Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

He got the expected silence.

Otherwise, there must have been a lot of beeping beeping like a cannonball at this moment, how could the scene be so quiet.

After asking this question, there was silence, except that the meat and minced meat on the ground were still steaming. The largest part of the meat, according to Carl's perspective, was a piece of left forearm, which twisted slightly. Once, and then do not move.

...Carl fully experienced Deadpool's depression and oppression of being unable to speak.

Deadpool, of course.

Otherwise, who else can appear in the image of a dismembered corpse?

Carl thought about whether to call the cleaning staff to come over and do the cleaning or do it himself.

The cleaners are all former mercenaries, and they shouldn't be scared to scream when they see this scene, but the downside is that Carl.Al's character design is probably ruined, there is no problem doing cleaning by himself, it's just that Carl is not too happy.

Forget it, clean it yourself.

He quickly changed into a raincoat, and then came up with cleaning tools. He first picked up large pieces of meat from the blood plasma and minced meat, and pieced them together into a rough human shape. He watched these pieces of meat stick together quickly and began to grow granulation. To perform self-healing, you can safely throw Deadpool aside and go to clean your room.

The smell of blood was so strong that Karl felt that he didn't want to enter this room again for at least a month, not to mention that there were some messy things in the blood on the ground, what kind of tendons, a white piece of brain... No, What happened, Deadpool's whole body was torn apart, even his brain was broken?

Carl took a look when he was putting together the pieces of meat, and it was obvious that many of the fractured surfaces of these pieces of meat were lacerations.

He was probably torn to pieces when he was teleported here, and then his teleportation belt made his whole body tattered.

Whatever you want, whatever you want, anyway, Deadpool himself likes to play dead, relying on his own inability to die, he will commit suicide a few times to play when he is in a bad mood, and he doesn't mind making some disgusting things that explode when he is doing missions. The other party, Karl couldn't figure out what was going on, so he didn't want to think about it, and decided to wait until Deadpool repaired himself.

Although there is a cleaning robot at home, the efficiency of the cleaning robot is far less than when Carl was doing things at super speed. It only took a few milliseconds for him to clean the ground with super speed.

After putting all the cleaning tools back, Carl returned to the place where he put together Deadpool, and saw that Deadpool was almost repaired, sitting on the ground at the moment, staring nervously between his legs.

When Carl approached, his eyes lit up, and he yelled: "Hey, buddy over there, can you return my [beep——] to brother? It will take too long to grow a new one! Brother The [beep——] is now only as big as a baby’s finger! [beep——]! How can this make brother regain his glory?”

"I've thrown it away," Carl said. "You put on your clothes now, and you'll be about the same size when you're dressed."

Deadpool pretended not to hear Carl telling him to get dressed.

He raised his head and stared at Carl inquiringly: "Brother thinks that your reaction is not right. The rich man is either scared to death when he sees me or has a task for him to do. No matter what kind of person he is, there is no brother anyway. It’s broken into pieces, and you can put it together to help him grow back together. Do you know him? Hey! Are you a new comic? Damn, are you from Marvel or DC? Why don’t you know they’re new? Comics! And the fact that the rich second generation’s hidden identity is a superhero vigilante has been played to the brim! Brother, brother thinks you’re going to be confused!”

Carl said, "Are you losing your memory again?"

Deadpool actually called him Superman's dad happily without opening his mouth.

"You seem to know brother very well. That's right, brother lost his memory again. It should be that you lost a piece of your brain when you were fighting, and the newly grown brain is not working well." Deadpool admitted.

"Can eating that old piece of brain get back the memory?" Carl thought for a while, and seriously offered this proposal.

"Do you think brother [beep——] haven't tried it? It's useless at all!" Deadpool said this angrily, "Damn it, brother must have been smashed into pieces because of some mission, and now brother not only puts the I forgot whether the task was completed, or even what the task was—fortunately, my brother has a memo, and my memo will never be changed, and all important things are recorded on it.”

"Good habit." Karl agreed very much.

"I've been talking for a long time and I still don't know who you are, man, who are you?" Deadpool muttered for a while and finally turned his attention to Carl again. Scars, bruises and erythrasma, at first glance it looks like wearing a weird dress.

But his eyes turned out to be a very, very rich dark green.

But not evil, these green eyes are almost black in color, but not as cold and evil as Lex's eyes.

Carl carefully looked at Deadpool's face, and after getting used to the weird uneven skin and various mixed colors, he could gradually see the real Deadpool through the layer of skin that was destroyed by cancer cells and experimental results face.

Rigid and crisp edges and corners, straight nose bridge, eyebrows have fallen out, but looking at the other party's narrow and sharp brow bones, one can vaguely guess how suave he was when he raised his eyebrows in the past, just as Deadpool boasted, he used to have a A rather tough and handsome face.

"You know it doesn't matter if you're a man or a woman, bro, you're so handsome that you're dumbfounded~" Deadpool rippling out the end, "I can tell through your suit You have a good figure, even if you compare with my brother~ Come on baby, I promise you [beep——] have a good life [beep——] It will definitely make you happy, do you want to date~”

Carl reached out and touched Deadpool's bald head. It felt weird, even weirder than touching a hairless cat.

