[Zhongyingmei] Carrying the handle Vera

Deadpool stared, "Why are you here?"

"I followed you." Vera looked around curiously, "What kind of place is this?"

As she spoke, she stretched her neck to look around the corner.

Deadpool quickly pushed her back, "This is not where you should come, hurry up and go away."

Vera held the kraft paper bag in one hand and put one hand on her hip, "Ha! Why can't I come."

Deadpool lowered his voice to deliberately scare her, "There are no good people here, they are all on the right track."

Vera raised her eyebrows and said excitedly: "Then do you know that my family is on the road?"

"I don't know." Deadpool didn't believe it, and pushed Vera outside, "If I let Charles know that you followed me here, I will be finished."

Vera turned around and hid, "Are you quite afraid of him?"

"I'm afraid of him?" Deadpool let out a cry, his voice raised, and he said with his waist in the air: "Deadpool's tyrants look down on you, who are you afraid of?"

"Then I'll go in if I go in, you're not afraid of him anyway." Vera took out a small cake from the kraft paper bag and handed it to Deadpool, then strode in, "There are black people in New York that I don't know about." Come on, let's go, let's keep up."

Deadpool stared at the little cake in his hand for a while, then hurriedly followed Vera.

There was an unremarkable dilapidated iron gate at the corner, and Vera looked it up and down with a slightly disgusted expression.

Deadpool lifted his mask, stuffed the whole cake into his mouth, pushed Vera away, his cheeks swollen, "Zou, Kande."

Deadpool first tapped the door twice with his fingers, and then punched it hard, and the iron door made a muffled sound.

Then the iron door was opened from the inside, and a muscular man in a black racer-shirt opened the door expressionlessly. Deadpool waved at Vera, and Vera followed him in.

An iron staircase stretched to the basement, and there were dim lights and loud shouts from below, and there was a creaking sound when stepping on the stairs. Vera happily ate bread with her hand, and followed behind Deadpool.

"Go! Fuck him to death!"

"Monster! Fuck you coward!"

"Fuck! Be strong!"

"Go on!"

The area of ​​the basement is surprisingly large. Hundreds of people are outside a giant iron cage, yelling uncleanly. Inside the iron cage, a mutant man covered in blue is confronting a burly man. He rushed towards the little blue man, but the little blue man kept dodging, his ability should be teleportation.

Vera frowned, "Is this the arena?"

"How is it possible." Deadpool probed his head, "This is a fighting field, a place where there is no bottom line."

After all, Vera has followed Noah around in various underworld sites, and has seen many such things, but today is indeed the first time she has seen mutants being used as game props.

Vera didn't have much sympathy, and she wouldn't feel bad if she saw this kind of thing too much. She glanced at the stage and then observed her surroundings.

Deadpool, who originally thought that Vera would want to do something when he saw these things, was a little surprised to see Vera's nonchalant expression. Deadpool looked at her in surprise and asked, "Your house is really on the road. of?"

Vera looked up at him, took a bite of the bread, "Yes."

Bread crumbs still stuck to the corners of his mouth.

Deadpool was surprised and walked towards the bar.

Deadpool had a familiar conversation with the wine shop at the bar, and the words between the lines were invariably cheap. Vera's eyes swept over him, and then walked towards the crowd.

The people in front were waving their fists and yelling at the people on the stage. Everyone was screaming, and the atmosphere was hot and tense.

Vera leisurely stood with the bread in her arms and stood on the outermost edge with her feet on the stage, smacking her lips to make comments from time to time.

"What are you hiding, you're fighting." Vera was a little impatient, there would only be more little blue people on the stage, and the two of them hadn't had any contact so far.

The little blue man's gaze was full of panic, his eyes widened, and he was startled from time to time by the roar of the people in the audience.

Vera frowned, she couldn't be arrested.

Vera saw a lot of this kind of competitions, but most of the time the contestants voluntarily signed life and death certificates. They were all a group of desperadoes who were desperate for money, but this mutant didn't look like it.

