Marvel: Why should I save you? We are close friends.

In the chaotic battle of Hell's Kitchen, the smell of gunpowder filled the air like thick fog, and bullets roared like angry fire dragons in the dark streets.

The X-Men members dispersed as planned, and each of them transformed into a ghost in the night, quietly and silently moving among the gunfire.

Wolverine Logan stood in a corner, smoking a cigarette with a calm expression, as if the war around him had nothing to do with him.

Bullets whizzed past him, but he didn't even blink.

He looked at the bright moon above his head and a helpless smile appeared on his face.

"This war is so boring. I don't know if there are any bars in this damn place. I really want to have a drink."

Logan murmured to himself with a hint of sadness.

He knew that in this war-torn Hell's Kitchen, even if there were any bars, they would have closed down long ago.

After all, no fool would risk doing business at this time. After all, life is the most precious thing.

However, just as Logan was immersed in his own thoughts, a teasing voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Brother, do you also want to find a place to have a few drinks? Great minds think alike, how about I take you with me?"

Logan was startled, he turned around quickly and looked around vigilantly.

There was a strong hostility in his eyes, because he knew that this was Hell's Kitchen, the sphere of influence of Chen Ye, the Lord of Hell.

"Who's there? Come out!" Logan shouted in a deep voice, his voice revealing unquestionable majesty.

At this moment, a figure suddenly jumped down from the roof of the second floor.

He was wearing a red tights and had two sharp knives stuck in his back. When he landed, he suddenly staggered and almost fell.

Logan looked closely and recognized that this was Deadpool, one of the good friends of Chen Ye, the Lord of Hell.

Deadpool rubbed his waist and complained in his heart, "Oh, what bad luck, I wanted to land handsomely, but ended up spraining my waist."

He lay down on the ground, holding his head with his hands and looking at Logan.

Logan looked at Deadpool in front of him with a frown.

He wasn't sure what this guy's real intention was, was he trying to lower his vigilance by playing tricks, or was there some conspiracy?

"You should be a superhero like me, right?" Deadpool asked King Kong curiously.

"You know me? Have you heard my story?" When Logan heard Deadpool's words, he thought this person knew about his past, and his eyes revealed a look of longing.

He hopes to know from Deadpool what his past self was like.

However, Deadpool's answer disappointed him.

Deadpool just shook his head: "I don't know you, but your face is full of stories. How about having a drink with me? I have wine and you have stories."

When Logan heard what Deadpool said, he thought that Deadpool was making fun of him.

There was a sharp flash in Logan's eyes. He waved his hands and sharp claws instantly emerged from his fists, flashing a cold metallic luster.

He moved and pounced on Deadpool like a cheetah, ready to teach him a profound lesson.

However, Deadpool seemed to have expected it and easily avoided Wolverine's attack.

As he dodged, he looked at Wolverine's claws curiously, as if he was studying some new thing. "Don't you feel pain when you have claws sticking out of your body?" he asked jokingly.

Wolverine frowned, he was a little surprised at Deadpool's easy response.

Deadpool didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. He even reached out and touched Wolverine's claws to confirm that they were made of steel.

He pointed at Wolverine's lower body with a worried look on his face and said, "You can't have claws down there, right? That girl would probably be in a lot of pain."

Wolverine's expression grew even darker, and the rage in his heart burned fiercely.

However, Deadpool seemed not to notice his anger and continued his chatter.

"This is so cool, how does this work? Is your superpower to grow claws all over your body?"

Wolverine's patience has been exhausted, and he decides to teach Deadpool a profound lesson.

He attacked Deadpool frantically, each attack was full of power and ferocity.

However, Deadpool seemed to be at ease, blocking Wolverine's attacks with his sword while continuing his chatter.

"What's your name?"

"Are you from the Avengers or the X-Men?"

"I am quite familiar with Ganglishi. Did you see him this time?"

"You really don't want to go for a drink with me?"

"I know a nice bar nearby, but unfortunately the girls there probably aren't working today."

Wolverine remained silent, his eyes filled with only focus and determination on the battle.

He suddenly rushed forward, his claws flashing coldly, and slashed at Deadpool fiercely.

Although Deadpool's reaction speed was fast, he still couldn't completely avoid the attack.

His skin was lightly scratched by Wolverine's claws, leaving a shallow bloody mark.

However, although Deadpool is usually mean, his strength is not weak.

He swung his knife back and accurately hit Wolverine's chest. Blood immediately gushed out of the wound, staining Wolverine's collar red.

Wolverine also felt unprecedented pain, but he did not back down, but instead strengthened his determination.

Both of them took a few steps back, distanced themselves, and stared at each other.

Deadpool looked at the wound on Wolverine's chest and was surprised to find that Wolverine's wound was also slowly healing.

This struck him as somewhat amusing, as his own wounds had the same healing ability.

"It hurts so much. Why don't you speak? Don't you like talking?" Deadpool asked.

There was a sense of curiosity and intimacy in his tone; this was the first time he had met someone with the same abilities as him.

Wolverine didn't answer. He frowned and looked at Deadpool seriously.

He was wondering if the chatterbox in front of him really had the same abilities as him.

He decided to test Deadpool again to see if his abilities were really the same as his.

So Wolverine attacked again.

He rushed towards Deadpool like a bolt of lightning, his claws flashing with cold light, ready to hurt Deadpool again.

However, Deadpool did not passively take the beating like before, but quickly dodged Wolverine's attack.

"E on, stop being so boring, please." Deadpool spread his hands and said helplessly,

"By the way, were you also disfigured at first? How did you cure it?"

Deadpool thought that the enemies he faced had acquired their super powers through experiments just like him.

If he knew that Wolverine was not disfigured, he would definitely start making trouble again.

He tried to diffuse the tense atmosphere with a lighthearted tone, but also wanted to know more about Wolverine.

"If you have the same immortality as me, then you will never be able to kill me. Instead of this, why don't we sit down and chat and enjoy the beauty of life together?"

Deadpool leaned against the wall, playing with the knife in his hand and speaking lightly.

Logan frowned. Deadpool's words really hit the mark.

They have immortal bodies, so no matter how they fight, it is all in vain.

"You don't look like you really want to destroy Hell's Kitchen, so why are you working so hard? Just leave the other things to Chen Ye. This guy Chen Ye just wants me to work for him for free!"

After hearing this, Logan seemed to agree with it. Anyway, he had already tied up Deadpool's main force, so it wasn't like he was just slacking off.

But he didn't want to listen to the chatterbox in front of him, and he was conflicted for a moment.

Just when Logan was struggling, Deadpool suddenly stepped forward, put his arm around his shoulders, and greeted him warmly: "Come on, I'll take you for a drink and we can have a good chat. Let me tell you, our Hell's Kitchen..."

Logan was stunned. He didn't expect Deadpool to be so enthusiastic.

Logan originally wanted to give Deadpool two claws, but then he thought that he would also heal, so he could only helplessly follow Deadpool's steps and leave.

In this way, Wolverine, a member of the X-Men, was easily dragged out for a drink by Deadpool.