Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

"Do you want me to join you?" Deadpool asked immediately, turning his face faster than turning a book.

Of course, it's not an everyday opportunity to hack people with public funds, but at the same time, there is only one wife, so it's impossible to just do nothing for such a small commission.

Anonymous shook his head.

They are not like Siamese twins, their minds are full of love, and they don't even have the basic ability to handle things.After all, although the other party is very important, it is not to the extent that we need to be together every minute.

Just like he was still living a normal life when Deadpool was out on missions, he didn't think it was a big problem for him to run poison alone.

Everyone else breathed a sigh of relief.Unnamed is a big loss in terms of combat power, but fortunately Deadpool didn't leave together.

They also have no position to require Anonymous to participate, but at this critical juncture, besides saving the world, what more important things can he do?

Even if he knew that the weight of human life in Unnamed's heart was not much heavier than a feather, the Avengers' perception of him would inevitably drop a lot.

The captain's eyes turned cold for a moment, and he no longer looked at him like a 'comrade-in-arms'.

He said it as if Anonymous cared about this, and he wanted to get rid of poison as soon as possible.

Anonymous walked out the door unremarkably, and Jarvis was not stopped by Tony, so he let it go all the way.To be honest, Anonymous may not have noticed the change in the attitude of the Avengers, but just focused on thinking about strategy.

Under the premise of ensuring your own survival, try to help your teammates as much as possible.

Unnamed basically regarded this 'game' as a sweet duo, and his teammates were naturally Deadpool.

A teammate who doesn't need support is the best teammate.

Now he can't do melee support, so he can only consider relying on long-range sniping to help Deadpool.

There are still 15 minutes before shrinking the safety zone. If he can seize the commanding heights in the center of the drug circle before shrinking the circle, a 98K can teach the entire Chitauri fleet to be a man.

Without the slightest hesitation, as soon as he stepped out of the gate of the Avengers Building, he started to run wildly. While moving, he still shot without missing a beat, and any Chitauri he saw or saw him fell to the ground along the way.

Many civilians were evacuating, and some police officers stood still and tried to maintain order.They overcame their fear and helped the people evacuate first.

Even though there was cold sweat all over his forehead and his hands were shaking uncontrollably due to fear, whenever he saw a grateful child in the crowd, he would quietly hide his trembling hands behind his back and cover his pale complexion with a firmer voice.

They think it's worth it.

The little police officer standing on the outermost layer stared at the Chitauri approaching slowly, bit his lips tightly, and said nothing to allow himself to move a step.

He raised his pistol/gun, pulled the trigger with trembling hands, and poured all the bullets in the clip into the alien's flesh, but the bullets were obviously not powerful enough.

The Chitauri just shook, then raised his laser weapon—

This may be the appearance of the Grim Reaper, with a strange appearance and a shadow of despair left by the backlight.The officer closed his eyes and prayed silently.

He heard only three gunshots, but no pain as expected.So he boldly opened his eyes.

The ugly alien wobbled and fell to the ground, as did the companion behind it.

The laser weapon with huge lethality was like a piece of scrap iron, smashing to the ground.

For a moment, the police officer thought that the second alien race was in conflict with the Chitauri, but only after a while did he realize that the black helmet was actually just a piece of armor, and the man in the white shirt had already gone away with his rifle/gun on his shoulders. up.

A man wearing a helmet that couldn't be simpler and could be called outdated in technology, each with a rifle/gun, forcibly fought his way through the alien crowd.

Is he an Avenger too?Or some other vigilante?

The policeman narrowly escaped death, and almost regarded the man who suddenly appeared at that moment and saved himself from the fire and water as the savior.It wasn't until this moment that he truly realized the existence of the heroes around him.

Not just reports on TV, or unnecessary criticism in newspapers.

He looked around and for the first time really took the whole battle into his eyes.In the sky, there are not only alien battleships, but also the armor of Iron Man and the red and blue figure of Spiderman shuttling between tall buildings.Every time the falcon spreads its wings, it throws a Chitauri into the air; Hawkeye is watching somewhere in the battlefield, and his arrows are always there, even the big green man with great destructive power only chases after the Chitauri , a small battleship in one hand, twisting steel into unrecognizable shapes.

This is the hero.

This is [our] hero.

He immediately turned around and joined the ranks of helping the evacuation of the crowd again, but this time there was hope in his eyes, and his actions became more determined.

And hope spreads far faster than the most terrifying virus in the world. It only takes a small spark to ignite the faith of one person, ten people, or even thousands of people.

We survive because these heroes fought and died for us.

Deadpool was pierced through the shoulder by the laser again, and because there were people behind him, he couldn't even dodge these attacks well.Fortunately, the powerful self-healing ability makes these the least obstacles in battle.

