Marvel, who rescued him? !

He picked up the keys and closed the door. Compared to Taylor, who was wearing a suit, Deadpool was wearing a red T-shirt and green shorts.

He excitedly handed the script to Taylor and said:

"Boss~ I love this plot so much. It will definitely become a hit if it is filmed like this. My fans will definitely line up to lick my toes. Oh~ Boss~ I can't wait to start filming."

After taking over Deadpool's script, what came into view was the cartoon of Deadpool stabbing Wolverine with two knives and holding it above his head. Looking back, there was not a word in the script. Deadpool showed it with several comic graffiti. The dream of wanting to do evil.

Deadpool beat up Professor X, Deadpool beat up Magneto, Deadpool beat up Deadpool...

Turning over Deadpool's drawing book, Taylor pointed to a picture of Deadpool carrying several little blue men to exchange money and asked: "Is this the Smurfs or Avatar?"

After tilting his head for a few seconds, Deadpool suddenly realized:

"Oh~ This is Mystique, Beast and Blue Devil."

Playing with the watercolor pen in his hand, Deadpool excitedly explained:

"A long time ago, Professor With a good sword, you can cross the highest mountain with your palm, and then rush into the depths of the jungle, trembling before smoking a cigarette.', the beauty was very happy, and stayed busy..."

"enough."

Looking through several pornographic comics at the back, Taylor casually threw the script aside and said:

"No one likes your plot!"

"We can just shoot "Deadpool" as planned."

He moved the table, pulled out a piece of paper, drew with watercolor pens and explained:

"We have a big production! Big scenes! With the most realistic scenes and Deadpool himself starring, the popularity is definitely more intense than the previous version."

Deadpool stared at the circles drawn by Taylor with gleaming eyes. He immediately threw aside his shooting plan and asked:

"Boss, I love you so much~ So when will our plan start?"

When does it start? Now I want to film "Buried Alive" even more.

"It's already started, Wade, your movie has no rehearsals, it's live broadcast all the time."

Deadpool stretched out his hand and begged:

"What about my script? I'm going to give this show my all and my tongue is already getting excited!"

"There is no script, Wade. When the time comes, you can do whatever you want. Don't forget, you are the screenwriter yourself."

Deadpool looked around excitedly, as if searching for an invisible lens, and asked again:

"So, what should I do?"

Taylor responded:

"Calm down and wait, I have prepared a plan, it will be your turn to perform soon."

In fact, he had not prepared anything at all. He only had a general idea in his mind, so Taylor immediately began to change the topic:

"By the way, Wade, how were you released by them?"

Sitting on the bed, Deadpool playfully replied:

"What are you releasing? Uncle Deadpool has been living here for the past two days. He just took time to help the poor brat complete a few small tasks. Those agents are really like resentful women who no one loves. As long as you provoke them a few times, After saying this, his face turned red with embarrassment and he rushed over to ask Deadpool’s father to touch him.”

What on earth have you done!

The last time I saw your plot, it was not like this!

Taylor wondered:

"Aren't they planning to lock you up for a while longer?"

"Hey~ My energetic administrator has a problem in his heart for some reason. I am still worried about him, but Lu Dan came over and told me that as long as I am willing to help him complete a few small tasks, then he will agree to let me out. "

Deadpool, who was sitting on the bed, twisted his body and continued:

"But how could I agree? I told Lu Dan: 'My boss is home wherever he is, and everyone here is talented and nice to talk to. I like it here very much.', so Lu Dan said he was willing to let you Go home too.”

I really want to thank you.

After thinking for a while, Taylor suddenly had a bad premonition and asked:

"So, you also joined SHIELD?"

"That's right, boss~ I am now a level 5 agent of SHIELD."

Level 5 agent...

Taylor clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, was furious, furious, frowning, furious, and smoke was coming from his orifices.

I am surrounded by mountains and seas of books every day. I want to die from memorizing them, and Deadpool is already a level 5 agent.

Damn it...Nick, I remember this account.

Deadpool happily took out his bank card from his pocket and shared:

"Boss, we have money now, we can go whoring together..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Taylor, whose eyes were shining:

"Great, we have enough money to eat!"

A mature summoned object can not only feed itself, but also feed its hungry Master, just like a mature keyboard should be able to code by itself.

As long as Deadpool goes out to work every day, he will definitely be able to eat enough every day.

Before Taylor could continue to rejoice, a line of words appeared on the pop-up system interface in front of him.

[Stark wakes up. 】

This was the greatest danger Tony Stark had ever encountered in his life. It was like a painful nightmare. The missile manufactured by his company exploded in front of his eyes. The shrapnel penetrated the special body armor and scarlet blood oozed from his chest. But he could only watch helplessly, helpless. For a moment, Stark even thought he was dead.

Pain, numbness, weakness, and discomfort made his body feel like a scrapped sports car, and like a ghost pressing down on the bed. His consciousness gradually became clear, but he couldn't control his body at all, and only the pain was clearly transmitted to his mind.

Opening his eyes and looking at the solid rock above his head, Stark believed that he must be dead.

There was a noise under his feet, and Stark struggled to raise his head, only to see a wretched man in slovenly clothes and glasses approaching.

"Don't move~ The operation was successful, you are already a..."

Although the process was painful, it was indeed the key to Stark's transformation from a playboy to Iron Man.

When Heaven is about to entrust a person with a great responsibility, he must first strain his mind and will, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, deplete his body, and mess up his actions, so tempting his mind and forbearance will benefit him beyond what he can do.

Stark's face was pale, his lips were dry, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Uh~" He endured the discomfort and pulled out the nasogastric tube.

He couldn't even fully control his shaking hands.

I saw several wires on my body connected to the battery.

Not knowing where the strength came from, Stark struggled to tear off the bandage on his chest and stared at the device fixed on his chest in disbelief.

This is absolute hell!

"What did you do to me?" Stark asked weakly.

Ethan smiled lewdly and stepped forward to explain:

"I'm saving your life, Stark~ I've tried my best to remove the shrapnel, but it's still not enough. The remaining shrapnel are still slowly entering your heart, and this electromagnet is your hope for survival. "