Princess Disease

Before setting foot on the impoverished country of Afghanistan, the most outrageous thing Isabella did in her life was to instruct Deadpool to "kidnap" herself in order to meet Tony.

"I never thought that one day I would go abroad like this," Isabella looked around blankly holding a cheap and worn-out backpack for her: "Economy class!"

"It's good to have a plane, my little princess," Deadpool shrugged his shoulders, "besides, the point is the economy class? The point is that we illegally smuggled out."

But this is obviously not a problem for Isabella - if they can successfully rescue Tony, it will be fine for Howard to settle the follow-up matters; if they cannot rescue Tony...

No, there is no latter option!

Isabella packed up all the bad thoughts and threw them out of her head.

Deadpool exchanged some change at a roadside stall, bought a dirty bottle of Coke and handed it to Isabella: "Here, are you thirsty?"

Isabella carefully unscrewed the Coke, and after taking a sip her little face wrinkled: "Fake."

"What?" Deadpool snatched the Coke from Isabella and took a sip. He smashed his mouth and said suspiciously, "Isn't it? I drink it like this."

Isabella swore: "It's fake."

"Okay, fake," Deadpool nodded, "It's amazing my Miss Stark."

The fake Coke was thrown into the trash by Deadpool with a deadpan expressionless face.

"Where are we going?" People all over the street seemed to be looking at her with malicious eyes, which made Isabella feel very uncomfortable. She frowned and asked in a low voice: "You won't Are you going to sell me?"

"Yeah," Deadpool said casually: "Miss Stark, you are white and tender, and you are a little tsundere. The perverts like yours. I found a good buyer for you. Although he is a bit older, he is better than rich—”

While talking, the two walked to the corner of a small alley. Isabella, who was following Deadpool, suddenly made a fuss. She kicked Deadpool into a deep alley, raised her hand and drew a knife to press him down. on a cold, damp wall.

"I'm joking." Deadpool raised his hands above his head and said honestly, "Don't take it seriously."

"That's not necessarily true," Isabella snorted coldly: "I don't have time to play this kind of real and fake games with you. Do you think I really followed you to Afghanistan without making any preparations?"

Deadpool nodded honestly.

"Stark Industries has a military factory in Afghanistan." Isabella pushed the sharp dagger forward: "I greeted the person in charge before I came here, and I will tell you the address. Take me there and take You want equipment."

"Wow," Deadpool applauded: "Miss Stark is so generous!"

"I also wrote an email and gave Jarvis the authority to send it," Isabella continued unmoved, "Once I give him an order, that email will be sent to My grandpa Howard Stark and Professor X from Xavier's School for the Gifted."

Deadpool was slightly taken aback.

"I know the X-Men have been trying to recruit you, but you declined their invitation," Isabella laughed: "But it doesn't matter, Professor X is a good man, if he finds out what you want to do badly, yes Will not sit idly by."

"Now, Mr. Wade Wilson," Isabella's slender and soft palm slipped from Deadpool's neck, and touched his chest lightly along his shoulder: "Can we continue walking?"

Deadpool got a broken motorcycle through his own way, and took Isabella all the way to Stark Industries' military factory located in the desert of southwestern Afghanistan.

The person in charge is a middle-aged bald American man. He warmly received Miss Stark and eagerly wanted to take Isabella around the factory.

"No need," Isabella resolutely refused, she cut directly to the topic: "We still have something to do, are the things you prepared ready?"

The smile on the person in charge froze, he coughed, and asked Isabella an unrelated question: "Miss, this is..."

The person in charge secretly pointed to Deadpool.

Deadpool suddenly made a move, grabbed the finger pointed at by the person in charge and snapped it back, making a crisp "click".

"Didn't your mother teach you not to point at others casually?" Deadpool said dissatisfied.

The person in charge uttered a sharp cry, and then there was a loud "bang", the door of the office was kicked open, and many workers came in with sticks.

Isabella looked towards the door expressionlessly, and she stood up slowly while pressing the rough wooden tabletop with one hand: "What are you going to do?"

The workers were chattering in a language that Isabella could not understand. Isabella frowned and looked at Deadpool.