"careful!"

Deadpool heard a small voice exclaiming from behind, so he threw the short knife and turned his head briefly, just in time to meet the eyes of a little girl.

He knew that his tattered uniform couldn't block the scarred skin at all, and even a laser beam just passed by his face, and now his left cheek was completely exposed to the air.

But the girl didn't show any fear, her eyes were full of worry.

He couldn't be distracted for too long, and he only had time to smile at the girl, watching her mother pick her up and rush to the evacuated crowd.The woman's face is also pure gratitude, without the slightest disgust or fear.

Surprisingly it feels good.

Deadpool thought as he pulled the strangely colored blood-stained and therefore sticky blade from the alien corpse.

Unnamed is still running, he has a hallucination, as if he can see the poisonous circle approaching slowly, even though there is no blue lightning outside the safe zone in the real world.

Faster, faster.

He didn't even realize that New York City was so much bigger than the map of Jedi Island before, probably because there was too much time for running drugs.

The current road conditions obviously made it impossible to use any means of transportation, so Unnamed simply climbed onto the roof of the car and jumped around in the completely still traffic.He darts through the laser beams, emptying magazine after magazine, thankful for his near-endless stockpile of ammo.

Seventeen minutes and thirty-eight seconds later, he barely stepped on the edge of the safety zone and escaped the approaching poison circle behind him.

Unknown breathed a sigh of relief, and had time to take a good look around.In fact, it is not very far from the Avengers Building, after all, he only ran for ten minutes on foot.But when he looked up, he saw an acquaintance with a shocked face.

familiar.

The special soldier in front of him was wearing a combat uniform with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo, but instead of helping people everywhere like his colleagues, he was holding a communication device with a look of 'fuck I'm caught' on his face.

Brock Rumlow held a pistol/gun in one hand and a communicator in the other, thinking that this must be the biggest joke God made with him: just when he was reporting the situation to Hydra, he was caught by an anonymous I don't know how many times he heard this sign.

Unnamed actually didn’t hear anything, and felt that he couldn’t hit his allies, but this man raised his hand/gun to his head, and it was very uncomfortable not to hit him.So in a humanitarian spirit, he knocked Rumlow unconscious with a rifle/gun butt.

The next question is a bit tricky, especially in the current chaotic situation, it is difficult for Anonymous to leave the unconscious Rumlow on the street.

The unnamed gaze turned to an office building in the circle. Half of the building had been bombed, and there was obviously no one in it, and the Chitauri also gave up paying attention to it.He dragged Rumlow and started heading towards the building.

It was only about half an hour before Rumlow woke up again.

He found himself firmly bound by the unusual nylon rope used to bind discarded documents in the office, sitting on the top floor of the half-ventilated office building, and looking at Unknown who was holding a gun.

"Aliens are invading Earth outside," Rumlow tried to sound more anxious, "What are you doing? We should be helping those civilians outside! Every second you waste, you're going to die—" "

"Hush," Unnamed raised an index finger. He took out a bandage from his backpack and began to wrap it around the wound. Rumlow felt that he had never seen a more outrageous nursing method than this.

Perhaps Anonymous will die shortly after from an infected wound or loss of blood.

Rumlow still wanted to continue to play the image of a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who worried about the country and the people, but Anonymous didn't give him a chance to continue speaking.

"Speak less and enjoy every second of being alive," Unnamed said with his teeth and his left hand tore open a pack of bandages, "And you don't care at all."

Rumlow really didn't dare to interrupt anymore.

He realized his most fundamental mistake: two people with the same state of mind are always easy to understand each other, and because of this, his acting skills that are not perfect at all can't fool Anonymous.

Because the unnamed people don't care at all how many people are dying outside, and how they are dying.

If you tell him that ten people in New York choke to death every minute eating donuts, maybe he will be affected-a sudden interest in eating donuts.

"Do you know who Dalabumba is?" Unnamed asked Rumlo, who was tightly bound, while he was busy putting on bandages.

The Hydra spy watched the unnamed wound start to heal strangely with packs of bandages, and once again doubted whether science existed in the world, and had an impulse to say: Brother, you tied the wrong person, actually I'm not from S.H.I.E.L.D.

"No, I don't know," finally, Rumlow's desire to survive overcame the urge to be mean, and he replied in a regular manner.

"Coincidentally, I don't know either." Unnamed finished putting on the bandage, patted the ash off his body, and walked in front of Rumlow, "but it is said that his name is very long, so only witty people can remember it."

"?" Rumlow didn't quite understand the direction of the topic.

"So I'm obviously not a witty person," Unregistered sighed, "What's your name? I think your name must be very long—because people with long names tend to be very good at cooking."

Really?

yes.

Rumlow also wants to hug himself and cry today.

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