Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

The bed was soft and the comforter was very warm.

One unnamed, two unnamed, three unnamed.Count the cute unnamed like sheep.

Then there will be kidney deficiency.

Deadpool was lying on the bed around Anonymous, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes, and had the urge to smoke a cigarette.

Everything just now was too good to be true, and Deadpool felt that he might be living in a dream.He raised his left hand, hit the forehead with the back of his hand, and then was pierced by the ring until his tears flowed.

Hearing the obviously exaggerated cry of pain, Unknown turned over to face him, and raised his left hand, side by side with Deadpool's.The two rings are particularly conspicuous.

The contrast between the scarred and smooth skin was sharp - what did I do just now - Deadpool blinked, and suddenly felt the urge to shoot himself in the head.

This visual impact reminded him of what he was: a disfigured monster, a lunatic who couldn't die, a psycho who cranked up every day without blood.He moved slightly to the side, avoiding skin contact with Unnamed.

It was a mistake, mistake, mistake.

If Anonymous shoots him in the head now, or a lot of shots, he won't be surprised at all.

"Wade," the anonymous said.

Come, come, come, now that you are not named, you will have to go far away.Maybe Deadpool should jump off the stairs right now.

"Wade, what do you think about joining the Avengers?"

Anonymous said something besides his name, and Deadpool wasn't listening at all.The combination of characters seems to be a completely different language, which he cannot understand with his current state of mind.

His acquiescence to being anonymous was driving him away.

"Huh?" Deadpool murmured, "Okay, okay, bro, I'm leaving now, sorry, this is so stupid—"

He grabbed the knife by the bed, wanting to cut off the ring finger of his left hand.Then just act like nothing happened tonight, and that's perfect.Marriage proposal... How could Unnamed want to marry him?

There was a sudden pain in Deadpool's wrist, and he broke free from the almost sleepwalking state where he didn't know where his attention was drifting, and forcibly suppressed his counterattack.

Unknown clenched his knife-holding wrist, staring at him coldly with ice-blue eyes.

"What do you want to do?" He half propped himself up and asked.

Deadpool found out that his behavior of holding a knife was very misleading, and he murmured and didn't know what to say.Wade Wilson, who is always so coquettish that he can't shut his mouth, seems to be dumb, and he can't say any excuses.

"Do you know how Dr. Rhett, the genius profiler in the behavior analysis team, described me?" Unnamed stared seriously at Deadpool's eyes.

Deadpool shook his head.

"He said I was like an artificial intelligence, the unqualified kind."

Deadpool didn't know what else to do but shake his head desperately.

"So there's nothing to hesitate, Wade." The unnamed gaze firmly locked onto Deadpool's gaze that was trying to dodge, "I thought we confirmed it a long time ago, we are a pair of freaks."

He puts the stress on the quantifier 'pair'.

Deadpool didn't answer.

"I just said that I don't think we should join the revenge—" Unknown sighed, gave up and continued to talk about business, he let go of Deadpool's hand, "I have to get up early tomorrow, so let's sleep now."

'us'.

plural.

Deadpool blinked and came back to his senses, feeling that there was a big gap between reality and his imagination.Unnamed grabbed the knife with unquestionable force, put it on the bedside table beside him, and interlocked Deadpool's wrist with his fingers instead.

Deadpool's hands were cold, probably caused by the panic just now, but the warm touch on the skin reassured him, and the abnormally fast heartbeat gradually calmed down.

"You are not allowed to cut off your left hand in the future," Unknown whispered into Deadpool's ear.

If you don't guarantee it immediately, it seems that you will be raped by the family. Deadpool shivered, and his desire to survive was greatly increased.

"Brother will never lose the ring!" He replied decisively.

However, Anonymous did not answer. Deadpool looked back at him and found that he was breathing lightly and had already fallen asleep.Deadpool pulled the quilt to ensure that Unknown would not catch a cold, turned over, hugged Unknown, and let himself fall asleep.

The next morning, when Unknown woke up, Deadpool had been lying down for a long time with his eyes open. He had already put on his uniform, and he had obviously gotten up to take a shower, and then lay back down again.

They were entangled in a strange position, with Deadpool's arm pinned under the unnamed shoulder.

"Good morning, sweetheart," the abnormal state of last night was completely gone, and Deadpool put on his exaggeratedly happy mask again, "Did you sleep well?"

"Very good," Anonymous smiled. He moved his position, sat up halfway, and let Deadpool pull out his arm, "Are you... all right?"

