tech killer

Elsa bought a lottery ticket for the first time. She didn't listen to the recommendation of the chattering Deadpool, but obediently agreed to the machine selection, then paid the bill, and walked out of the store with her own ticket.

The weather in September is cold at night.

Elsa rubbed her arms, and turned to look at the Deadpool who was humming with her hands behind her head: "...do you know where there is a hotel where you can stay?"

Deadpool let out a "wow": "So you're looking for a place to live, cutie, I thought you were going to have a wonderful nightlife with me~"

Elsa, who has been "poisoned" by Internet information, is no longer a naive girl who just came out of the mountain.She had no expression on her face: "If you talk about me like that again, our cooperation will be cancelled."

Deadpool immediately made a movement of zipping his mouth, and shook his head vigorously, as if he was afraid that Elsa would not take him to play, but Cinderella felt that he was just pretending, this man did not play cards according to the routine at all.

The tall man in the red suit was still writhing, with the appearance of dancing and expressing with his body if he was not allowed to speak, he completely forgot the smell of garbage on his body, collapsed in front of Elsa, and pointed to the position of his mouth, as if Very anxious.

Elsa almost rolled her eyes.

She sighed faintly: "Speak."

The dead waiter let out a sigh of relief: "I almost suffocated brother, where are you going now, sister? I remember you just said that you want to take a place to live, right? If you want me to say that the place to live here is not very good, otherwise it will be true. Let's go with brother, I promise you will enjoy~enjoy~so much that you don't want to turn over from that beautiful big bed~"

Elsa was expressionless: "...to the point."

Deadpool whistled: "Hey~ just turn around, the place you want is here~"

Elsa stopped and turned her head. There was a corner at the intersection that she just passed. There was a dim light on the corner, which looked a little hazy.

Cinderella hesitated a little, but after realizing that the time was almost eleven o'clock at night, she simply walked towards the intersection.

Deadpool didn't follow her anymore, but just called her: "Destiny girl, are you really not going with brother?"

"Never, I don't want to go with the garbage man." Elsa waved her hand smartly, turned into the intersection and walked to the dimly lit shop.

When I entered the store, I found that there were even more demons dancing wildly inside.

Elsa was a little uncomfortable, but she still walked to the bar very domineeringly, avoiding a few salty pig hands, facing the woman sitting inside the bar with heavy makeup and smoking cheap cigars, and took out the money: "I want a room."

The long-haired woman took a puff of smoke, her blurred eyes flickered under the ambiguous light, and her voice was a little hoarse from the smoke: "Are you doing business with the old mother? It's too much."

Elsa hadn't realized what the "business" was, and a few joking men stood beside her, one of them smiled ambiguously, and stretched out his finger to her to lift her chin.

The young Cinderella remembers the instructions of the elder Mr. Watson, and anyone who is not familiar with her can beat her if she wants to touch her. Elsa can't beat Sherlock, the demon king with extraordinary skills, but she will not be afraid of these hooligans .

A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, she held the man's finger, turned around deftly and pressed him to howl, then swept his legs gracefully, tripped all three hooligans by her, she simply added a few feet, He patted the dollar back in his pocket on the bar table again: "I don't do business, give me a room."

The madam who drives this small red-light district barely holds the cigar in her hand.She was sure that this girl was not here to hook up with her business, so she hurriedly gave her the key: "The third room on the third floor, check out before seven o'clock tomorrow morning."

After finishing speaking, she thought for a while, and added: "...just leave before seven o'clock in the evening."

Elsa took the old key, glanced at the price list hanging above the bar, and said with a serious face: "There is still change."

Old bustard: "..."

Satisfied, Elsa took some snacks such as milk biscuits and the change from the madam, and happily went up to the room No. [-] on the third floor rented to her.

The rooms here are old and small, and there is a strange smell in the room.Elsa has never had any concept of living conditions. She is not picky, put down her space box, and sat on the bedside to eat a late dinner.

Sweets, truly one of the greatest inventions.

This bedroom is small and small, with a dilapidated private bathroom, but the things in it are tattered. The shower head is broken and half hanging down. It is the most dilapidated Elsa has ever seen.After thinking about it, she dug out the water basin from her space box, and finally just took some water to wipe her body, and then she dug out a set of pillows and quilts of her own, and put a thick cushion on it before lying there creaking. on the bed.

