[Comprehensive Anglo-American] If someone goes to save Deadpool

Brad ended those memories and took out his cell phone to call Natalia.

He counted silently in his heart: "Three, two, one."

The phone was connected, and Natalia's gentle voice came from over there: "Hello?"

Brad threw away the cigarette butt: "Hello, Natasha, Isme, Brode."

"Oh, Brad, should I say long time no see? It's been half a year, right? You, you've been missing from me for half a year, with your boyfriend."

"Yes, I'm sorry, Natasha, but I don't want to say that," Brad took another cigarette and lit it, "Tell me, Where is the Wade."

Natalia heard the sound of the lighter firing, and gently told him: "Smoking less, smoking is harmful to your health, even you, I think it is no exception."

"Ha, don't say that," Brad said angrily, he didn't want to deal with Natalia, "Tell me, Where is the Wade."

"How do I know, that's your boyfriend, not mine."

"But I think you know, Natasha, don't you? Tell me he's there."

"That's what you think, but I really don't know, I swear."

"Natasha, has anyone ever told you to choose a smart partner?" Brad sneered, "While I'm still patient."

"...Are you serious? Brad, for him?"

"I've never taken it this seriously."

Natalia took the phone away, and Suzanne, who was sitting next to her, kissed her gently on the side of the face. The two touched their foreheads. Natalia asked again: "Does he know that you are different from us?" ? Can he accept it?"

"That's my business."

"Strike's Kidao laboratory, you might as well visit it if you have time."

"Thank you."

Natalia stopped Brad from hanging up the phone: "Are you really sure?"

Brad was very serious: "I think you should see it, goodbye, Natasha, and Susanna."

After hanging up the phone, Suzanne hugged Natalia gently: "Don't be sad, it will happen sooner or later."

"Maybe, but, I don't want to."

"Oh, me too, but we can't help it."

"What magic power does he have?"

"No one knows, but what magic do you and I have? Love is no good, is it?"

"Yes, love is no good."

After hanging up the phone, Brad pressed the cigarette butt and asked, "How do you know I haven't hesitated?"

"But I didn't expect you to do that either."

Of course Brad knew he was different from others, very different, after all he knew best about his own body.

Brad couldn't help but lit another cigarette, but didn't smoke it.

But often, as Wade said, they are like two jigsaw puzzles with twisted edges. become like this.

Love is no good.

Brad stood on the balcony and looked at the starry sky. He flicked the cigarette ash and sighed softly: "Goodbye, Natasha, Susanna, good night."

"Also, I really hate them who are engaged in intelligence."

At this time, it has been two months since Wade disappeared.

In the past two months, Brad had killed three of Stryker's laboratories, but Wade was not found.

He didn't want to ask Natalia for help, but he had to.

It took Brad a while to get the location of Kidma Lab, but Brad is getting less and less anxious. After all, he and Wade still have a unicorn park agreement, he thinks Wade will not He died before he put on the unicorn couple suit.

He didn't even go to Wade immediately, but sneaked into Stryker's office.

——No, it’s not actually sneaking in. He came up from below.

But Brad is really laid back, he even turned on the player following Wade's example.

Wade likes the Wham and Mighty Band.

"Honestly, I don't really understand Wade's taste at all. For example, he likes the Whamrock Band, but I don't like it when I hear the name. He likes milk and hates coffee, but I'm just the opposite. I like coffee. Hate milk, especially he hates the smell of smoke, and likes pink and tender unicorns, my God, I simply don't understand why he, a big man, hates the smell of smoke, and he always likes to say something yellow Joke, although I happen to be able to pick up the memes, but no one knows why he is such a dick as a man, and he doesn't use mint-flavored toothpaste, saying that it will damage his appetite, please, I really don't I found out that he bought a feeding bottle last time because he wanted to drink milk, omg, I would actually buy it for him, I may be crazy too, but I know why I am crazy. Sometimes I also mock him for not being weaned, She is a little girl, but I have never refused his request. The most obvious feature is that I don’t bring money for cigarettes when I go out recently, and I will buy imported baby milk powder for him. I even bought him a box unicorn toy and painted our bedroom pink."

"I'd never say no to anything he wants," Brad said, eyes fixed on Stryker as he walked through the door. "It's simply because I love him."

"Hello, Colonel Stryker." Brad sat on Stryker's chair and greeted him, "Long time no see, how are you?"

Brad spoke soft words and smiled, but the dagger he twirled in his fingertips told Stryker that he was not a good comer.

Stryker smiled, and he was slowly moving towards the place with the alarm bell: "It's not bad, um, didn't Miss Betnovna treat you well?"

Brad smiled, and the next second, the dagger in his hand pierced Stryker's ankle, and Stryker knew without looking that his hamstring had been broken.

Brad walked to his side and slowly drew out the dagger.

"Brad, Betnovna is also involved in this matter!"

Brad wiped the blood on Stryker: "I know, but I don't want to hear her name now, especially from your mouth."

"what--!!!!!!"

Brad came to the innermost laboratory. He had searched all over this broken place. If he couldn't find it, he could only buy a home for Wade in the cemetery. It's not bad to keep it close to home, or not to buy it at home...

While thinking wildly, Brad installed a small bomb on the door, blowing up the door to pieces.

There was a person lying on the bed facing the entrance of the laboratory. Brad stepped forward in three steps at a time. He didn't let out a long sigh until he saw the person's face clearly.

"...oh, mygod, I should really throw that damn Stryker between the bulls or the dogs for him to enjoy, it would be even better if he could give birth to a little thing." Brad said As she spoke, she pulled off the restraint belt on the naked man, and then hugged him up.

Yes, even though this man is now as ugly as a battered egg cooked by a kitchen killer, or the product of two old ugly avocados after violent sex, there is no doubt that this ugly man is Wade Wilson.

Damn Wade Wilson who ran away from home and disappeared for more than two months and 60 days.

Brad kissed his forehead.

"Come on, Wade, we're going home."

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