[Comprehensive British and American] Hero part-time super villain

Fortunately, or unfortunately, Deadpool did arrive at the bar within 10 minutes.

At this time, Fast was sitting on the bar counter with his legs crossed, throwing a Molotov cocktail he made out of wine bottles in his hand, surrounded by broken wine bottles everywhere, the wine dripped on the floor, and the alcohol mixed together The smell is not good.

Most of the customers in the bar met the possible danger and left the bar, leaving only the bartender and a few strippers shivering in the corner.

The end of the Molotov cocktail in Faster's hand was already on fire, and he tossed it in his hand indifferently, not at all worried that the slightest spark falling on the ground would instantly ignite the flames.

Likewise, Fast doesn't care how much those in the corner fear Fast's actions.

Seeing Deadpool appear in this small bar, Faster paused, his expression turned regretful, he stretched out his hand to extinguish the spark, and put the bottle back on the table.

"Oh, my sweetheart partner." Deadpool walked towards Fast with a light tone.

Fast frowned indistinctly, he hated this frivolous tone.

Fast walked up to Deadpool, and looked at the man who was half his head taller than him, wearing a red tights and carrying two knives on his back.

For Deadpool's late arrival, Fast felt angry and offended, but he would not beat Deadpool up angrily.

"You're late." Fast said slowly.

If the Boss hadn't named this jerk in the red tights by name, Fast would definitely, absolutely give him two shots, but the perverted Fast in the tights in front of him didn't find any advantages.

He was talkative, flippant, and annoying.

Why does the boss want him?

"Probably because I am currently number one on the mercenary rankings?" Deadpool also asked doubtfully.

Only then did Fast realize that he seemed to have blurted out the question in his heart just now.

"Number one? Not Wolverine?" Fast remembered glancing at the mercenary list.

"Wolverine, he's some sort of scooping cop in X Academy now, he seems to be saving mutants or something, but he's actually chasing Cyclops." Deadpool was gossiping about the gossip he knew.

"Then? You are number one?" Fast glanced at Deadpool with contempt.

"Yes, do you know who is most popular with the boss?"

"You?"

"That's right, I, who has the ability to be immortal and can carry out tasks all the time, is naturally the most popular after the retirement of the last Wolverine who is also immortal."

"I have served the author for a long time before he brought me over from the Caribbean and gave me this opportunity to play. I haven't seen my CPs yet..."

Fast squinted his eyes and didn't understand what Deadpool was rambling at all. He thought of the Boss reminding him that Deadpool had a problem with his mind, and he suddenly understood.

"Okay, I don't care what kind of superpower you have. Now hurry up and tell your arrangement, and then go out to carry out the mission." Fast interrupted Deadpool forcefully and continued to mutter.

Deadpool paused for a moment and said, "Oh, this one. What do you think, the author told me that these chapters or two are overused, there is no plot, you can just do whatever you want."

"If you want to use my brother to block a knife and a bullet, you have to be gentle, my brother is more afraid of pain."

"And, your outfit is so hot, can I call you hot baby?"

Fast was expressionless, thinking in his mind how to reasonably use Deadpool to carry the knife for himself, in order to maximize his benefits while torturing Deadpool.

As expressed by Deadpool, the task is very simple and easy, and Fast didn't even use Deadpool to carry the knife for him or attract firepower.

Fast found that Deadpool, apart from being a little neurotic, full of dirty jokes, and a frivolous attitude towards him, was unexpectedly a very good partner.

He has superb sword skills and can use words to stimulate the enemy, which is suitable for Fast to sell him to spy on intelligence.

And he is immortal. Fast saw with his own eyes that the gun holes on Deadpool's body disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This means that no matter how Fast hurts him, Deadpool will not die, and the boss will not deduct his commission because of Deadpool's work-related injuries.

In short, Faster's first mission ended smoothly in this way, and he got a lot of commission, enough for him to enjoy himself for a month.

Now Fast has been in this world for ten days, and he must get the next month's life within the next 20 days.

...

...

Fast was standing downstairs in Wayne Building, biting a mint-flavored popsicle. The sun was half covered by dark clouds, but this did not stop the sun from radiating his heat.

Fast raised his head and found the chairman's floor where Bruce Wayne was—

He saw the distribution of each floor on the sign board downstairs of Wayne Enterprises.

Fast called the system in his heart.

Fast: System?

System: I am here.

Since Fast separated from Clark Kent, he found that he could summon the system again.

The system and Superman seem to be two incompatible things. When Superman is present, Fast can't call out the system no matter what, just like the harsh words that the system said before.

There are supermen but no system, and there is a system but no superman.

Fast didn't shout at the system again, he stared thoughtfully at the reflective glass panel, which was specially made tempered glass, from which one could see the outside, but the outside could not see the inside.

Just when the system could not wait for Fast's reply and was about to go on standby again, Fast finally spoke again.

Fast: Batman is Bruce Wayne, right?

Fast's outburst of words after the silence nearly scared the system off, no, it has to slow down, it can't slow down, how did Fast guess the identity of Batman all of a sudden?No symptoms at all? ?

system:? ? ?

System: ...how did you guess it?

Fast crushed the last part of the popsicle and put it in his mouth, he pursed his lips and smiled.

Fast: Sounds like he really is.

Fast: Isn't that a good guess.

System: ...How do you guess?

FAST: Of course it is—

Fast deliberately elongated the tune to tantalize people.

Fast: Not telling you, hee hee.

The system issued a burst of meaningless garbled codes, and Fast was obviously very angry.

