the deeper underground...

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When the number of people increased, Harry, Peter, and Gwen withdrew.

They just need to start this, and these people behind will naturally make things worse.

In this way, they can be regarded as making trouble for those politicians who have nothing to do all day long.

As for Yuqi who entered the police station...

The three of them had nothing to do.

If this thing is done, then someone will definitely get into the game.

Compared with these three people, You Qi has no resistance to entering the police station.

Ok?
It seems a bit strange, as if the police station is a chess player.

Ang... well, I really have some sense of déjà vu...

But the last time was in the last century, when it was in the interrogation room of the fbi.

But the consequence at that time was that the area near which block in Boston was shut down for more than a year...

The losses caused are in the hundreds of millions.

That was Boston, this time it was New York...

However, apart from playing chess, Harry, Peter, and Gwen didn't actually think about things in a bigger way.

The three of them discussed with Youqi for a long time, and after deciding on the battle plan, they felt that the final impact would probably be to hold a few parades, and then let the politicians be overwhelmed.

After all, they don't have the ability to predict the future, and they don't know how this matter will affect the future.

If you know, it is impossible to kill them to start this.

but……

It's too late.

Youqi sat in the interrogation room with his legs crossed, and George looked at Youqi with a gloomy expression:

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Youqi waved his hand: "Okay, Director George, the way you deal with other prisoners is useless to me."

George's expression froze, he thought for a while, restrained his gloomy and frightening expression, and returned to normal: "I saw my daughter with the few of you, are you also from Midtown High School?"

Youqi shrugged: "Well, they are in the same grade but in different classes."

George was puzzled: "Then how did you meet Gwen?"

Youqi sat upright, and smiled: "My brother, oh, you know Peter Parker, he is pursuing Gwen."

Veins bulged obviously on George's forehead, and then he returned to normal: "Forget it, I'm not interested in your campus life, let's talk about what happened today."

Youqi: "Then what do you want me to say?"

George frowned and knocked on the table: "Of course it's about the sign you're holding! That's none of our business! It was done by the district police in Hell's Kitchen!"

Youqi coughed, scratched his cheeks, and said with a smile: "Um, we also know this, but Gwen said that I want to teach you a lesson, so..."

Seeing that the veins on George's face were more severe than before, Youqi quickly added: "Well, but theoretically speaking, your New York headquarters does have the power to govern the district. So I didn't wrong you."

George took a deep breath: "Then I have to apologize to you?"

Youqi shrugged: "Actually, Director George, I quite understand you. You are under a lot of pressure. Every year, the police budget is controlled by those politicians. If you don't obey, you will be stuck with the budget. So you must be very helpless."

George frowned and looked at Youqi: "So, what do you want to say?"

At this time, a little policeman ran over with a mobile phone.

Because of the conflict just now, George put on his police uniform and equipment and went to the gate of the police station without his mobile phone.

At this time, his mobile phone was displaying: Calling. . .

Youqi smiled when he saw this scene: "Director George, let me introduce myself again. My name is Youqi. I go to the same school as your daughter. I am also the same Youqi who the politicians want you to force your daughter to sell."

George paused slightly when he took the phone, and looked at Youqi in surprise: "Are you...the Kamen Rider they want?"

Youqi shrugged.

George put the phone to his ear, was silent for a moment, and finally said "I see" and hung up the phone.

Youqi sat on the chair and leaned back: "It's really ironic. Obviously, the protesters at the gate of the police station have surrounded your police station, but the first time those politicians received the news of my surrender, they unexpectedly I want you to hand me over~"

The corners of Youqi's mouth turned up, and he crazily arched his fire: "Although I know that your police station is not valued by those politicians, I didn't expect it to have reached this level..."

George's complexion gradually turned ugly, and the words of playing chess made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

But he couldn't refute it.

Because the call just now was indeed asking him to hand him over.

Ironically, the bossy congressman's first words were "well done, Commissioner George".

In theory, George Stacy, commissioner of the New York Police Department.

This status is definitely higher than that of an ordinary congressman on the other side.

But the problem is that everything can't just look at the surface.

George Stacy climbed up step by step from the grassroots, the bottom, ordinary policemen.

George has no background.

As for the other party, there are gentlemen on Capitol Hill behind them to endorse.

The two sides are not on the same level.

So George couldn't resist.

"They shouldn't do anything bad to you..." George suddenly said, "If you can join those official departments..."

Youqi said in surprise, "Director George, don't you feel guilty for handing me over to those politicians?"

George pursed his lips and said nothing.

Youqi shook his head: "Director George, how could you do this..."

Saying that, Youqi stood up easily, and casually tore off the handcuffs and anklets that bound him.

The policemen on the side were taken aback and pulled out their guns. George raised his hand to signal them not to be impulsive.

Youqi really has no plans to do anything.

