Mutants' Daily Life [Comprehensive British and American]

Attack on S.H.I.E.L.D.

Emerton finally realized with complete despair what kind of god he followed.

Arrogance, narcissism... It's nothing, but on the other hand, there is no self-motivation, greed for enjoyment, leisure, and muddling along. The only few advantages are probably that you don't hold much grudges.

'With this kind of god, what future can I have? '

The ambitious high priest was quite indignant.

But Carlos actually disliked him.

'It's so stupid, Imerton's head is like cement. '

He muttered this in his heart, but he was 'kind' and didn't take this evaluation out to hit the high priest.

Don't look at his usual befuddled appearance, but in fact, he has long been aware of the high priest's "little tricks of hard work".

He didn't tell Emerton about this.

In Egypt, priests had great rights, but their relationship with God was not close.

The Egyptian gods are used to being aloof and keeping a certain distance from the people in order to maintain a sense of mystery. Therefore, only on some special and grand sacrificial occasions, they will pass down the oracle through the priests.

The daily task of the priest is to convey the oracle of the gods, to preach, and to help the gods to absorb believers and maintain their pious beliefs.

At the same time, those who are ambitious can also use the name of the gods to assist the pharaoh and manage the order of the entire society.

But the Greek gods are completely different.

Greek gods have no pretensions, in other words, they are 'gods of the same sex'.

They have love and hate, and their emotions and desires are stronger than ordinary people.

This is why the gods of Mount Olympus are so indulgent.

Because their 'divinity' is born with no need for restraint.

Therefore, there is a connection between the Greek gods and their priests.

As long as the god is willing, he can check what his priests have done at any time.

So, Carlos took a few glances at him occasionally when he was free, and it became clear what Imerton did.

Of course, he is usually idle, and he will not be so boring to care about what his priest does every day.

As long as you don't commit crimes or do bad things...

Clean up the underworld in New York, as long as the high priest is happy, then let him do.

As the saying goes, who didn't have a dream when he was young!

Underworld godfather or something, if you do it well, it is also a good job.

Imherton, who tirelessly develops the "Carlos Theology", but is positioned as "dreaming to become the godfather of the underworld", if he knows that he is such an image in the eyes of the gods, he will probably vomit blood immediately.

However, just as Imerton secretly slandered Carlos as "not thinking about progress, lazy and lazy".

Prior to this, Carlos also secretly made a conclusion to the high priest as "short-sighted, stupid and stupid" based on his own observations.

Because, as a priest, he is still a priest who can follow God...

'You didn't come to please me, but went to join the underworld? '

Carlos was really shocked by the high priest's stupidity.

From another perspective, Carlos is also very generous.

For such a priest who "doesn't do his job properly and ignores the gods", if he were replaced by other gods of Mount Olympus, he would have secretly cursed and revenged him.

And Carlos just thought about it for a while, and then magnanimously put this matter behind him.

At the beginning, he accepted Imerton as a priest, but he couldn't bear him to die again. As for the future: 'Oh, he can do whatever he wants!It's not easy to be so stupid. '

So, when Imerton, who was 'so stupid, it's not easy to live', suddenly came to propose, 'Let me find some lovers for God Carlos'.

Carlos, who had almost given up on this priest, was so surprised to ask, 'Are you enlightened? '

It's not so superficial to be moved by the "lover"... It's really surprising that the head of the high priest has become smarter and knows how to please the gods!

Obviously, Imerton couldn't understand Carlos's "hard work".

He silently tagged this young god with another 'beautiful' tag.

Carlos took Imerton, and asked Hank, who had been in charge of school affairs recently, to ask for leave.

Imerton has never been trusted by Professor Charles because of his eccentric background and mysterious and unsocial behavior.

But from a certain point of view, his strength is still very impressive, especially after he regards Carlos as a god, no matter how he treats others, he has always shown loyalty to Carlos.

After a long time, Professor Charles also acquiesced in his existence, defining it as a "temporarily harmless" existence that is "still untrustworthy, but will not hurt Carlos".

Considering that Emerton can protect Carlos' safety, and Carlos' reason for asking for leave is very straightforward...

