Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

There is clearly something wrong with this situation.Unnamed has never had such a violent, terrified reaction.Does he know this girl?

Obviously no.His actions made everyone feel ominous.

"Sweetie?" Deadpool called out tentatively, "Unnamed, can you hear me?"

Anonymous did not respond, and has lost the ability to receive information from the outside world.If one ignores his slightly undulating chest, some people might think that he is a corpse that Medusa has stared at, standing still only because he was condensed into a stone statue.

Natasha clamped Pietro, and the deadly electric current jumped at her fingertips, ready to press on his neck at any time.

The pair of brothers and sisters have not been thoroughly brainwashed by Hydra, and obviously regard their relatives as much more important than the tasks Hydra gave them.

Sure enough, Wanda's lips twitched slightly, as if to say something.

The scene was once very chaotic, and no one dared to act rashly.

"What did you do to my brother's sweetheart?" Deadpool was about to pounce almost immediately, in fact, if it weren't for that red barrier, he must have done so.

Wanda Maximoff didn't answer, she stared at Unknown with a mixture of guilt and determination, locking his eyes.

There are too many pains that don't match his age in those lost eyes, but there is no iron wall that matches them.

It was as if a blood-sucking vine had burst from his chest when he was unconscious, wrapping him airtight.

Now the thorny thorns had pierced the skin and grown wilder, nourished by the blood, so that they covered his eyes.

She couldn't distract herself from looking at Unnamed's illusion, and she couldn't know what kind of space she had built, but now Unnamed was trembling almost all over her body.

It seems cold, or frightened.

Wanda hated her abilities, and she seriously hated every ounce of ominous red that lingered in the air, especially for the sheer pain it could inflict.But she needs it, especially now.

Not for distant revenge, but because her brother who is close at hand needs her to do so.

"Let Pietro go," she demanded, "let him go and I'll let this gentleman go."

No one moved, and Deadpool couldn't listen to any of her conditions. If there was no mask to cover her, his eyes would be red, and he clenched his sword with both hands, as if he wanted to tear her into pieces. .

The two parties were at a stalemate, and no one dared to act rashly, for fear that the other party would tear up the ticket in a fit of anger.

Helmut Zemo, who was barely an outsider, thought it would be wiser for him to slip away now.Colonel Zemo sensed the atmosphere that surrounded Deadpool and Unregistered that no one else could get in.

Suddenly he felt that he needed a hug from his lovely wife before he could get up from the ground.

He turned his gaze to the inside of the laboratory behind Wanda, and the figure in the freezer seemed to have moved slightly.

Of course, this may also be his illusion, Zemo decided to focus on the red skull.

In the absolute silence, Unknown suddenly moved.He suddenly opened his eyes wide and let go of the gun in his hand. The sound of the rifle/gun landing was extremely loud in the confined space. The body of the gun bounced slightly on the ground before completely lying on the ground.

Deadpool seemed to be awakened suddenly by this action, and simply threw away the warrior/sword/knife, stepped forward two steps, and hugged Anonymous, with a little bit of expectation in bewilderment.

There was nothing in the unnamed eyes, filled with a gloomy mist, hiding the icy blue brilliance.

He found himself walking on a piece of grass, surrounded by an overly heavy fog, every step scraped a lot of water droplets from the blades of grass, causing the legs of his trousers to be soaked and sticking to his calf was extremely uncomfortable.

He heard a burst of rapid gunshots nearby, and instinctively squatted down to hide his figure. Some of the overlong grass blades rubbed against his face, giving him an irritable slight itch.

If something is in your face then-

Unknown suddenly realized that he had neither armor nor a helmet.A panic rose in him, a sense of utter defenselessness, a sense of hopeless vulnerability.

He pressed his body lower, closer to the ground, and his shirt was soaked by now, and the wet and cold feeling was too uncomfortable.

There was some cold metal pressing against his abdomen, preventing him from moving too impatiently.He lowered his head, only to find the AKM clenched tightly in his hand, and he was a little at a loss.

He has a weapon, and it's strange that he's only now discovering the gun, like a second ago he couldn't even feel what his hands were doing.Was this gun here before?He tried to recall it with his aching mind, but no matter how he tried to search the memory, it was all a fog.

Just like the dense and depressing fog scene in front of you.

By the way, gunshots, straight ahead.

Unknown hesitated whether to move forward, he didn't think he could confront anyone head-on in this state.

