Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

When Stephen Roger went downstairs, he was confused and heard music that should never have appeared here.With four times the hearing ability of ordinary people, he immediately realized that there were many inappropriate words in this song.

God, you have to know that there is a cute little angel living downstairs.

This style of acting was inexplicably familiar, and Stephen suddenly thought of a mercenary in red tights.But mercenaries will definitely not appear here,

Right.

Pushing open the iron door on the first floor, Stephen felt that his world view had been refreshed.Why would the undead mercenary, wearing his discreet uniform, play pornographic songs on that obsolete player under his apartment building in the morning?

"Hi, Captain!" Especially the other party seemed very happy to see Stephen, the curvature of the lips could be seen through the mask.

"Mercenaries." It was obviously too late to pretend not to see the mercenaries, so Stephen could only nod his head reluctantly.

Stephen still has many questions, such as why the mercenary appeared here, how he knew his address, and what purpose he had.

Then the mercenary's eyes passed him completely, glued to someone coming out of the apartment.Stephen belatedly thought, it seemed that someone across the street had a really good relationship with Deadpool—good enough to openly go out on a date?

Look at Deadpool's pink bubbles all over his body!

"Wade, good morning." Unregistered smiled and greeted, and then saw the captain on the side, "Captain, good morning, are you going to run again?"

Stephen felt that he was a little bright, so he quickly slipped away at the speed of a super soldier.He felt that he was looking at Anonymous with the eyes of a kind old father, and then treated the mercenary as a social youth who spoiled a good baby.

Social youth drove a motorcycle instead of calling a taxi as usual.

One is because I want a two-person world.Two, probably because I have watched too many girly love stories, and I want to experience the feeling of being hugged by an unknown person in the back seat.

Anonymous's balance is very good, probably the kind that can shoot while kneeling on the bouncing back seat while driving, without any safety belt.Although he didn't realize it himself: because everyone in the game did this.So Deadpool completely miscalculated.

Apart from allowing Unknown to wear a third-level headgear, the motorcycle is really useless.What about hugging the mercenary's waist, nothing happened.

The breakfast place chosen by the mercenaries was unexpectedly not a TGI Friday—of course it was a taco shop, but the environment was very dirty, not as simple as an American fast food restaurant.

"Brother's favorite burrito shop," the mercenary introduced. "Come here after the murder. It's cool. It's probably second only to a cigarette after the event. It's not easy to get lung cancer, just like the brother next door."

They ate slowly, chatting inexplicably about everything from the weather to the Raiders and back to the weather.In the end, they may not even know what they are talking about, but they are not impatient at all.

"Actually, I would be in a coma for about twelve hours every three days," the unnamed said to the mercenary in a certain conversation, "Anton and Dr. Lulu said it was a biological toxin, but I don't know how it works. They couldn't help me out."

"Guess today is your third day? I never thought I was lucky, but hey, isn't there no nightlife? I believe I won't be suffocated because of this-well, I probably will, but always It's not a big deal at all!" The mercenary said nonchalantly, and decided to kidnap a dozen biological experts next time.

Probably not even that big green-skinned professional.

But he seemed to remember that there was a fluffy blue-skinned one who also studied biology.Next time, I will go to a genius academy.

It was not until eleven o'clock when the circle was closed for the second time that Anonymous dragged the mercenaries into the circle.

They parked their cars in random places, regardless of whether there would be a ticket or not, and walked on the street.This is completely different from what the mercenary thought, he should take Anonymous to some other place, maybe those tourist attractions will be very good.

This is not Hell's Kitchen, but it is not far from a slum. The houses are dilapidated, the streets are full of dirty water, garbage is piled up by the corners, and occasionally a mouse or two scurry past.

The mercenary didn't know where Anonymous would like, but it wasn't here anyway. This kind of dirty street shouldn't be the place where the two of them "dated" for the first time.

Anonymous didn't mind at all, he was happy to explore various places, and such environments can't be seen in the game.There is a shabby convenience store on the corner of the street. Unnamed feels a little thirsty and wants to go in and buy some drinks.

Only at this time did he miss the days when he could pick up energy drinks anywhere.

Unknown did not notice the wooden sign "Closed Business" hanging on the glass door, and the mercenaries will not stop doing whatever they want because of such a trivial matter.The two pushed open the door, only to find that they seemed to have broken into the robbery scene in embarrassment.

