Marvel's Magneto is a good guy

On the glass of the plane, a man in a red uniform jumped up suddenly. He had two knives stuck in his back, a pistol on his leg, and a round pocket on his waist. Take a look.

"Deadpool" Coulson knew Deadpool and he hesitated for a moment before opening the hatch and letting him in.

"Oh, thank you, you are really my great benefactor. When I get rich, I will definitely buy you lottery tickets." Deadpool jumped into the plane and sat down on the ground. "You'd better close the door, there is a group of savages chasing me." "

"Don't worry, savage, as long as it's not a damn dinosaur." A strong black man was bandaging the wound. The wound should have been scratched by a dinosaur's teeth. "Our plane is enough to withstand a brigade of savages."

"Mike, come here quickly," Coulson stood in front of the screen and shouted anxiously, "A division of savages is coming."

Mike: ""

Deadpool stretched out his hands, pointed his two index fingers at his face, and showed off his cuteness to Mike.

One division of savages sounds a bit exaggerated, but in fact, their number is only much larger.

The savages simply wore leaf clothes and held simple wooden spears and stone pestles in their hands. They surrounded the S.H.I.E.L.D. aircraft in a mighty manner. They kept shouting unintelligible slogans and their bodies beat rhythmically according to the slogans. , causing SHIELD's plane to tremble.

"Damn, what the hell did you do?" Mike angrily picked up the shotgun and pointed it at Deadpool.

Deadpool made an innocent gesture, and then quickly raised his hands above his head, "I just saved me, that's not right, I kidnapped me, I was regarded as a god by them, but I am my target, you don't You know, someone is willing to pay five million dollars and the whereabouts of Francis to buy my head. It’s such a bargain. If I had known that what they wanted was my head, then I would have cut off my head and given it to them. Do you think if my head is cut off, two Deadpools will grow? Then I can keep selling my head."

"What the hell?" Mike hit Deadpool hard on the head with the butt of his gun. He knew Deadpool couldn't die, so this was just to relieve his anger.

"Hey, brother, don't destroy my products." Deadpool touched his head, "How is the treatment here? Do you want to change jobs? I want to recruit a few salesmen, with a basic salary and commission, sell my head, How about it"

"Mike, shut him up," Coulson yelled, giving the order so the plane took off.

Mike got the boss's order, tied up Deadpool three times and five times, and stuffed his mouth with Deadpool's headgear, so that Deadpool could only make a "woo-woo" sound.

"What is this?" Mike took off the pocket on Deadpool's waist, put it on the table, and quickly opened it, "Oh, God."

Mike was frightened by the contents inside and almost threw the bag out. Colson turned his head and looked at it, and immediately changed his color, "Quickly isolate and disinfect this. This should be the virus they are looking for."

"Woooo" Deadpool's mouth was stuffed with something. The only thing he could move was his eyes. He first looked at Mike and Coulson with greedy eyes, and then looked at Deadpool. His withered face immediately became confused. He smiled and said, "Woo woo woo"

"Damn what he wants to say, this thing deserves to live." Colson and Mike took a step back again, their eyes full of fear.

The medical team on the plane quickly put Deadpool Deadpool in the isolation cabin, and carefully pulled out the filling in his mouth with a mechanical hand. After spreading it out, they found that it was also a red headgear, almost exactly the same as Deadpool's.

“Quack, quack, quack,” Deadpool with the dead head made an ugly laugh, “You too have today, let you block my mouth, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, this balaclava really stinks, I haven’t washed it in decades, damn it , why does it smell like preserved eggs?”

"Who are you?" Coulson stood in front of the isolation cabin, looking up and down at Deadpool, and found that this head looked a bit like Deadpool's.

"I am the fresh flesh and blood of your Deadpool. Oh, it's so delicious. Come in and let me take a bite. Wait, where are my teeth? Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. I knocked out my tooth. God, my last bite You don’t know how much I love this tooth. I will give it a comprehensive cleaning every two months, well, maybe three months, that’s not right, could it be four months?”

"Colson, let's gag him." Mike rubbed his forehead, feeling the pain in his head.

Coulson couldn't bear it, but he rejected Mike's proposal, "He probably knows the information here, Mike, he left it to you. You have sworn to dedicate everything to the safety of the world. It's time."

Coulson patted Mike on the shoulder earnestly, showing that you have a long way to go.

Mike looked confused and desperate, "Are you sure you're not seeking revenge just because I scratched your car last time?"

"Laura, you scratched it." Colson's eyes changed. "Mike, this head is very dangerous. You must watch him hours a day and make sure nothing happens to him."

Mike wanted to slap himself twice and looked at Colson walking away, "You pervert who named the car."

Colson returned to the cab and looked down, "How is the situation?"

"Very bad, they don't seem to be leaving. Sir, should we use the machine guns?" the pilot asked tentatively.

Colson shook his head, "They are not a threat. We have no right to massacre them. Can you be so cruel as to shoot them? They look almost exactly like us."

"Um, I just want to threaten with a machine gun." The pilot shrank his head, "Also, they don't look like they are not threatening."

"Can they still use sticks and stones to masturbate?"

As soon as Colson finished speaking, the plane shook. He became unsteady and fell over. "What's going on?"

"Those savages, they were using sticks and rocks to jerk off the plane." The pilot glanced sideways at Coulson and almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Coulson: ""

Eric has been flying straight towards Deadpool, but Deadpool is too jumpy, running around like a headless chicken, he has run all over the four directions, so that Eric has to constantly adjust the direction of flight .

After flying for a long time, Deadpool's position was finally fixed, and Eric hurriedly arrived, just in time to see an epic and spectacular sight.

A division of savages is masturbating

Ahem, he was really masturbating and smashing S.H.I.E.L.D.’s plane with wooden spears and rocks.