It's a bit embarrassing for Hank the Beast.

"Everyone joins your what...what X-Men, but I don't have it. I'm not happy, I want to go out and have fun."

"Uh... you're still young, Carlos."

"Kurt is small, and Iceman is not big..."

"Uh...Okay." In the end, Hank agreed to ask for leave this time, and after admonishing 'go early and return early, pay attention to safety', he let him go.

So, Carlos took Imerton out smoothly.

Then, in a room arranged by Emerton, I saw the new lover that the High Priest had prepared for him: "Hmm...it looks familiar, are you...Harry Osborn?"

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"Anything new recently?"

Steve came back from his morning run, took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, and turned to ask the Winter Soldier who was watching TV.

"The stock price of Stark Industries has changed greatly; Trask's dna technology has made great progress; Norman Osborn gave a speech to the US military; and Wakanda's Black Panther is said to have completed the inheritance. About this session Part of the guesswork for the Black Panthers..."

The Winter Soldier simply shortened the TV content he watched for more than 30 minutes into a few short and concise sentences.

Steve took out his notebook and asked humbly: "Stark Industries, I know it's the one from Howard's; what is Trask Industries, and Norman Osborn, what is Black Panther?"

The Winter Soldier thought for a while, and introduced according to his own understanding: "The stock price of Stark Industries is ups and downs. I don't understand the economics. If you are interested, you can ask Howard someday. As for Trask, I remember that Howard recommended it to me before, it seems to be for human prosthetics; Norman Osborn is another large supplier of the US military besides Stark Industries; as for the Wakanda Black Panther, I heard It is a very wealthy country in Africa, and each of their kings will inherit the title of Black Panther, a tradition."

"Whenever I feel like I know enough about the world, I immediately discover something new."

Steve couldn't help sighing after carefully writing down these names in his notebook with a pen.

The Winter Soldier has an indifferent expression: "Steve, you are too serious. What do these things have to do with us, just take a look, we are already veterans. World events do not belong to us Tube."

"Retired?"

Steve laughed all of a sudden: "Bucky, do you still remember? You once said that after retiring from the army, you would go to Hollywood to be a star."

"Have I said such a thing?" The Winter Soldier opened his eyes curiously.

After so many years of violent brainwashing by Hydra, his past memories are always intermittent. After returning to Brooklyn with Steve in the past few years, he has gradually recovered the memory of getting along with the little Steve a long time ago. Part of the experience, but the more detailed ones still need to be reminded and recalled.

"Yes, you also said that after I retire, I can give you a portrait, you sign it, and let me sell it."

"Sounds like my style."

The Winter Soldier deliberately stood up and looked in the mirror: "I haven't been disfigured in the past few years, and I'm quite handsome. How about I try to go to Hollywood someday? Maybe I'll become famous overnight."

Steve couldn't stop laughing.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

The two became vigilant in an instant, looked at each other, and stood up silently in tacit understanding.

Steve made a gesture, walked over to open the door first, and the Winter Soldier took out the weapon directly from under the pillow, calmly stood in a position where he could advance for support and retreat for defense, and instantly entered the state, just like a humanoid weapon.

The door opened.

A one-eyed black man stood at the door. He raised his hand to indicate harmlessness, and said in an affectionate tone: "Hi, Captain! Nice to meet you, I'm not a bad person, can you go in and have a good talk?"

When the director of SHIELD was busy recruiting troops in person, Agent Coulson was not idle.

Although many requests to meet with Tony Stark were rejected.

But with his unique affinity, enthusiasm and sincerity, he became good friends with Tony Stark's female assistant, Miss Pepper Potts, so good that he could talk about his cello girlfriend.

"...I know you're a good guy."

Pep said helplessly to Coulson: "However, I really don't think it is necessary for Stark Industries to cooperate with your homeland defense and security... In short, it is your department with a long name. In the past, Tony sold weapons. At the time, no; now, Tony is moving to clean energy, so no. Coulson, I don't mean to put you off, but I'm really...really...really, powerless. Tony hates everything Authorities in the government are even less interested in agents who hide their heads and show their tails... sorry, no malice... Since he said he won't see him, he won't see him, and I really can't make him change his mind."

