Marvel world code name ghost

"Are you sure you don't want to consider my plan?" In the New York Temple, Master Gu Yi poured a cup of tea for Ron and asked casually.

"No need, I don't want to be bossed around. It's not suitable for me there." Ron picked up the tea cup, stared at the dense heat, and smiled.

"Your personality reminds me of a person." The Supreme Mage wiped the tea cup with a deep look, "The same unruliness, the same talent."

"Can I take this as a compliment?" Ron drank the tea in his cup and smiled noncommittally.

"Ron, this world is not as simple as you think. I don't know and don't want to know why you left your original world and came here. I'm just warning you that I will always pay attention to you." Gu Yi finished wiping the white hands in his hands. Tea set, turned around and went up to the second floor of the temple, disappearing at the end of the steps.

"Should I feel honored?" Ron put down the teacup in his hand and smiled to himself.

After that, he picked up the box beside him, took one last look at the deep steps of the temple, turned around and left the temple.

"Mentor, do you believe him so much, what if he is like Casillas?" A dark figure asked worriedly from a place where Ron could not see.

"Although he has a similar personality to Casillas, they are two completely different people. Casillas is naturally unable to withstand temptation and disobey discipline. Although he is talented and intelligent, he is headstrong. Ron is different from him, although he is unruly. He is unruly but essentially a kind person." Gu Yi looked at the retreating figure, his voice was a little vague,

"Modu, among my many students, although your qualifications are not outstanding, you are more diligent and down-to-earth. I am very pleased about this, but I also hope that you can be more flexible so that you can take on big responsibilities."

"Yes, mentor." Mo Du nodded slightly and retreated, leaving Gu Yi alone to silently stare at the scenery outside the window.

"Ron Stephen"

On the other side, after Ron left the temple, he went directly to a gang den. After a burst of screams and fighting, he walked out carrying a shoulder bag, wiped the blood on his hands, and smiled with satisfaction. laugh.

“The fastest way to make money is by eating blackmail.”

Afterwards, he came to an informal hotel and got a room to rest for a night.

"It doesn't feel right." Ron sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at his physical condition, puzzled.

According to Ron's impression, he died of cancer in his last life, and in this life he is possessed by Deadpool from Wolverine 1. Although this Deadpool is not orthodox, he should look like the original Deadpool, and it should be okay. incurable disease.

But as far as the current situation is concerned, not only are there no diseased cells in the body that are constantly fighting against the self-healing factors, but even the appearance is the same as in the previous life, that is, the physique has changed a lot. In the previous life, due to the torture of the disease, he was as skinny as a stick, but now He has a height of 188cm and perfect muscles.

"Is it because of the fire?" Ron suddenly thought that the explosion and the subsequent fire had almost eaten away all the skin and flesh on his body. Is it because of this, and because he came through time? Just created a brand new creature

"Then am I still Deadpool? I still have the abilities of Deadpool in Wolverine 1, including Cyclops, teleportation, self-healing, as well as this heavy Adamman metal frame and the superb fighting skills in my mind. In addition to my hands, No matter how long the knife is, everything else is still the same as before." Ron touched his slightly stubbled chin and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter whether I am Deadpool or not. What is important is that I can live another life, and I can still live well." Thinking this in his heart, Ron lay on the bed and closed his eyes, and soon he fell into a deep sleep. fell asleep.

After all, he has gone through too many things these days

The next day, Ron came out of the hotel, picked up his shoulder bag containing hundreds of thousands of dollars, and walked slowly and leisurely towards the place he had agreed with yesterday.

"Sir, what do you think of this house?"

"Not bad, that's it. Oh, by the way, here's what I want." Ron looked at the spacious room with satisfaction and said to the real estate agent next to him.

"I've put them all in the bedroom on the second floor for you."

"Yes, your boss is very efficient in his work." Ron nodded, but then the conversation changed.

"But what if I find out that the thing is fake?"

"I will never cheat." The real estate agent, the gang member who was robbed by Ron last night, was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat when he heard his cold words, and repeatedly confirmed the authenticity of the things.

Ron looked at the other person's pale face and couldn't help but feel funny. As expected, people are often so vulnerable in front of strong people.

"Okay, let's go. By the way, tell your boss and ask him to help me pay more attention to the recent rumors in Hell's Kitchen."

After that, Ron ignored the housing agent who was still standing there and went up to the second floor.

"Then sir, how can we contact you then?"

"Call the number I left for you. Ring three times and hang up and I'll be there."

Ron's voice came from the second floor. The housing agent bowed slightly, opened the door and walked out.

On the second floor of the room, Ron opened the suitcase prepared by the real estate agent and took out a complete set of black combat uniforms, black tactical vests, black tactical gloves, black combat boots, black tactical daggers, and even a black Tactical mask with night vision

The perfect night stealth combat set

Ron looked at the equipment carefully, with an inexplicable smile on his lips.

Half an hour later, Ron, dressed as a tourist, was walking on the streets of Hell's Kitchen with a pair of exquisite SLRs in his hands. From time to time, he raised his camera to snap a picture, like a Chinese tourist visiting the United States for the first time. .

But in reality, only Ron knew what he was doing. The Hand, this behemoth entrenched in Hell's Kitchen, is no longer as simple as an ordinary dark force. No gang can extend its tentacles to all levels and corners of society like him. It is not so much a criminal force as it is a criminal force. It is said to be a small society that is gradually improving.

In the short five minutes that Ron was taking pictures, no less than ten eyes stayed on him for more than three seconds. The owners of these eyes included white-collar workers drinking outdoor coffee, sanitation workers cleaning garbage, and people wearing clothes. There are mature young women with children, and there are also young boys passing by with schoolbags on their backs.

"As expected, it's heavily guarded, but that's what's interesting. I'm the best mercenary."

Ron put down the camera in his hand and rubbed the dry corners of his eyes. A dark red figure unconsciously appeared in his mind.

"If the barrister knew that I was running wild on his territory, I don't know how he would react."

The wheels of fate are always turning and we must adapt or we will be crushed.

"I really want to know, when the wheel of fate comes here, what choice will you make?"