Vera walked up to Deadpool, bumped him with her shoulder, looked at the stage and asked, "Is this mutant captured?"

Deadpool was chatting happily with the bartender. Hearing Vera's words, he looked up and replied, "It should be. This place is not an ordinary fighting arena. All the people on it are mutants."

Vera squinted at the stupid big guy on the stage who only knew how to run amok, "Is that stupid big guy too?"

"He's not." The bar interjected, "A monster just died yesterday, and the number of people is not enough. He went up to support the field temporarily."

The monster the bartender said was a mutant, which made both Vera and Deadpool frown.

Vera looked him up and down, and asked blankly, "Whose territory is this?"

The bartender glanced at her and replied, "Arnold Teutonic."

Vera groaned, her eyes dimmed, then she slowly retracted her gaze and continued to watch the duel on the stage.

The bartender looked at her, "Little girl, this is not the place for you."

Vera didn't even bother to give him a second glance, and said lazily: "Why, you guys are saying that non-animals are not allowed to enter?"

The bartender's expression sank, "Wade, if your people don't know the rules, I don't mind teaching you."

"She's not mine, so don't talk nonsense." Deadpool waved his hand quickly.

Vera turned her head and looked at the bartender suspiciously, "You want to teach me how to behave?"

The bartender showed a cold smile, "Now you kneel on the ground and spread your legs, maybe I can show mercy."

Vera smiled, pushed the kraft paper bag directly into Deadpool's arms, stepped forward and approached the bar, leaned forward and looked at the bartender with a smile, and said softly, "Do you know who I am?"

The bartender frowned slightly when he saw her calm look.

Vera slipped her hands to her waist, and said something lightly that made the bartender's face change,

"My surname is Claire..."

As soon as the words fell, Vera quickly pulled out a dagger from her waist, and her hands were quick and ruthless, and without the slightest hesitation, it directly inserted into the palm of the bartender on the bar, and the latter immediately let out a painful roar.

With extreme force, the dagger directly penetrated the bartender's palm and carved it into the wooden tabletop, and blood spurted out and flowed onto the tabletop.

The painful cry of the bartender immediately attracted the attention of the people nearby, who looked at the smiling girl holding the dagger in amazement.

The dead waiter on the side stared wide-eyed, "Fuck! Your house is really on the road?!"

Vera looked at the pale bartender and asked, "Do you still want to teach me how to behave?"

The bartender was shaking with pain and kept shaking his head.

"Trash." Vera smiled sarcastically, and pulled out the dagger, the bartender groaned in pain.

The bartender stretched out his hand, his face distorted in pain, he gritted his teeth, "You fucking said your surname was Claire, and you're surnamed Claire, it hurts me, don't even think about leaving today!"

Deadpool looked at the big man in the crowd, walked over aggressively in a surrounded manner, poked Vera with his finger, and asked, "You said if I go straight now, will I meet you next time you see me?" Die badly?"

Vera glanced at him, "Aren't you going to die?"

Deadpool immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and he patted his chest artificially a few times, "Then I'm relieved."

As he said that, he wanted to stay away from Vera.

Vera grabbed Deadpool's arm and said with a smile, "But I will make your life worse than death."

Deadpool froze.

Turning the dagger in her hand in a circle, Vera casually rubbed the blood on the dagger on Deadpool, who immediately jumped away in disgust.

Wei La stretched out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth, her eyes glowed red with excitement.

It's been too long, it's time to move around.

The author has something to say: Sorry!sorry!sorry!

I'm really sorry that the second update that was agreed last night has been delayed until now!

I was too sleepy last night. I fell asleep in a daze while typing. I slept on the table all night. When I opened my eyes in the morning, my face was full of shit. I haven't updated yet, so I hurried to the company to go to work, and quickly added the words while the boss was not paying attention. I will definitely not be late for the update tonight!

I am here to set a flag, if today's update is late, I will continue to double update tomorrow!

I'm really sorry!

sorry!