"You can ask him again this time, Miss Pep."

Coulson insisted and said in a gentle tone: "This time, he will definitely agree to meet me. As long as you ask him, what is that golden and red thing flying over the airspace of the United States, he will definitely meet me."

Pep raised his eyebrows suspiciously, but Coulson's confident smile moved her.

'It was just a phone call. 'she thinks.

Then, she picked up her phone and dialed Tony's number.

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"Mr. Wilson... Wade? Deadpool?"

The blond-haired and blue-eyed Hydra employee, Bob, the administrator of Deadpool, changed his name several times in a row, but failed to get Deadpool's attention.

The pervert in red tights was lying in the wine cellar drunk, holding a wine bottle in one hand and holding a blond doll in the other.

He drunkenly muttered to himself: "Bob, do you know Kielbasa? That's bigger than your diao..."

【How much I thought at the time, to shoot all the bullets in the whole magazine into his pasty head! 】

Afterwards, Bob hugged his head and said in pain: [Every time I communicate with Deadpool, I have an urge to wish... Either he dies or I die. Restrain it, Bob!Hold back, think about your five insurances and one housing fund! 】

[I have to find a way to coax him to do a few tasks.For example, assassinate a certain congressman, or assassinate that guy named Nick Fury... If I mess up again... Hydra will definitely not let me go. 】

Bob kept admonishing himself in his heart, and at the same time cheered up: 【Hydra will not want an administrator who can't manage the 'weapons' well. If it is replaced, then the replaced administrator will be useless. , will be discarded.You have to work hard, Bob, bring out all your special agent professionalism, find out Deadpool's weakness, and find a way to make him work!Come on, Bob, for five social insurances and one housing fund, work hard!By the way... And, long live Hydra!Long live the five insurances and one housing fund. 】

"Let's chat, Wade."

"...Oh, I don't take the task today, I'm going to wash my hair. Yes, I know what readers are thinking, you must think, I can't go on being so decadent, I have to work hard and work! This is Of course, even in the fandom world, I am still Deadpool. Uncle Deadpool has a superb self-healing factor, and I can use my punches and kicks, as well as my double knives, to kill a monster in this crazy world. Bloodline...what, you don't like to watch fights? Well, what do you like to watch? Tell me, how do I have to please the readers to get a separate chapter? What? I'm not the main character, fuck you, hell !"

"What are you mumbling about, Wade?"

Bob racked his brains and asked, "I mean, maybe we can chat. Is there something you like? I mean, besides the material things like wine, money, bank cards, women, spiritual things, Like the most memorable thing in your life?"

"The most memorable thing?"

Deadpool thought for a while and said, "Did you know? Bob, the head of the great Deadpool was once buried in the soil...the surroundings were dark and suffocating, and the little maggots in the soil were rustling." , unscrupulously got into my brain, slowly shuttled forward, nose, eyes, ears, bit by bit into my head, like enjoying a delicious meal, eating my brain to my heart's content..."

"……terrible."

"At the time, I had only one thought."

"What idea? Revenge? Kill the man who buried you?"

"No!" Deadpool stood up frantically and shouted loudly: "How can I kill someone who loves me so much?"

"Love you deeply?" Bob repeated in shock.

"Of course, from birth to death, the touch of those soft little hands on my face was so vivid. Everyone hurried past my head, turning a blind eye...Only he stopped for me. He held my head in both hands, he was saddened by my death, when he buried me, he even turned his head to the side, not daring to look at my face, maybe he was crying, weeping for me...I must find him."

"And then?" Bob reluctantly asked with an expression of 'are you dreaming'.

"Spend the rest of my life with him." Deadpool's disfigured and ferocious face showed a silly and dreamy smile.

He hugged the blond doll again, and kissed it roughly with his mouth: "Blonde curly hair...haha, it belongs to Master Deadpool."

Bob couldn't help showing a horrible expression, just when he was upset, he suddenly had an idea.

He approached Deadpool, and asked with a mysterious smile: "Then, Wade, if there is a task about this person, would you like to..."

Deadpool immediately raised his head: "What task?"