Grandpa Guang Weizheng[Comprehensive]

In fact, Deadpool forgot to tell the file one more thing.

But since the file seemed to be very disapproving of his second suggestion, and irreparably traumatized Deadpool's psyche with actions instead of answers, he decided that before he could mend the broken mind with a stapler himself, or Don't tell the other person about the third piece of information you have until the file enthusiastically agrees with the second suggestion.

At this moment, he was sitting on the guardrail on the top floor of a building, dangling his legs, and using the dim light to scribble on a drawing board that he didn't know where to put it.

After finishing the stick figure version of "Escape with a File", he lifted it up and looked at it like a child, then exclaimed as if he was very satisfied: "What a deadpool~" As he said, he poked his head out to get away from him on purpose. Look down between the spread knees.

A guy rushed out from the back door of the fighting bar. He didn't even look dressed. Deadpool probably took off his sack during the escape and didn't want to continue to flirt. Going to work, so he casually peeled off the coat of an unlucky guy.

The man wrapped the bag he used to keep his money in a baggy dirty coat and looked like he was six months pregnant.

Looking down from a high position, Deadpool, who ran to a corner and then disappeared as soon as he turned around, threw the drawing board aside with a lack of interest when the policemen chasing him looked around blankly, and then put his hands together like a girl. Hold his own cheek: "Oh no, it seems that the file has understood what I want to say." He shook his head regretfully, "Tsk, there is no excuse to ask that guy for money."

#Capital shameless#

The file moved to the interior of a certain building with its ability, and immediately moved to another place after confirming that no one was there.After she moved blindly a few times as if to disturb her vision, she finally landed in a rather familiar place.

Old Jerry used to hold Jones' warehouse.

This time she didn't want to add any extra work to herself, so she turned around and wanted to leave quickly.

In fact, in the time it took to move herself, she had pretty much figured things out.

Deadpool has definitely grasped the news that there is a note coming, but he deliberately put the second suggestion of beating before the real news, saying that it is definitely because he will not be able to restrain the prehistoric power in his body after hearing it Beat him up so that he has a legitimate reason to ask for money while giving information, because the free period has been missed by himself.

God, the more I think about it, the more I want to find him and beat him up!Viciously!The kind that squeezed him into a pile of mosaics!

She took two deep breaths and moved herself one last time.

The place where he appeared this time was a suburb, he quickly observed the surroundings and decided to take a detour before going back to his residence.

Thinking of the round shield that almost hit her at the last moment, she felt a little shivering in her liver.Not fear, but worry about getting hurt.It is not a good thing to be injured on the eve of a big battle. Once you are hit, it will definitely not be as simple as injuring yourself. The shield that is deeply embedded in the wall... tsk, it will be broken in two.

She thought that Captain America would never take action because of some trivial matters, and there would definitely be someone they were chasing in that bar.

She thought about it carefully and thought that she hadn't committed any serious crimes recently - except that she had just killed six people, which were work-related casualties and didn't count.

Then what is he going to do?

She walked while thinking, and finally stood beside a tree, and punched the trunk of the big tree.

Damn Deadpool.

She thought viciously.

Why hasn't he been beaten to death with this character!

At this point, she has fully understood Deadpool's third message.

[A member of Hydra likes to go to fighting bars or fight rings. Tonight he will appear here or fight, and then a note will appear—maybe it is a note that is slightly different from usual, which makes people feel a little surprised]

"Are you sure he's a member of Hydra?" The fighting bar has been blocked, and it is claimed that a gas explosion has occurred.Captain America watched the lonely man with the scarred head lying on the ring being carried away, and he looked at Agent Romanov with a very ugly face: "Why did he appear here?"

"Henry Smith, used so many names that we wrote half a page. His hobby is to hear people's cheers when he kills. We tracked down this cunning guy for more than half a year before we found him, and he still has nothing. Before she could confess to me, her throat was cut. Ha, it’s amazing.” Natasha was in a very unhappy mood after being declared that all her work for the past six months had been in vain.She remembered the very familiar name she just heard, and took out a USB flash drive from her pocket and threw it to Captain America: "Let's see, maybe I will meet this guy in Alaska this time."

She glanced at Captain America, who was holding the U disk in his hand, and said as if complaining and explaining: "file (file), I know this word has other meanings, such as folders, but I believe It is more appropriate to take the meaning of a file."