Fast: Are you still angry?

Fast couldn't help but let out a muffled laugh, and the passers-by couldn't help casting their eyes on Fast, but Fast just looked at the phone interface, as if there was something funny in the phone Same.

Fast: First of all, Batman's suit and the Batmobile, Batwing and other things don't look like something that ordinary people can make, so he must be very rich.

Fast waved his hand and continued to say to the system in his heart: The only four families that Gotham can afford this huge expense, among the four families, apart from the head of the Wayne family, which other is not a well-known villain in Gotham?

Fast: Bruce Wayne is the only one who left Gotham for more than ten years after his parents were killed, and then returned to Gotham as a playboy. So far, he has not received any terrorist attacks against him. reasonable?

Fast: Anyway, I don't believe that group of deranged lunatics will pass up the opportunity to control the Wayne family.Unless they can't move Wayne.

Fast: Secondly, do you remember that time at the casino?A man slipped out through the back door. I later observed that Bruce Wayne was the only one missing in the casino. My God, are all the people in Gotham blind?

system:...

What can it say?Can it be said that Batman was accidentally caught by Fast?

Or is Farster's reasoning and observation skills very good?

Or it should be said that he deserves to be the 'Joker'. The previous Joker also found out Batman's true identity by virtue of his amazing analytical ability.

But the last Joker didn't have the slightest interest in who was under the mask of Batman. All he cared about was Batman, not the person under Batman's skin.

But Fast is obviously a different individual from the last clown, who was a complete lunatic, and the remaining sanity is only part of the madness.

Faster is different. The madness under his exquisite skin only accounts for a small part, but the degree of danger is not less than that of the previous generation of clowns. He just shaved off the blade on the outside to make him look harmless.

Fast was already standing downstairs in the Wayne Building, so what would he do?

System: So the host is here to prepare for the next 'event'?Want to blow up the Wayne Building?Or occupy the Wayne Clock Tower and plant the Joker's victory flag?

Fast: What do you think in broad daylight?

Fast withdrew his gaze, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, the bus stopped in front of him, Fast finally walked out of the shadows, and stepped onto the bus in two steps.

Fast: I'm just waiting for the bus here.

system:...

It may not be a human, but the host is a real dog.

Fast dropped two coins and walked towards the middle and rear of the bus. He fiddled with his mobile phone, thinking that he might fall due to the practice when the vehicle started.

As if feeling something, the young man turned his head and looked out the car window, just in time to see a low-key gray-silver Enzo supercar parked on the side of the road with the window raised.

Fast just caught a glimpse of the cropped black hair and partly full forehead.

Fast tilted his head, did he see it wrong?It seemed that someone was watching him just now.

The bus moved forward and soon overtook the supercar. Fast shrugged, plugged in his earphones, and replied to Clark's message, assuming he misread it.

In that Enzo supercar, the windows cut off the sweltering heat outside, and Bruce Wayne sat in the driver's seat with one hand on the steering wheel.

His bushy brows were furrowed and his expression thoughtful, a face he had seen too many times recently.

The impatience under the cunning shell of this man in the Gotham Casino, the warm and sunny profile of the glimpsed side face on the cruise ship, the laziness and casualness just now.

Can a person have so many expressions and states?Is it his nature, or is there another purpose?

If it's for another purpose...

He clearly knows what kind of expression and movement can best achieve the current goal.

A scary kid, or.. criminal?

The screen of the mobile phone lights up, which is very obvious in this dim car.

Bruce leaned on the leather seat, picked up the phone, squinted his eyes lazily, and replied to the message on the phone sent by his colleague, Superman, known as the unattainable son of tomorrow.

It has nothing to do with saving the world, just some human trivialities.

Who would have thought that the Son of Tomorrow of the Metropolis would also be moved by Fanxin.

The reliable and calm Superman is just an innocent American boy in front of the person he likes.

Bruce Wayne, as Clark Kent's love consultant, has been giving Clark some tricks to chase people recently.

To be honest, when he first received Clark's message, Bruce thought that something big happened, such as Superman detected an alien species that would threaten the earth in the Fortress of Solitude.

result?As a result, Clark expressed his troubles and the help he hoped for in a sincere and modest tone.

Bruce could hardly keep his icy expression.

Tomorrow's son chasing someone?seriously?

Of course, Bruce will occasionally reply to Superman's messages when it doesn't matter, and provide him with some help.

Batman is not good at this, but Bruce is good at flirting with women.

The author has something to say: The clever Xiaofa guessed Batman directly, and gave you a chance to lose each other? (disdain)

And Bat helps Superman find a way to chase his future partner (?

The bat behind eats flying vinegar directly.

There is no small theater today, because I just finished playing r6, and I was pushed 0-3 in three consecutive games, and my mind was empty, so I decided to write some short jokes.

Xiaofa has a bad habit of stealing things, but he never steals gold, silver and jewelry, and things that normal people like, he likes to steal table knives——

Bat once found table knives of various models, styles, and materials in Xiaofa's suitcase. They were neatly arranged in groups of two, and each group even had its own serial number.

As for why Xiaofa likes to steal table knives, if you have noticed, he has the habit of using table knives as weapons, and he likes to play with double knives, so every time he steals table knives from restaurants, he steals a pair.

The bat has warned Xiaofa many times not to steal the table knife, and Fast complies every time, but he has never once restrained his hand from touching the table knife.

Until the unbearable rage of the bat, it was used by Fast at night.

Since then, Xiaofa has given up this bad habit.