"Okay, my hand is a little numb," Deadpool admitted, "but it feels good, probably in heaven, or dreaming."

"Oh, then you can continue dreaming," Unnamed rolled over and got off the bed, "I have to take a shower."

Deadpool held out Erkang's hand: He felt that the development of things was different from that of the domineering president Wenli.What about carrying him to the bathroom as agreed, and taking a shower and taking oil by the way?

This is really the worst class of authors he has ever led.

But Anonymous is not a weak subject with a height of 1.5 meters and a weight of 37. Everyone is an adult, and there is no need for company to take a bath.Although Deadpool himself would very much like to sneak into the bathroom.

He sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, he had already put on his weapon, and he just waited for Anonymous to come out of the bathroom and go out together.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Deadpool remembers hanging a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door and not ordering room service.

And why is the direction of the sound not quite right?As soon as Deadpool turned his head, he saw out of the window that Tony Stark's armor was floating in mid-air.

The gold-red painted metal is particularly dazzling in the sun, maybe a little too dazzling, Deadpool felt his eyes hurt, and pulled out the samurai/knife.

At the same time, Tony also felt a little pain in the eyes, but it was probably because of the proud glow of 'I have a boyfriend but you don't' on Deadpool's mask.

"Hi," Deadpool greeted, "it's taken you long enough."

With Jarvis around, from the hotel reservation records or surveillance video, it is absolutely possible to notify Stark the moment the two of them entered the hotel, and it will never be delayed until now.

"I don't have the hobby of disturbing young couples to open a house yet," Tony rolled his eyes in the armor, "I'm here to post an occupancy advertisement."

Even now, when he saw the messy bedding on the bed, he still had the urge to ask Jarvis to block his visual senses.No matter how advanced Stark Industries' technology is, it can't cure the blind dog's eyes.

The sound of water in the bathroom continued, and Anonymous probably didn't hear any movement outside.

"Whoa," Deadpool murmured, "does my sweetheart have a talent for prophecy?"

They were still discussing before last night—or Anonymous was still trying to discuss with him about joining the Avengers. Just saying that, Tony appeared like a summoned dragon.

"Wilson Fisk is not a good boss." Tony felt that he had grasped the crux of the problem, and as a rich man worth hundreds of billions, he made his only good suggestion, "The salary is completely fine."

Deadpool looked at him like an idiot—of course, Tony Stark was definitely not an idiot, but his experience in recruiting employees was completely inferior to that of Miss Pep.

Regarding the ad slogan about Stark Industries' excellent treatment, Tony would not be able to think of a sentence even if he wanted to.If he asked Jarvis to help him pull up the data, that would be a joke.

"Although Office Play is also very hot, but brother is the kind of person who sells his soul for money!" Deadpool said indignantly, and got Tony's eyes of "don't you?"

Unnamed doesn't want to be in the Avengers, which coincidentally, neither does Deadpool.

Actually, they 'needed' this, specifically this kind of mercenary life.Unknown and Deadpool, two lunatics who are completely disappointed in the so-called heroism and can't completely escape from the bloody life.

As a mercenary, at least he can make some black money from killing people.

It is undeniable that those who cooperate with Fisk will inevitably be hostile to the Avengers in the end-at least there will be some conflicts of interest or morality, but even if they join the Avengers, there will definitely be no shortage of moral conflicts.

The Avengers like to chatter before the battle so much and occupy the moral high ground. It is really not suitable for Unknown and Deadpool who have the lowest personalities and kill everyone when they see it.

"If you say 'turn back', I'm going to beat you," Deadpool held the handle of the warrior/soldier/knife, pulled out a blade, and looked at the golden-red iron armor.

There was a desperate madness in his eyes, but at the same time there was a lightness of joking in his words.

It's this paradox that cannot be understood by ordinary people's logic that makes Deadpool's threat even more chilling: he will definitely laugh maniacally while decapitating his enemy.

Especially when the other party touches his reverse scale: whoever wants to break the status quo of Deadpool and Unnamed must be prepared to suffer the consequences.

But Tony Stark obviously wouldn't flinch from such a little warning, he was still suspended in place.It only takes a few seconds for the Mark Legion on standby to arrive, enough to arrive before Deadpool's warrior/soldier/knife is inserted into the seam of the armor, blasting Deadpool into scum.

No way, no way.

It seems to be as stable as an old dog, but it is actually more stable than an old dog.

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