Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

The momentum of the arrival of the two of them was very great, and of course it was impossible to continue to choose to sneak into this road.On the contrary, the mercenary feels quite good. He is used to the practice of using martial arts/soldiers/swords to kill a bloody path, not to mention that this time there is no need to defend the back at all.

Anonymous carried M4 and walked behind him.

The smell of gunpowder smoke that cannot be washed away by the two people is intertwined, so there is no need to worry about the blood scaring the little sweetheart, it is a perfect date.The mercenary decides to ignore the fact that his confession has turned over and pretend it's a date.

Ah, it's so beautiful, the mercenary secretly turned his head to look at Anonymous.

I don't know how many people Mr. Zizi controlled, and how many bodyguards and thugs he hired.The sound of people walking in the corridors on both sides.After confirming that he heard the metallic sound of guns colliding, Anonymous didn't look closely at all, and fired to the left first.

The mercenaries fell at the sound, but there were still a steady stream of people, a total of seven or eight, each holding a gun, unnamed and grabbed the man's body as a shield to block the bullets, and devoted themselves to the battle.

On the other side of the mercenaries, in the corridor on the right, it was not mercenaries who rushed out, but a few civilians.

The mercenary raised his gun without any psychological barriers, and shot at the student-like enemy who rushed over.It wasn't until the student girl fell that the brain, which was so excited because of the killing, suddenly woke up with the muffled sound of the corpse hitting the ground.

The smile under his mask froze for a moment, and he wanted to turn his head to look at the unnamed expression, but at the same time he didn't dare to do so.Another civilian rushed over and stabbed a knife into his abdomen, but the mercenary seemed to feel no pain at all.

No, no, no, no, I didn't stop the car if I didn't pay attention.The mercenaries wanted to block the girl's body, but apparently couldn't.On the contrary, it was not named. Hearing the gunshots, he stopped abruptly, and turned around to see what happened to the mercenaries.

At this moment, a mercenary who has killed countless people and should have no guilt feels like a death row prisoner waiting for trial. Is it acceptable to be anonymous?Once, the commando captain beat him up because he didn't care about civilian casualties.As a result, mercenaries can't get along with those superheroes.

"Wade?" Anonymous knocked down a thug with a backhand shot, and took a moment to watch the mercenary passively receiving one blow after another with doubts.His gaze swept across the scattered corpses on the ground, his eyes didn't fluctuate, "What's wrong?"

With a very flat tone, I don't think this kind of indiscriminate killing has anything to do with it.The mercenary felt that he could breathe again. He grabbed the wrist of his attacker and even fell over his shoulder, the left hand holding the gun was able to move again.

"It's nothing, sweetheart, you're so sexy when you fight." After knocking down another enemy, the mercenary took a deep breath of bloody breath, his eyes glowing sickly under the mask.

are of the same kind.He thinks Unregistered is getting cuter and cuter.

Anonymous is still wearing the miniature earphones issued by the National Security Bureau, and the agents on the other side feel that their ears are going to be blind: Why can this dog and man play the invasion mission as a love mission?

After solving this episode, the two broke through all the way, and soon arrived at the empty factory workshop.This place has been transformed into an operating room, but there is no hygiene at all. Discarded surgical equipment and plastic sheets are piled up in the corner of the workshop, and there are two or three crude iron beds at the other end.

"Don't do it, he might have hinted at the people around him." Hearing the unnamed change of magazines, the national security agent immediately stopped him.Mr. Zizi probably gave orders to everyone, including the archer, that if something happened to him, he would order them to commit suicide or something.

There are many old white plastic film barriers around. The mercenaries and the unnamed follow the movement, and soon bypass a barrier, a hospital bed. Mr. Zizi is not wearing a suit jacket, and the collar of his shirt is half open Bandages can be seen faintly inside.He has already used the opportunity of his subordinates to hinder the two of them just now, and bandaged the wound.

Obviously, he gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain of suturing the wound, and refused to use any anesthetics that might affect his abilities.

"It's really not cute." Anonymous pointed his rifle at Mr. Zizi.The instinct of the game drove him, making him want to shoot directly, but he still listened to the national security agent in the headset and decided to see what cards he had left.

Next to the hospital bed was a corpse still bleeding, wearing a white coat, it should be the doctor who treated him.

"You are moving very quickly." Mr. Zizi's face was still pale, and he slowly sat up from the operating table, fearing that the wound that had just been bandaged was involved, he said, "Archer, stop him."

Unknown When he spit out the word "archer", he immediately rolled over on the spot, using the operating table as a cover, avoiding the three consecutive arrows.It should be to avoid accidental injury, the archer did not use bursting arrows.

On the steel beams of the workshop, an agent in black held a crossbow/arrow and aimed at the unnamed hiding place. As long as the unnamed probe probed, he was ready to shoot the arrow immediately.

Unnamed tilted his head slightly, used the edge of the hospital bed to set up the gun, gave up aiming, and fired at the approximate position of the archer, emptying the entire magazine, and did not hear the sound of the person being hit.

