Marvel – Immortal Path

Wade Wilson, an ordinary name.

This name once appeared on the birth record form of a rural hospital, once on the registration form of the police juvenile detention center, once on the United States Army’s conscription plan, and once on On a very irregular "X Weapon Mutants Cultivation Program".

"Gan! If this memetic company that can cure cancer appears sooner, I still need to participate in the Weapon X Project, let the damn son of a bitch make me handsome Has the peerless face ruined?"

Wade Wilson, or Deadpool, is wearing black and red full-body tight clothes, lying on the sofa of a run-down apartment, watching the TV broadcast The evening news. The mouth is foul-mouthed, and there are more dirty words that need to be typed than the normal words in a sentence.

"It is reported that the stem cell artificial organ replacement surgery developed by Meme Company has been piloted in more than 200 hospitals and clinics in 16 states across the United States. This move is called by the industry..."

The female host who broadcasts the evening news on the TV has a nice face, with a blond hair hanging lazily on her shoulders, and her mediocre professional clothing is attached to her body, which outlines that other women in the workplace do not have The exaggerated arc.

Deadpool yawned, took out the katana from behind, and scratched the buttocks with a wooden scabbard, "It's so boring..."

As a favorite With nosy mouths and slut, Deadpool is in an empty situation very often. No one can chop, no money can make money, and no girl can make fun.

For him, a stable and unwavering life is like a desperate stagnant water. Excitement and chaos, blood and cigarettes are all this mercenary pursues.

So he got up from the sofa.

Deadpool exclaimed one mouthful of impure air, looking in the mirror, staring at tight clothes, oneself's body that is not burly but has distinct muscle lines and contains terrifying explosive power.

Hey,

Two katanas are unsheathed, and the sharp blades reflect the warm and cold light of the blue Hong in the moonlight, and the linear blood trough above is like a grinning lip , Trying to lick the blood tonight.

Deadpool drew the curtains and, with a cry, pressed two katana on the yellow mottled curtain cloth, and oneself sat down in front of the computer desk with instant noodles and cigarette butts.

Turn on the power, plug in the headset, and browse the web.

Deadpool is a warrior, he has a pair of warrior hands, and these calloused hands will listen to the wailing of countless lives tonight.

A stack of paper rolls are placed on the left side of the keyboard, like a silent tombstone, about to witness the glorious brilliance of life like fireworks in the blink of an eye.

Unfortunately, this quiet night was interrupted.

The sound of fighting came from the roof of the run-down apartment.

This is very common, New York is a big city, there are countless outliers lurking here.

Those transcenders with supernatural powers often fall into the battle of unfathomable mystery, on the secluded rooftops, in the streets and alleys, in the downtown area. The people of New York City have long been accustomed to this hustle and bustle of life, and so is Deadpool.

So, he turned the volume button of the headset to the maximum, trying to eliminate the noise interference, and immersed in the own battle.

However, the fighting on the top of the building continued, and gunshots sounded like firecrackers, concealing the beautiful music in the headphones.

Deadpool, angry.

He picked up the mouse and clicked, so that the paid movies on the computer temporarily stopped playing, so as not to miss the wonderful shots.

He is going to check the situation on the roof, and if it doesn’t matter, he will cut down those who disturb him into useless parts that can’t be reworked.

The blade was behind him, the gun was inserted in his waist, and Deadpool zipped up.

Step, step, step.

The sound of footsteps sounded in the lonely stairs, Deadpool kicked open the iron gate of the roof, shouted loudly: "You damn smelly-silly-force, don't you know how to converge at night? Understand? Don't understand the civil law? Fuck your blood..."

The words were suddenly cut off.

Because of the two people fighting on the rooftop, Deadpool accidentally knew each other.

One of the young people is slightly thin, wearing red and blue tight clothes, decorated with white spider web patterns, and a spider web-like sticky silk thread sprayed from his wrist. Reluctantly evaded the offensive.

Another brawny man is tall and burly, dressed in black and yellow full-body armor. The weapon in his hand is the same as Deadpool with two katana, and even the shape of the knife handle is the same as that of Deadpool.

These two people who were engaged in a life and death battle, after Deadpool roared, stopped at the same time.

The tall brawny man holding the knife handle, asked Deadpool uncertainly: "Wade?"

This man is Wade Wilson’s cousin, Slade. Wilson, the former mercenary captive and transformed by Li Ang-death knell.

The thin young man stopped spitting out spider web, frowned and asked Wade: "Deadpool?"

This person is Deadpool’s broken-mouthed friend, claiming that everyone loves the boy next door Queens Guardian-Spider-Man.

Wade Wilson, or Deadpool, scratched his head and suffocated: "Well, fail to recognize a familiar person. If a family doesn’t beat a family, let’s go in and talk."

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The embarrassment came.

The death knell stood quietly, and his eyes jumped back and forth between Deadpool and Spider-Man, said solemnly: "You two know each other?"

"He... is my friend, right? ...." Deadpool replied embarrassingly: "Did he offend you? Or did you cousin where did you get the order? But I guess, it shouldn't be someone who offers him a high price as a reward."

"Who do you think is the poor ghost?" Spider-Man folded his hands on his chest in annoyance, and complained: "I was fighting criminals. Unfathomable mystery was attacked and fled all the way. , If not, I’m agile, I’m afraid I’ve already rushed to the street..."

"Okay, okay, don’t you say a few words." Deadpool glared at the little spider and licked his face. Flattering to the death knell: "Then what, cousin, can I ask who placed the order for you?"

"I will tell you who hired me, and then you will kill me. Employer, so that I, who have always followed professional ethics, will stop chasing and killing your friends, is that right?"

Although wearing a helmet, Deadpool can probably guess the death knell rolled the eyes at this moment.

"hehe, cousin, you are so witty." Deadpool rubbed his hands, and be eager to have a try said: "And we mercenary are not all like this? After eating Party A, eating Party B, After eating the plaintiff and the defendant, after eating the target and the employer..."

"Forget it, anyway, your friend is just one person on a long list." Death knell shook the head, will The knife was put away, then turned and left.

He walked straight to the edge of the roof, turned his face a little, hesitated, and then whispered to Deadpool: "By the way, Wade, the past few days, you'd better not go out. Fortunately, you are here this time. It's me. If you change someone else, let alone let your friends go, even you will suffer."

Deadpool was astonished, and just wanted to catch up to ask for details, the death knell had already jumped off the roof, hiding. In the dark alley below.

Spider-Man approached him, looked at Deadpool's somewhat absent-minded expression, and asked curiously: "What did your cousin just tell you?"

"..." Deadpool was silent for a moment, turned his head, and replied: "Have you noticed that the other aliens in New York City seem to be missing a lot in the past few days? It seems to disappear completely, disappear from the face of the earth. Same, where did they go?"