She turned over a few times, said good night to Bucky in her heart, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Elsa is particularly good at adapting to jet lag, and she feels revived after just a night's sleep.

Suddenly remembering that she hadn't had time to tell Sherlock and Watson that she was safe, she hurriedly edited a text message and sent it away before washing up and going out.

It was already dawn, and Elsa washed her clothes obediently, changed into a set of jeans and a hooded sweater that were easy to move, and then left the broken room with the suitcase. It was less than seven o'clock when she went out—she I still remembered the first sentence the old bustard said.

And when she went downstairs, she was surprised to find that a head wrapped in red cloth poked out from behind the newspaper erected facing her: "Good morning, Goddess of Fate~ Did you sleep well last night? Your knight Guarding for you, I hope these 'beep--' little bugs didn't disturb the beautiful night of the girl~"

His tone was still so cheerful, as if he was simply here to say hello to this little friend he met yesterday.But in fact, although Deadpool sitting on the high stool seems to be flipping through the newspaper, he is stepping on six stacked men under his right foot, and Elsa recognized half of them at a glance. Those who were taught a little lesson by her last night.

Deadpool blinked at her: "How is it? Is bro very reliable? Have you ever been fanned by a heroic, handsome, witty and invincible brother? Have you ever wanted to fall into your broad mind for a moment? Come on girl! My brother’s arms are always open to you! Every good night, I’m always ready to dedicate myself to my goddess of fate!”

He spoke very fast, and the words he used seemed to be a bit slang, and some words Elsa couldn't understand.She looked at the man who threw away the newspapers used as props and opened his arms to her, and pointed to his feet.

"Oh beep--" damn it," Deadpool groaned angrily, stomping hard, kicking the restless fool under his feet again, kicking the man out of his rear pocket to attack His old-fashioned pistol, "Can you 'beep--' 'beep--'s stop always looking for things for my brother so that the originally handsome knight on the stage now seems like such--such a big joke."

He got off the high stool, ignored the screaming hooligans, and went straight to Elsa.

His uniform is similar to yesterday's, mainly composed of black and red, and the fabric seems a bit cheap, which makes it look a little funny.But at least it was a new one with no holes, so Elsa no longer had any minimum requirements for this man rolling in the garbage dump.

Deadpool was carrying a backpack with a bunch of things in it.

He walked up to Elsa, squatted on the ground with his back to the punks, and pulled the things he was carrying regardless of his appearance.Elsa is familiar with guns and daggers; Elsa doesn't know much about safety, condoms, lubricants, and oil; when all the instant noodle bowls are turned over, Elsa no longer wants to see this guy.

And behind him, a few gangsters got up and took out another gun from nowhere.

The leader had a ferocious expression, pointed the muzzle of the gun in his hand at the deadpool with his butt pouted, and uttered a few insulting words from his mouth.

Elsa felt like she was looking at toys when she saw these guns now. It only took one glance, and the gun fell apart in the hands of that bastard.

A few gangsters looked dumbfounded.

Of course, the average person would never think that the gun fell apart because of the mutants, they would just be angry that they paid a lot of money to buy fake and shoddy products.

Since the long-distance weapons were useless, and they couldn't beat the pervert in red who suddenly appeared at close range, the gangsters looked at each other, dropped the pile of scattered parts, and said "wait for me" for villain cannon fodder. ,Ran.

Elsa was puzzled: "...what are we waiting for them to do?"

Deadpool finally found a bunch of crumpled paper from the backpack that seemed to be from another dimension.He stood up and stretched, and handed the tattered paper to Elsa: "Who cares about those 'beeps—'~"

On it, a piece of ghostly drawn talisman, with a few place names written in a mess, to test the eyesight.

"...What is this?" Elsa stared at the torn paper repeatedly, forgetting the topic just now.

Deadpool has repacked his bag and put the backpack back on his back: "Hydra's base, I remember it for a long time."

Elsa was dubious, her fingertips slid across several unfamiliar place names, and when she thought of what the gentleman on the plane said, her fingertips stopped on the name "Gotham".

"How's Gotham?"

"Wow," Deadpool continued to speak barabara while twisting his body and scratching his neck, "That's right, there is still a little black bat in this world that I, Lord Deadpool, need to rescue. Girl, your aura is really great... ...I mean, I'm taking you to Gotham, let's go now."