Instead, there were two scattered gunshots nearby, and the mercenaries had disappeared since they found Mr. Zizi just now. Unnamed had a vague guess in his mind.

While the archer was moving around on the beam to avoid the muzzle of the gun, Unnamed reloaded and probed out, thinking about how to knock him down from a height.It really can't afford to hurt without mine.

Thinking about it, Unknown suddenly thought of the... frying pan behind him.

He made a decisive decision, took down the pot, and threw it at the archer.The latter didn't react at once, thinking it was an explosive device, he had to turn over and jump off, losing the advantage of the commanding height.

Anonymous threw away his rifle/gun, bullied him, and drew out his hand/gun to fight him at close range, forcing him to use the bow/crossbow as a melee weapon, losing the advantage of modifying the arrow.

On the other side, Mr. Zizi stared nervously at the battle here, and shouted loudly: "Mercenary? Come out!"

He obviously wanted to control the mercenaries to deal with Anonymous. When faced with a life-and-death crisis, Mr. Zizi put aside all interests in Anonymous and chose to eliminate future troubles forever.

no reply.The mercenary had slipped out of the workshop at some point, at least not within his control.Mr. Zizi took two steps back angrily, wanting to withdraw from the side door, as long as he stayed away from the unnamed, he was safe.

Before he took a few steps back, there was a gunshot from the other side of the room, and a bullet accurately avoided Unknown and the archer who were wrestling with each other, and hit Mr. Zizi's forehead.

Unnamed took advantage of the fact that the archer was slightly distracted by the gunshot, pulled out the anesthesia needle that had been prepared on the utility belt, and stabbed it hard into his neck.

The anesthetic took effect very quickly, and before the archer had time to carry out Mr. Zizi's order and stab the knife into his neck, he staggered and fell down.

Unnamed gave the mercenary a thumbs up, and the latter was chattering, completely unaware of Unnamed approaching.On the mercenary's mask, the cloth around the ears oozes blood, obviously injured.

"As a villain who can't last seven chapters, Mr. Zizi, you are too weak." Deadpool blew on the muzzle of his gun, and used his talent skill, taunt, on the blood that should be mosaiced on the ground.

The agents, who kept a safe distance, now filed in through the door, first tied the archer to the stretcher and carried him to the car, and then began to clean up the scene.

"What are you talking about? I can't hear you now." Turning around and seeing Unregistered, the mercenary thought Unregistered was going to talk to him, and the reply was much louder than usual, "The mercenary who is hard of hearing is also handsome. That's it, it's as good as ever."

Unknown shook his head, probably guessing that the gunshots were caused by this idiot who deliberately shot himself in the ear, and was temporarily deaf.

The extraordinarily loud conversation just now has attracted the attention of many agents, and they cast probing and fearful gazes at the two blood-soaked people.

Once some people found the corpses of civilians lying on the ground, they even looked at them with evasive eyes. Counting the casualties, at least 20 people died, and a few were seriously injured. They had to be sent to the hospital immediately. OK.

This caused people to come and go busy, but no one dared to speak to the mercenaries and anonymous.

Unknown felt bored and wanted to talk to the mercenary, but because his eardrums hadn't healed on its own, he took the mercenary's hand and wanted to lure him outside.

Unexpectedly, the mercenary became stiff all of a sudden, with an indescribably tangled expression on his mask, and he refused to leave without a name.

"Oh my God, hold my hand, this is so cool for his mother, brother must be dreaming." He muttered to himself, pulled out the pistol, and shot himself in the head, blood spattering Unnamed all over.

The surrounding agents were startled when they heard the gunshot, and they all put on defensive postures. After seeing that the fallen was a mercenary, they continued to work without any surprise.But until the mercenary fell to the ground, Unnamed was still in a dazed state.

"He...he often does this." The agents stated embarrassingly. It was not the first time they saw Deadpool committing suicide. They were a little shocked before, but now they are basically numb.

"Ah, thank you." Unnamed nodded sluggishly, and let go of the mercenary's hand, "I'll leave the follow-up work to you. The really unlovable control should be released in about twelve hours."

Really not cute.Agent Coulson was keenly aware of the unnamed address, who still used his Christian name to call the recently deceased enemy, with the same calm attitude as when mentioning a friend.

Coulson barely restrained his urge to shudder. As expected of a person who got along so well with Deadpool, he might not be so mentally healthy.

Deadpool is dead again, but this time Anonymous is a little less sympathetic to him.

"Don't do this in the future," Unknown sighed, knowing that Deadpool couldn't hear him.He still chose to do it without complaint, lifting Deadpool's shoulders and dragging him away from Kilgrave's body.

Although I have no experience of taking a gun and shooting myself, self-throwing or something really hurts.Deadpool should also-

What should be?Unknown was stunned for a moment, unable to understand why he had to point fingers at what Deadpool did.Then he let go, and Deadpool's head hit the ground again.

He was supposed to wake up, but he was knocked unconscious again.