The top of his head was full of lumpy things, and it was warm and painful when he rubbed it.

"Even if you save brother, you can't touch brother's head!" Deadpool yelled, and he twisted and tried to avoid it.

Carl had already withdrawn his hand and told him, "We'll talk after you get dressed."

Then he turned his head and left, Deadpool stood up stealthily, thinking that just looking for his own dual knives naked is more important than wearing clothes, of course, finding his most convenient weapon!

Carl stopped him with one sentence without looking back: "I'm going to buy the best burrito in the metropolis, and if you get dressed when I come back, you can eat it."

"Don't worry, bro, you're super good!" Deadpool jumped back to the spot, hurriedly landed and began to put on the clothes Karl had prepared for him, "Can you come back before I get dressed?"

"Yes," Carl said, walking in with two burritos.

The well-informed Deadpool was also stunned by his speed, burst into a burst of obscenities that all had to be silenced, and then said: "You [beep——] were so fast when [beep——] Is it [beep——]???”

Carl chose not to answer.

In the end, the two sat face to face at the dining table, each holding a burrito and munching on it. While eating, Deadpool asked him vaguely: "In short, you seem to be very familiar with the brother who didn't lose his memory. Since I don’t have many friends, even though I joined the X Dance Team, I’m sure I can’t get along with them, so they are not part of my group—are you my former boss? If you give me money, I’ll give you the head kind?"

"No," Carl said, thinking for a moment, "but you like to call me Daddy."

"What's wrong with you [beep——] Give me money and ask me to call you dad?"

"I didn't pay." Carl laughed.

He thought for a while, and felt that although Deadpool had never said anything, he had always been clear about it in his heart, and with his broken brain, no one with mind reading skills could read it through, telling Deadpool who he is is no problem ——Besides, after telling Deadpool, it is uncertain whether he will forget all about himself one day.

"You should know me, my name is Kal-El."

He took off his glasses, and gave Deadpool a steady smile that was unique to Superman.

Deadpool opened his mouth wide.

The burrito in his hand fell to the table with a snap.

He looked down at the burrito, then raised his head again: "Is your table clean, Superman Dad?"

Carl kept smiling and said in a Superman voice, "My floors are cleaner than this burrito."

Deadpool lowered his head and picked up the burrito and continued to gnaw, complaining vaguely while gnawing: "God, what's going on? I just lost my memory, why did I come from Marvel to play DC? Oh oh oh By the way, my cousin is from the DC family! You know, it’s the one dressed like my brother—no, no, it’s not my dear little spider (love), it’s my cousin, he has a Cool name, Deathstroke~"

"Actually, you didn't cross the scene," Carl said to him, "You are just in a small and comprehensive world of fandom. This comprehensive world not only has comics, but also plays with Cthulhu gods."

Deadpool froze suddenly, and his eyes widened again:

"[Beep——]! Can you [beep——] understand what brother is saying?! Not only can you understand what brother is saying, but you [beep——] can also say other things? Wait, wait, brother He is the only anti-hero who can see through the dimensional wall! No, no, wait a minute, give a classic Wei Guangzheng character like Superman the ability to see through the dimensional wall?? Whose idea is this? It’s just a bunch of [beep— —]!”

Carl put his glasses back silently, and then just watched Deadpool munching on the burrito while muttering. After a while, he suddenly raised his head and announced loudly, "Brother, I want to go back and find my teleportation belt!"

Carl shrugged: "Please. It's just that your teleportation belt is not working from time to time. Would you like me to help you debug it?"

"Oh Superman Dad~ You are so sweet! But thank you, the people in the editorial department and I feel that the comedy effect of the teleportation belt going wrong in the fight is a major feature that is popular with readers, and of course my most popular It's still my handsome face~"

"Okay." Carl automatically filtered out a bunch of nonsense from Deadpool.

"By the way, Dad Superman," Deadpool put on the hood of his sweater, "You don't look like ordinary rich, you don't follow the style of a small town boy in this world?"

"I was raised by a smart butler in this world. By the way, my smart butler is my brother in name, Alexander Al. If you encounter difficulties, you can find him."

Deadpool hugged his cheeks with both hands, and silently made a shouting gesture: "Can't I scream 'Help Superman' when I am in danger?"

"Of course you can," Carl said, "but don't yell casually. I'm really fed up with you calling my name and wanting to chat with me when you have nothing to do with memory loss."

Deadpool looked at him.

A sense of foreboding washed over Carl's soul, making him, for the first time, hate what he knew about Deadpool.

"No, no, no, no, whatever you want to ask, don't ask." He said quickly.

But after Carl finished this sentence, Deadpool still persisted in asking the question: "Brother has no hope of my own integrity, so Dad Superman, did you call out when you got high from masturbation?" Meringue?"

"I really want to answer you and say no." Carl said deadpan.