I became a god in American comics

The Indian guy covered his mouth when he heard this!

After all, he was a mixed-blood, not a pure-blooded Indian, and he didn't like to have any close contact with lizards.

He kept cursing until he had walked ten kilometers, and Deadpool suddenly looked back in horror.

"Olishet, my weapon bag!"

He squatted on the ground with his head in his hands in pain, and then he remembered that he had forgotten his beloved weapon bag.

Although it was just a bag of weapons, it was not only because it was the equipment needed to attack Stark Manor, but also because it was all his belongings.

Now all was lost, and he only had two pistols and two knives left.

Sadness comes quickly, and it goes faster for Deadpool.

After a while, he patted his butt and got up as if nothing had happened, with a small yellow flower picked by the roadside in his fingers.

"I use this little chrysanthemum to commemorate my deceased "lovers". I hope that Indian lizard can treat you well, otherwise I swear I will shove his head into the Ganges to let him know what it means to be covered in shit!"

After mourning his deceased lovers, Deadpool continued to walk on the road without recognizing any relatives.

"This damn place, I walked for two hours and I couldn't even see a car!"

Buzz buzz buzz! ! !

As soon as the voice fell, a supercar passed by Deadpool at high speed like a silver lightning, and the speed was so fast that his hood was almost blown off!

"Fuck! Are you in a hurry to send warmth to God?! Don't let me meet you again, I remember your license plate!"

Deadpool grabbed his beloved red hood and sent a cordial greeting to the sports car that was going away.

"Oh my god, Tony, slow down, you almost hit someone just now!"

Little Pepper tightened the armrest, looking at the dashboard with the number of digits already fried and feeling terrified!

"Don't worry, I know my limits, I won't hit that Disney clown, but if I don't hurry up, Arnault will really turn my Mark II into molten iron."

Tony calmly controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and took a bite of the cheeseburger he bought on the road with the other hand.

Amid the roar of the sports car, Arnault and Chen Jun put down the chess pieces in their hands and looked at the sports car that drove into the manor.

Stephen, who was watching the game and rubbing his mouth because of the delicious breakfast, also looked over.

There was a loud bang in the sky, and the patient made a brilliant appearance.

The car door opened, and Tony and Little Pepper, whose legs were weak, got out of the car.

Tony took off his sunglasses and winked at the three people:

"How is it, the protagonist is not late?"

Arno glanced at his watch: "I am ten minutes late, but considering that you will suffer for the next month, let's forget it this time."

Tony pursed his lips and said nothing. Although he was spared, he was not happy at all.

Of course he knew what Arno meant.

Even if the operation was successful, the big hole in his chest would not be completely healed in a short time, and he would have to endure the next recuperation period.

If he wants to recover quickly, the nano medical technology that is still in the concept has to be successfully developed.

Thinking of this, Tony suddenly had an idea in his brain. If nano technology and Mark armor are combined, it must be very interesting.

"Come back to your senses, it's time to take off the big light bulb on your chest."

Arno interrupted Tony's new idea. (Not shit)

"Is this the doctor you found for me? This mustache looks familiar."

Tony looked at Chen Jun and Stephen, thinking.

Stephen said with a hint of sarcasm: "Heh, it's normal for a famous playboy not to remember a nobody like me. After all, if I was like you hugging two supermodels at the party, I wouldn't remember the other people at the party."

Tony raised his eyebrows and looked at the mustache: "Oh, are you mocking me, Sherlock Holmes?"

Arnault held his forehead helplessly: "Okay, Tony, shut up. Stephen is your deputy attending physician today. Your life is still in his hands. Can't you control your stinky mouth?"

Chen Jun's gentle voice soothed everyone's emotions: "Gentlemen, since the patient is in place, let's start as soon as possible. After all, this operation is not a small project."

"Well, let's go to the medical room."

Arnault nodded and took the lead to walk forward.

It's better to say it's a small hospital than a medical room.

A five-story villa was transformed into the exclusive medical room of the manor.

It was transformed from the former military base health center.

It has complete facilities. The villa has everything that the hospital has, and the villa has everything that the hospital doesn't have.

Thanks again to the generosity of the Americans.

In the spacious operating room, Tony has taken off his clothes and is lying on the bed.

In addition to Chen Jun and Stephen, who have changed into surgical gowns, there are five professionals in the operating room to help the two.

Outside the large one-way floor-to-ceiling bulletproof glass window, Arnault and Pepper are looking at theSeveral people who have already started anesthesia.

"The medical villa has begun martial law, and no one is allowed to approach and disturb."

Arno said lightly, and the maid behind him nodded slightly and retreated.

"Arno, will Tony be okay?"

Little Pepper looked at Tony who was gradually losing consciousness and worried.

"Don't worry, the success rate is 99%, and don't worry about the remaining 1%, I will take action."

Arno said calmly.

"Holmes, and this Chinese doctor who looks very reliable, my life is in your hands..."

At the end of the anesthesia, Tony looked at the two people with a confused consciousness and murmured.

"Shut up, Tony shit Tucker!"

Stephen couldn't stand this damn difference in treatment anymore, and the amount of anesthetic in his hand increased slightly, causing Tony to faint completely.

Chen Jun glanced at Stephen: "Young man, keep a calm mind."

"He's not talking about you, so of course you should keep a calm mind. Let's get started!"

Stephen rolled his eyes at him, activated the magnetic attraction above, and began to remove the reactor from Tony's chest.

...

On the other side, the Joker, no, Mr. Deadpool, who had been busy for nearly three hours, panted and saw the address of his mission target today.

Stark Manor.

"Damn rich man, living in such a remote location!

Wait for me to kill you, burn this place, let this manor be buried with you, and continue to live in hell!"

Deadpool walked towards the manor with a curse.

But when he got closer and looked at the "city wall" that was seven or eight meters high and covered with ferocious electric grids on top, he fell into deep thought.

"Wardfake, is this a manor or a military base? Is it necessary to be so strict!"

Deadpool was so angry that he laughed. If his weapon bag hadn't fallen on the taxi, he would have blown up this broken city wall!

Taking a deep breath, Deadpool's mask revealed an ugly smile:

"Since the plan to sneak into the investigator failed, let's activate Plan B!"

"Go in!"

Wade took out his two favorite guns and walked towards the manor gate like a lone hero.