"What are you looking at me for?" Deadpool shrugged and pressed the person in charge on the table: "I can't understand the bird language either."

Isabella sighed: "You let him go."

Deadpool curled his lips in dissatisfaction, and he threatened: "If you dare to point at me again, you will lose more than one finger."

The person in charge scrambled and fled behind Isabella, distanced himself from Deadpool.

"He is my bodyguard, named Wade Wilson," Isabella said lightly, "Don't mess with him."

The person in charge hurriedly bowed and nodded towards Isabella: "Okay! Okay!"

Isabella looked at the workers hovering at the door, and the person in charge hurriedly waved at the workers and drove them out.The workers gave Deadpool and Isabella a vicious look, and then reluctantly left.

"Well, miss," the person in charge took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "You sit here for a while, and I will help you get the things in person."

Isabella narrowed her eyes and looked at the person in charge, then nodded slightly: "Go."

As if the person in charge had received an amnesty, he grabbed the mobile phone on the corner of the table and ran away in a hurry.

"It's not right," Isabella's face darkened as soon as the person in charge left, and she said softly, "It's not right here."

"I see," Deadpool dragged the only high-end swivel chair in the office, and sat in lazily: "Those who came in just now are not ordinary workers, they are all soldiers, or have been soldiers , received relevant training."

"There is no signal on the mobile phone, there is a shield here," Isabella shook the smartphone developed by Stark Industries: "I can't contact Jarvis."

Deadpool lay on the table and tilted his head to look at Isabella: "Baby, can you still send the email you wrote in case I wrote it?"

"Yes," Isabella replied, "Once Jarvis loses contact with me for more than half an hour, the email will be sent automatically."

"That's good!" Deadpool patted the table: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't have a weapon. I'm used to it. Anyway, our crew is poor, and we don't have money to shoot big scenes of gun battles. The action scenes are all up to me. Fighting with two knives..."

While talking, Deadpool suddenly stood up, hugged Isabella by the waist, and dragged her to the window: "Let's go!"

As soon as Isabella climbed onto the window sill, the door of the office was kicked open again. The "workers" who came in this time were not holding sticks, they were fully armed, and all of them were armed with the most advanced firearms|guns.

"Really? Are you kidding me!" Deadpool pulled out the double |knives on his back with his backhand, and stared at his opponents, drooling: "Your Highness, shall we grab a gun before we go? I I really thought about the addiction of gun|fighting—”

"Run quickly!" Isabella rolled her eyes and jumped off the window sill: "There are people here too!"

Fortunately, the office is on the second floor. After Isabella jumped, she rolled on the ground, buffering a lot of force. She didn't get up straight away, and she tripped the person who was rushing in front with one hand on the ground, taking her away. Under the submachine gun in his hand.

"I got the gun, come here!" Isabella used the submachine gun as a stick, swung it round and slammed it hard on the worker's face, knocked him out, and dealt with another one.

There are five more.Out of the corner of her eye, Isabella saw the reinforcements running from the corner. She took half a step back and shrank under the window sill, raising her submachine gun stiffly.

Isabella has never used a gun before, she knows that this kind of thing is very lethal, killing people is a matter of minutes, so she is not willing to use it, even if the opponent also has a gun.

"If I don't kill others, others will kill me" - this sentence is easy to say, but it is so difficult to do.

"Baby, don't mess around if you don't know how to play," Deadpool jumped off the window sill, he protected Isabella behind him, and snatched the gun from her hand: "What if I hurt myself?"

"Be careful!" A red gleam flashed in Isabella's pupils, and she subconsciously dragged Deadpool back.

Not far in front of the two, workers with hideous faces opened the safety, took aim and pulled the trigger——

With a "bang", the charge | the gun exploded | the chamber exploded.

The author has something to say: Warning, the SSS European Emperor is online ahead, African natives please retreat consciously, or you will bear the consequences.

Miss Stark, your cheat has been activated, please have fun.

The so-called black under the lights, the person in charge of this military factory is a member of Stanislav.

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Thank you reader Yerou Baobao for the nutrient solution~