He just patted George on the shoulder lightly: "Director George, since you have done something bad and disturbed your conscience, then it will continue to be bad. Don't let yourself do wrong things because of your shitty conscience." Decide."

After finishing speaking, Youqi walked outside: "Is the car ready to escort me? Where is it? I'll go there now."

George clenched his fists and looked ugly.

When Youqi stepped out of this interrogation room, he turned his head for the last time: "Director George, remember what I told you~ Since you have done something bad, you must do it to the end! Don't hesitate! Otherwise, you will regret it later. But it's too late~"

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Youqi sat comfortably in a black commercial vehicle, surrounded by four burly men.

When arriving at the destination, a cardboard box was put on Youqi's head, and then he was carried on a walk.

When he regained his sight again, Youqi appeared in a narrow room similar to the layout of a prison.

Next to the bed is the toilet, and opposite is the shower.

Then there is an iron fence to separate the inside and outside.

Youqi pouted: "Hey, I'm not a prisoner, are you sure, is it legal for you to detain me here?"

"Oh, kid, you may have misunderstood. Our place is not a prison, but a "laboratory."

Youqi chuckled, looked at the surrounding environment with disgust, then sat on the bed and raised his legs:

"I advise you, it's best to let me go today.

Oh no, I changed my mind, I want you to release me within 10 minutes, otherwise, I will not go out if you beg me to go out in the future. "

Although he couldn't hear it, but after thinking about it for a while, those who watched him probably thought his words were too ridiculous and burst out laughing.

"Mr. Chess, you have a great sense of humor, but your sense of humor doesn't help your situation here."

Sure enough, Youqi heard a hint of a smile from this voice.

Youqi also smiled: "Then we will wait and see."

"Or if you are willing to cooperate with us, we can consider letting you leave here."

Youqi lay directly on the bed and closed his eyes: "Stop talking, I will start the timer now. If you don't let me leave within 10 minutes, then I won't leave."

"Hahaha, Mr. Youqi, you really have a great sense of humor. Well, if that's the case, then we... come back in three days~ I hope that after three days, you can still be as you are today."

Then there was no more audio.

Youqi curled his lips and let it hang out for a few days to temper his temper. This method is too old-fashioned.

But that's all, anyway, my plan has been arranged.

He just needs to wait quietly.

I just hope that these guys can really not come to beg him to go out for three days~

Speaking of...

This kind of routine of actively sneaking into others was arrested...

It also has a sense of sight of the guy on the main body...

damn it……

Sure enough, it was influenced by the guy on the main body...

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On the day when Youqi surrendered himself, after the crowd gradually gathered and the number of people increased, Harry, Peter, and Gwen left here.

Then Peter went back to take care of Aunt May.

Gwen went home and explained clearly to her mother, and put eye drops on her good father by the way. (Of course, after that, you must change into a white tights and turn into a spider girl to go out.)
And Harry...

Came to a bar...

He found a figure sitting at the bar table with two samurai swords stuck in his back:
"I heard that the completion rate of the tasks hired by you is [-]%...

Mr. Wade Wilson. "

"........."

The figure with the red mask slowly turned his head around...

Well, well, the front is still a mask.

"Wow, wow, where did this little pudding come from~" Deadpool took a look at Harry, then continued to turn his head and pulled off the mask a little below his nose without interest, exposing his bumpy skin, and took a sip of whiskey.

"Little Pudding, this is not the place where you come to look for milk. Hurry up and go home." With that said, Deadpool took a puff on the cigar beside him, then pulled down his mask, exhaled, and a wave of epic music came directly. Level of achievement with tight-fitting mask smoking.

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched as he watched.

To be honest, he really doesn't know if this guy is capable of accomplishing what Youqi told him...

However, this guy is a character named by Youqi, so he should have two brushes...

"Huh..." Two pillars of smoke sprayed out from the nostrils of the mask, and Deadpool grabbed the whiskey at the side, and poured directly on his mouth on the mask...

"Woohoo~ that's how you should drink when you drink!"

Harry: "..."

Youqi, are you sure this guy is not a psycho?
Speaking of which, how did Youqi know that there is such a number one person?

"Huh? Why haven't you left yet?" Deadpool looked at Harry, who was standing still and was stupefied by his actions, and frowned. "I told you, this is not where you should come."

Harry took a deep breath, and then looked serious: "I know you from my friend, Wade Wilson, I have a commission to ask you."

"Oh, friend, um, friend, I like friends, your friend asked you to entrust me, let me guess, is it asking me to catch some weirdo? Oh, then I can't do it, after all, catch Living is not my strong point~ I can make a puddle of meat to fool you idiots..."

"I'm serious, Mr. Wade." Harry frowned as he looked at Deadpool who started rambling.

Deadpool let out a huff, ignored Harry at all, turned his head and touched a blonde girl in tights with a hot figure beside him.

"Oh, beautiful lady, do you have time tonight?"