Maybe just turn your head like this, it will be better to turn your head, and stay here until you shrink the circle.

Unknown Ever since he was fully familiar with the various operations in the game, the indecision that he had never experienced again hit him again, and the suffocating hesitation completely obliterated him.

He took a step, not knowing what drove him.

For just a moment, he didn't remember how he got here, and he didn't remember when exactly, he turned on the scope and looked from the top of the mountain to the slope in front of him.

He saw two men cautiously testing each other beside a stone until one narrowly won.The standing figure suddenly turned to Unnamed, looked directly at the position of the crosshair, and took off the third-level head.

Anonymous pulled the trigger.

The man fell in response, his ice-blue eyes were extraordinarily bright, and at this distance where he shouldn't be able to see the color of his eyes clearly, the ironic look was deeply etched in the unnamed mind.His white shirt was stained with his own blood.

Unknown suddenly realized that it was him.

The natural recoil and zeroing makes the lens shift for a moment.

There is a blurred red in front of my eyes, is it really a hillside on the opposite side?Unknown suddenly felt a sting in his eyes, he couldn't help but raised his head from the magnifying glass, reached out and rubbed his eyes.

What's on hand?Unnamed felt a cold liquid on his face and across his eyelids, causing him to be unable to open his eyes for a while.The grass under my feet is softer than ordinary soil, but it doesn't feel like the muddy feeling after a heavy rain.

Unnamed had a bad premonition in his heart, he let go of the gun, struggled, and tried to stand up with one hand.

He managed to open his eyes, but there were red spots in his sight. He lowered his head and saw that his hands were covered with blood, which kept dripping on the ground.

Even the raindrops that started to fall just now were red, hitting the corpse.

On the ground, on the corpse trampled under his feet.

The entire hillside was piled up with dead bodies, men and women, some with guns in their hands, others without.An almost unlimited amount of blood gushed from bullet holes in their chests, foreheads, and limbs.

The liquid that had soaked shirt and trousers, thought to be dew, was also scarlet.Unknown's nostrils were filled with the pungent smell of rust, and he almost wanted to spit it out.

A little girl sat up from among the corpses, brushed her blood-soaked hair that was sticky into strands, and stared at him with her head tilted.

"Brother Unnamed."

Triss looked perfect, except that her hair was wet, she was not injured, her clothes were clean and tidy, she didn't have the eerie smile in the "horror movie" that Deadpool showed him, and her voice was as sweet as a little girl should be.

She just looked at him so quietly, didn't take a step forward, and didn't stretch out her hand, but something in her eyes shattered, and then there was a strong urge to escape.

He kept backing up until his back touched the tree trunk.Hard wood was replaced by warm body.

There was a pair of hands hugging him tightly from behind, a very familiar hug, but in the already frightened unnamed feeling, he was completely uneasy.

He struggled, turned around, staggered on the mountain of blood and blood, and stared at the only Deadpool who seemed not to be affected by the blood. The latter opened his arms, as if still hoping that Anonymous could respond to him.

The blood on the ground seemed to be attracted by something, and all frantically rushed towards Deadpool, turning into hands, entwining Deadpool's entire body inside.

Unknown didn't have time to think about it, pulled out his pistol/gun, and fired without hesitation.

A gunshot sounded, and the bullet seemed to tear apart the cocoon woven by blood, the agitated blood burst open, and a large part of the blood splattered towards an unnamed direction.

He had to close his eyes to feel the blood splashing on his face, and at the same time feel that some barrier was completely broken, and the unreality like a hallucination dissipated with the fog.

Unknown opened his eyes.

After waking up from the dream, in front of him was the mask of Deadpool, with a bit of disbelief on that exaggerated expression.

There was a bullet hole between his eyebrows, and the barrel of the unmarked pistol was still faintly hot.

The feeling of blood on his face was real, Unnamed felt the blood flow from his cheeks to his lips, seeping into the gap between his tight lips.

Should blood be bitter?

Then Deadpool fell to his knees.

An emotion called fear seized the unnamed heart. This organ, which he had always regarded as a vital point to protect and even regarded as a burden, seemed to have other meanings at this moment.

The author has something to say: My little angel~ he is about to wake up~

The last sentence came to me when I finished typing, put it in the manuscript box, and went to eat.

Like an idiot, I dropped my chopsticks and went to the computer to write this down.

This time, I will draw 5 2-point comments from the comments and send out red envelopes ~ each person can only send one.