The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 127 Deadpool
Wade Wilson, an unusual name.

The name has appeared on a birth-baby record at a country hospital, on a juvenile juvenile juvenile registry at a police station, on a U.S. Army draft program, and on some highly irregular "X Weapon Mutant Training Program".

"Damn! If this meme company that can cure cancer appeared earlier, would I still need to participate in the X-weapon project and let those **** bastards ruin my handsome and peerless appearance?"

Wade Wilson, or Deadpool, in a black and red full body suit, is lying on a sofa in a run-down apartment, watching the evening news on the TV.Cursing and swearing, there are more dirty words that need to be coded than normal words in a sentence.

"It is reported that the stem cell artificial organ replacement surgery developed by the meme company has been piloted in more than 200 hospitals and clinics in [-] states in the United States. This move has been called by the industry."

The female anchor of the evening news broadcast on the TV has a pretty face, with blond hair hanging lazily on her shoulders, and the ordinary professional clothing attached to her body, which outlines an exaggerated arc that other women in the workplace do not have.

Deadpool yawned, took out a samurai sword from behind, and scratched his buttocks back and forth with the wooden scabbard, "It's so boring."

As a meddling slut, Deadpool is unusually trapped in a void where he has no one to hack, no money to make, and no girls to fuck.

For him, a stable life without waves is like a pool of hopeless stagnant water. Stimulation and chaos, blood and smoke are what this mercenary is after.

So, he stood up from the sofa.

Deadpool let out a foul breath, looked in the mirror, and stared at his body under the tights, which was not burly but had well-defined muscles and contained terrifying explosive power.

bass,
The two samurai swords were out of their sheaths, and the sharp blades reflected a warm and cold light like green pools under the moonlight. The linear blood groove on them was like a grinning lip, trying to lick the blood tonight.

Deadpool drew the curtains, and with a clang, pressed two samurai swords on the beige mottled curtains, and sat down at the computer desk where instant noodles and cigarette butts were placed.

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

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

A stack of paper rolls is placed on the left side of the keyboard, like a silent tombstone, about to witness the brilliance of the moment of death like fireworks.

Unfortunately, this quiet night was interrupted.

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

This is very unusual, New York is a metropolis, and there are countless aliens lurking here.

Those extraordinary people with supernatural powers often get into inexplicable battles, on secluded rooftops, in the streets and alleys, and in the downtown core.New York citizens have long been accustomed to this kind of noisy and exaggerated life, and so is Deadpool.

So, he turned the volume button of the headset to the maximum, trying to eliminate noise interference and immerse himself in his battle.

However, the fighting on the roof continued, and the gunshots rang out like firecrackers, covering up the beautiful music in the earphones.

Deadpool, angry.

He picked up the mouse and clicked it to temporarily stop the paid movie in the computer, so as not to miss the wonderful scene.

He's going to check the situation on the roof, and if it's not important, he can cut those who disturb his interest into useless parts that can't be reprocessed.

With the blade behind his back and the gun at his waist, Deadpool zipped it up.

Step, step, step.

Footsteps sounded in the lonely stairs, Deadpool kicked open the iron door of the roof, and shouted: "You bloody stinky-stupid-fools, don't you know how to restrain yourself at night? Do you understand the nuisance law? !I fuck your blood"

Words were cut off suddenly.

Because of the two people who were fighting on the rooftop, Deadpool happened to know each other.

One of the young men was a little thin, wearing a red and blue tights, decorated with white spider web patterns, and sticky spider-like threads shot out from his wrists.

The other strong man was tall and burly, wearing black and yellow full-body armor. The weapons in his hands were the same two katana swords as Deadpool, and even the shape of the handle was the same as Deadpool.

The two people who were fighting for life and death stopped at the same time after Deadpool roared.

Holding the handle of the knife, the tall and strong man asked Deadpool uncertainly, "Wade?"

This person is Wade Wilson's cousin, Slade Wilson, that is, the former mercenary who was transformed by Leon's captive—Death Knell.

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

This person is Deadpool's bad-mouthed friend, the guardian of Queens who claims to be cute and loves the boy next door-Spider-Man.

Wade Wilson, or Deadpool, scratched his head and choked out a sentence: "Well, the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple, if the family doesn't want to beat the family, let's go into the house and talk."

Embarrassment came.

Deathstroke stood quietly, his eyes jumping back and forth between Deadpool and Spider-Man, and said in a deep voice, "You two know each other?"

"He's my friend, right?" Deadpool replied awkwardly, "Did he offend you? Or was it my cousin, where did you pick up the order again? But I guess, there shouldn't be anyone offering a high price for a poor guy like him." he."

"Who are you calling a poor ghost?" Spider-Man crossed his hands in front of his chest rather annoyedly, and complained: "I was attacking criminals, but I was attacked for no reason and fled all the way. If it weren't for my agility, I'm afraid Already rushed to the street”

"Okay, okay, don't say a few words." Deadpool glared at the little spider, licked his face and flattered Deathstroke: "Well, cousin, can I ask who placed the order for you? ?”

"I'll tell you who hired me, and then you go and kill my employer, so that I, who always abide by professional ethics, will stop chasing and killing your friends, is that right?"

Although he was wearing a helmet, Deadpool could probably guess that Deathstroke rolled his eyes at this moment.

"Hehe, cousin, you are so clever." Deadpool rubbed his hands, eager to say: "And aren't we all mercenaries like this? Party A eats Party B after eating, plaintiff eats defendant after eating, target eats employer"

"Forget it, anyway, your friend is just a character on a long list." The death knell shook his head, put away the knife, turned and left.

He went straight to the edge of the roof, turned his face slightly, hesitated, and then said softly to Deadpool: "By the way, Wade, you'd better not go out these few days. Fortunately, it's me this time. Others, don't say let your friends go, even you will suffer."

Deadpool was stunned, and just about to catch up to ask for details, Deathstroke had jumped off the roof and hid in the dark alley below.

Spider-Man leaned over to him, looked at Deadpool's slightly absent-minded expression, and asked curiously, "What did your cousin tell you just now?"

"." Deadpool was silent for a moment, turned his head, and replied: "Have you noticed that the other aliens in New York City seem to have decreased a lot in recent days? It seems that they have completely disappeared and evaporated. Where have they gone? "

(End of this chapter)