"boom"

When Harry took a step back in fright, the blonde girl said coldly, "Wade, don't touch me with your dirty hands."

And Wade, who was directly shot in the head and hit the center of the eyebrow, fell backwards, fell, fell...

Halfway down, he sat up again: "Hey! Ma Su! You can't just shoot me without saying hello! I'm your ex-boyfriend!"

Masu fired another shot at Deadpool's crotch:
"boom"

Deadpool directly clamped his legs, blocked with his arms, and the bullet hit his arm.

"Not here! Really not here!"

It was only at this moment that Harry came back to his senses, and then he swallowed his saliva, the woman just shot it, but why... the man was shot between the eyebrows and still not dead...

Well, well, the current world is like this, people with strange abilities emerge in endlessly, not to mention that they can't be killed by bullets in the eyebrows, and it won't be surprising that aliens invade the earth...

Harry took a deep breath, and then, from his pocket...

"Snapped"

Deadpool frowned, and turned to look at Harry: "Little devil, you haven't gone back yet, I told you very clearly, this is not you..."

Halfway through the conversation, Deadpool was attracted by the thick roll of Franklin on the bar counter...

"brush"

Deadpool stuffed the bunch of green dollar bills worth at least 5 US dollars into his crotch with lightning speed, and then approached Harry very enthusiastically: "Oh, my warm and generous master, What kind of service do you need from Master Deadpool?

Let me just say that Deadpool will not accept some special hobbies, of course, if you give enough..."

Harry stretched out his hand with black lines all over his face: "Wait, wait! I'm here to hire you to complete a task this time."

Deadpool leaned on the ring chair at the bar, propped his chin: "okok, yes, the employment mission, ha, then you can tell."

Deadpool actually wanted to ask Harry if he wanted him to help with his homework or something.

But the texture of green dollar bills in his crotch made him shut his mouth tactfully.

He's a slut, not a fool.

Harry took out a piece of paper and handed it to Deadpool.

Deadpool took a look, and within a minute, the two eyes of his mask were bent into crescents...

"This commission, this employment mission, hahaha, hahahaha! I accepted it! I accepted it! No one can compete with me! Hahahahaha, this mission is so interesting! So interesting!"

Masu on the side looked at the two idiots with disdain.

"Oh, my dear young master, let me, the great Deadpool, come and take you home, and then we will discuss the details of this mission~"

Deadpool is as enthusiastic as Harry's brother at this time.

"Huh? Don't you need to find helpers? This mission has a reward of 100 million US dollars, you can find a few more... woo..."

Although Deadpool blocked Harry's mouth, the mercenaries who were drinking around had already cast their gazes over...

Deadpool covered Harry's mouth with one hand, held Harry's collar with the other hand, and then slowly retreated towards the door of the bar, haha: "Oh, everyone, this young master of my family just now I drank a lot of wine and said some nonsense, I will take my young master home now, everyone please..."

"Da da da" a dozen people in the bar took out their pistols at the same time.

Seeing this, Deadpool threw Harry to the ground in frustration: "Oh, GOD, Master Deadpool's $100 million is gone."

At this time, Masu had already approached Harry enthusiastically, and the headlights on his chest dazzled Harry a little: "Oh, my dear employer, are you okay, Wade is this kind of virtue, and he has always been very rude to his employer. I suggest that you better choose the person you hire again, oh, just right, let me see what task you want to hire this time..."

So, Masu squeezed the paper in Harry's hand while Harry was blushing.

After reading the content, Ma Su immediately showed a big smile: "Genius! The person who made this plan is simply a genius!"

Then Ma Su stood up, and pointed the modified short-to-medium-length nozzle in his hand at Deadpool: "I'm going to have a hand in this job too."

Deadpool shrugged: "Whatever you want."

At this time, the rest of the mercenaries also gathered around. A burly man took the paper, spread it out and looked at it, and then laughed like Deadpool: "Interesting! Interesting! I have read it a long time ago. Those politicians are upset! If it really brings trouble to those damned politicians like this piece of paper says! Count me in for this mission!"

Deadpool saw a group of mercenaries eager to try, and quickly stood up: "Hey! Hey! Guys! Guys! Be quiet! I know everyone wants to join this cool mission, but this time the commission is only 100 Wan, if there are too many people, everyone will not be able to share much money! So, I suggest that there are not too many people, as long as 5 people are together, ok?"

At this time, Harry interjected: "5 people? Ang, is it 20 per person? If so... I can make up for the rest of the employment fee. The 100 million is the plan that has already started , and the man who sent himself to prison came out.

I can give each of you a deposit of 5 US dollars now, and start the second step of our plan after that person is rescued from prison, and then give the deposit for the second stage at that time. "

Deadpool:"……"

"Oh, you know what? My dear young master...

I really love you, rich guy, Fuck and his sister!this time!Let those damned politicians see how good we are! "

"Hoohoho!!!"

(End of this chapter)