At noon, two robbers wearing black hoods pointed guns at the boss and ordered him to withdraw money from the cash register.Hearing the sound of the door opening, the two reacted fairly quickly and turned around, pointing their guns at Unknown and the mercenary.

The robbers never expected that two superheroes/antiheroes would appear in this remote convenience store.If their black hoods had the effect of mercenary masks, they would probably be so distorted that they couldn't see their original shape.

There is no technical content at all.

The mercenary and the unnamed shot one by one in tacit understanding, directly knocking down a robber each.The shopkeeper had never seen a hero who acted in this way, and was almost frightened: Are you here to help, or to blackmail?

"Brother and Little Sweetheart are so handsome." The mercenary declared proudly, "So I want to buy a pack of Durex——no, buy as many as you have."

Anonymous had a subtle hunch that he didn't want to know what the mercenaries were buying.So he obediently continued to drink his carton of apple juice through a straw.

Completely ignoring the trembling boss who called the police, Anonymous walked out of the convenience store with the mercenary, squinting his eyes at the oncoming sunlight on the street.The mercenary frowned almost at the same time, as if the sun could still shine into his eyes through the mask.

The two looked at each other, and suddenly started laughing. Unknown is not used to the expression of laughing, and feels that the muscles of the whole face are a little stiff.Laughing a lot, some tears naturally flowed from the corners of the eyes, hanging on the eyelashes.Anonymous touched it with his hands in a novel way.

This was the second time she shed tears, and each time it was inseparable from the mercenaries.I've never felt so "alive" before.

This time, the drug running experience was surprisingly successful.

In the end, Anonymous sat on the roof of a certain building with the mercenary, the sun had already set, and the last light in the sky was about to disappear.

The two of them stared at the dark blue.The light pollution in New York made all the stars lose their brilliance, except for the moon, which barely had a thin shape.However, the moonlight could not be seen very much. What was brighter was behind the lights hanging on the roof, casting the shadows of the two on the ground.

The mercenary sat on the edge of the roof, dangling his legs, looking down at the lights of Wanjia below.Unknown is further inside, sitting against a wall.He stared at the back of the mercenary.

There were many different footsteps downstairs, very strange footsteps.If an unnamed person was here alone, he would definitely hold on to the penis tightly and would not let go at all.

But the mercenaries were also here, and Anonymous suddenly felt that there was nothing to fear.A strange sense of peace swept over his body and mind, making him welcome the arrival of the last layer of the poison circle for the first time without being so panicked.

The time has come, under the influence of the toxin, Unnamed feels that his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.Just sleep for a while.

The mercenary didn't notice this, he had far more important things to consider.Ignoring the object of confession before confessing seems to be a very stupid thing, but isn't mercenary synonymous with jerk?

So he didn't dare to look back at the unnamed expression at all.Just pretend you're talking to air.

"Brother likes you." The mercenary felt that his throat was extremely dry, and he was obviously not a stunned young man in his first love, but he was so at a loss when he saw the unregistered name.

He felt that he was not worthy of Anonymous, maybe just a little bit.Mercenary dad is handsome, but disfigured is no secret.And now Anonymous is considered a non-staff hero, just like Little Spider.

He is still the mercenary that everyone avoids.

Beneath that skin of arrogance, the self-consciousness that never really went away remained, and as the silence deepened, squirmed beneath the intricate skin of scars.

The mercenaries were very uncomfortable.

Anonymous did not respond for a long time. The longer the time dragged on, the more disturbed the mercenary became.What does it mean?Do you agree or disagree?Your own confession may be too abrupt.Anonymous probably doesn't bother to talk to himself at all.

The more he thought about it, the more difficult it became. The mercenary decided not to torture his horribly low self-esteem. He looked up at the face of Unnamed, only to find that he was already leaning against the wall next to him with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Unnamed's breathing was extremely weak, and his heartbeat also accelerated to a disorderly level.The mercenary panicked for a moment before suddenly remembering.

This is probably the biological toxin that Anonymous told him about.

"Why hasn't this article been renamed 'Mercenary Dad Confession Failed One Hundred and One Times'." The mercenary pointed his middle finger at the sky, "Author, I'm fucking you."