I copy infinitely in Marvel

"When you experimented with my genes, you didn't notify me or get my consent." Wolverine wiped off the blood stains on his face, stared at Francis coldly, and a pair of Adamantium alloy claws protruded from between his fingers.

"And, I wasn't even paid!" With that last sentence, Wolverine roared and pounced on him.

The sharp claws stabbed Francis fiercely, and the guy opened it with an ice axe.

Sparks splattered, Francis' waist exerted strength, and the ice ax in his hand changed direction, leaving a deep wound on Wolverine's chest.

Blood was spilled all over the ground, but this kind of injury was like a child's disease to Wolverine, he didn't even look at it and continued to attack frantically.

The chest injury recovered in less than a second.

Wolverine, who has self-healing ability, has only one combat method, that is, offense is the best defense.

How do you beat a guy you can't kill?

The answer given by Francis is no.

Wolverine saw the right opportunity, exerted force with his claws, split the ice ax in Francis's hand into two, and sent the sharp claws in his hand forward.

Panting, Francis was gently lifted, spitting out blood.

This guy's ability is to slightly enhance his own reaction ability and not feel pain, because the mutant experiment burned his nerve tissue.

"Say hello to my compatriots who died at your hands." Wolverine pulled out his sharp claws, and Francis fell to the ground with his eyes open. His heart was pierced, and the dead could not die anymore.

"Hey, can you hear me? This glass cover is uncomfortable, I feel like I'm going to die." A low-sounding voice came from inside the glass cover.

Jeno looked up, and the voice of the system also sounded in his mind.

"When you contact the plot character Deadpool, you get a replication point."

"You can copy the following abilities."

"Out of control self-healing ability. Need a replication point."

"Who would want this kind of thing?" Jeno sighed.

Wade Wilson, the future Deadpool, is an anti-superhero that everyone hates.

He doesn't have many friends, but the imitation mage, bullseye and little spider are all his future friends.

This guy was originally a mercenary.

As for the mercenaries, they are drunk today, after all, no one knows whether they can survive the mission, and poor Wade Wilson was unfortunately recruited.

He has cancer, all the upper and lower sides are full except for the second brother.

Cancer cells were all over his body.

He didn't want to die, and it happened that Project X found him, so this guy participated in the voluntary experiment without telling his girlfriend, with the hope of curing the disease. At that time, he thought that if he recovered, he could surprise his girlfriend Vanessa.

But unfortunately, what Wade Wilson waited for was not heaven, but Francis, known as the mutant killer.

Chapter 66

Under the torture of Francis day after day, Wade successfully activated the self-healing factor in his body, but the price was also very heavy. The growing cancer cells in his body and the self-healing factor ebbed and flowed, reaching a balance.

In other words, if the self-healing factor is lost, he will be killed by the spreading cancer cells.

If the cancer is cured, he will be killed by the growing self-healing factor.

This balance makes Wade miserable. The cancer cells have caused irreversible and horrific damage to his brain.

And the balance of cancer cells and self-healing factors also made this guy's skin fester, in a cycle of repair and ulceration.

He smelled like a stone in a latrine, as bad as hell.

"Look, everyone, how dark it is. This group of people just killed Francis. In my opinion, we should put him in shackles and show him My Little Pony cartoons every day." Wade lying in the refrigerator said nonsense .

"Damn it, please be quiet!" Wolverine opened the tin cans around him and rescued the unconscious people one by one.

"Oh ho ho ho ho, I just like to talk, this world is so quiet, you should be more chic." Wade raised two fingers, making a cigar-smoking motion.

Jeno ignored the noisy two people and scratched his head: "Hey, things here are over, where are you going next?"

Polaris shook her head, expressing that she had no clue, as someone who didn't even know her parents, she had nowhere to go.

Jeno thought for a while, then took out a document from his pocket: "If you want, you can join my team."

Polaris opened the file.

"The League of Guardians? But I remember that the team in the bill you promoted is called the Avengers." Polaris was a little puzzled. She was very curious about Jeno, so she has been collecting information about Jeno recently.

So she also saw some, such as the Avengers that many people are discussing on the Internet.

But Jeno invited himself to join an organization called the Alliance of Guardians.

"Keep your voice down." Jeno approached Polaris: "This is a higher-level existence than the Avengers. If you look at the Avengers, there are not many powerful ones."

Polaris thought for a while, nodded, and expressed that he was willing to join this organization he had never heard of, after all, Jeno would not cheat him.

"Then, Logan, let's part here." Jeno patted Logan on the shoulder.

"Good brother, contact me anytime you need it, I'm always here." Logan took out a piece of paper and wrote down his phone number.

"Yes, come to New York if you have time, and I'll treat you to a drink." Jeno patted Logan on the shoulder.

"Okay, I guess the plane is coming, let's go." Jeno had asked Ah Fu to arrange a plane long before.

Helicopters roared overhead.

A series of slides was dropped, and Jenno took Polaris into the helicopter.

The two took the helicopter to the airport, got on the plane and flew back to Meilijian.

Jeno stepped off the plane with Polaris.

I just got out of the airport, and I haven't got in the special car to pick me up yet.

Not far away, a group of Brother Ni started fighting.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and Jeno felt that what he lost seemed to come back.

The familiar smell of gunpowder, the familiar freedom.

There are also lovely, beautiful and healthy people who believe that they can live freely and die freely.

Familiar taste, familiar formula, and, uh, Miss Wanda standing beside the special car with a cold face and sunglasses.