"This guy is unpredictable. He has been fighting with us for some Hydra strongholds since four or five years ago, and he seems to be one step faster every time. This guy is very cautious. We have not been able to judge him as an enemy in the past few years." It’s a friend. His goal seems to be to kill people, kill Hydra, and also kill agents, so that people can’t see any special motives, and disappear after killing. We don’t even have a clear image for so many years.”

She rolled her eyes and let out a long sigh: "Because he never talked to him, and he never kept his mouth alive. This will hinder our future work not at all. If there are no accidents, we may have to rob him again this time."

"So? What's the pattern of his actions?" Steve put his shield back on his back and looked at Natasha: "I don't think the 'people' you mentioned just now probably don't include you."

"How do you talk?" She raised her eyebrows: "That 'person' refers to a superficial fool—do you think I am?" She rolled her eyes at the indifferent Steve and complained Probably something like Zhu Gusheng: "Hydra may have infiltrated the inside of S.H.I.E.L.D. When I was in charge of tracking down the file, I accidentally discovered that three of the people he killed were the ones we suspected and Ed, that is, Agent Roger killed related people. So I guess that if nothing else happens, the objects he selected are more or less related to the events of that year."

"So you think he won't let go of this Alaska operation?" Steve took up the conversation: "If your assumption is true, then his actions sound like revenge?"

"Maybe, isn't the reason why a hypothesis is a hypothesis because it cannot be proven?" Natasha shrugged. "I don't think he will be found so easily if I have no clue even after half a year of hard work."

When the file finally returned to his little shack, he might have felt Jones' feeling when he saw the gate of Xavier's school.

Tears welled up.

She sat down on the dilapidated one-seater sofa, put one leg on the armrest, and began to take out her savings so far to check how much was left after paying Deadpool's commission. After all, Warren's plane was a one-way ticket, and she Find a way to come back here by yourself.

Point forward, point backward, add once, subtract once.

The file hugged his head even more painfully.

For the first time, she wished she had a cell phone so she could call Deadpool, swear at him and maybe agree with his second proposal through gritted teeth to get him a discount.

Anyway, digging brains here couldn't dig out any gold, and the file decisively put this problem behind her. She believed that there would still be some valuable things in Hydra's base no matter what.

There is a song that sings well.

"There are no wooden warehouses and no guns, the enemy built them for us!"

In the morning three days later, she paid the commission to Deadpool, put on her backpack when the other party twisted her body and saw each other again, and quickly went to the place she had agreed with Warren without looking at him.

I heard that Wolverine used to suffer from airsickness, but I don't know if it's true.

File, who has been eating non-stop since getting on the plane, thinks so.She thinks that maybe some people can't bear this kind of heavenly feeling naturally, and they have to find something to divert their attention, such as eating by themselves, such as Wolverine's airsickness.

The dessert shelf on the sixth floor was completely eaten away. She felt that the beautiful secretary lady looked at her as if she was looking at a refugee, probably because she looked like she wanted to eat the iron shelf together.

"Please tell Warren, thank him for his generous gift, and see you at the old place when we come back." She solemnly said to Miss Secretary when she jumped off the plane.

"Please be careful." The secretary handed her a napkin and pointed to the corner of her mouth: "If you have an accident, maybe the master will be very sad."

The northern Alaska is covered with snow all the year round. The file took off the backpack, took out the leather gloves and put on the tactical belt. After carefully checking his equipment and confirming that it was correct, he tied the two magazines to his wrist.

She thought of Warren reminding herself that "Alaska is not peaceful" before leaving, and felt that she might start to repeat the classic drama of racing against time and snatching people with secret agents.

She stood in a blind spot of the camera, watching the guard standing not far away clenched his hands and easily choked the throats of the two people.

"I hope they will be a step late this time as usual." She adjusted her earphones: "Deadpool, are you almost here?"

"Hey sweetheart, in fact, I think you don't need to make this call at all - oh, forgot you didn't have a phone, we two are wearing earphones now - I will be there soon, don't worry, take money to do things, good Deadpool is like that reliable!"

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and cut off the call.

But Deadpool is right, he may seem talkative and unreliable, but in fact, as long as he takes money, what he makes is always worth seeing, otherwise the file of the poor class would not be able to compete with I was slaughtered by him time and time again like I was taken advantage of, and every time I vomited blood and pain while contacting him as a partner.

The bullet is loaded.She put the handcuff into the holster on her lap and began to dive.

The author has something to say: It took six chapters to get to Alaska, and I have a new understanding of my own procrastination