Princess Disease

"Are you sure your father is locked up in this military factory?" Deadpool asked as he walked.

"Not sure," Isabella said. "Look around."

Deadpool:……

After confirming that Captain America's rescue team has at least four hours to arrive, Isabella and Deadpool's current priority is to absolutely prevent the enemy from finding them.Isabella thought about it carefully. The other party's manpower should not be many. In addition, this military factory occupies a large area. Instead of trying to find a relatively safe place to hide in an unfamiliar environment, it is better to avoid it. Turn on the surveillance camera and move around at any time, so that the chance of encountering search personnel will be greatly reduced.

While moving, Isabella and Deadpool can explore the terrain of this military factory by the way, find the place where Tony is being held, collect some handy weapons, and prepare for the battle that may occur at any time.

So the two fought guerrilla rounds in the military factory, sometimes walking along the path outside the factory building against the wall, sometimes turning in through the window and going back and forth along the corridor. After walking like this for an unknown time, Isabella And Deadpool was transferred back to the original office of the person in charge.

The office was in a mess. Except for the desk standing alone, the rest of the bookcases and chairs were blown into pieces and scattered all over the floor. The walls were full of bullet holes. It seemed that after the fierce battle just now, there was no People have come back.

"Let's take a break first?" Deadpool dragged a three-legged chair from the corner: "Let's sit down together."

"It's too difficult, so you should do it yourself." Isabella shook her head, she sat down on the spot, and didn't dislike the dust all over the floor.

Deadpool picked up a piece of torn clothes from the ground, wrapped it around the bloody blade, and wiped it carefully. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Isabella curling up with her hands on her knees, and his hands froze. , asked: "How long has it been?"

Isabella grabbed Deadpool's wrist and rolled up his sleeve, revealing a pink and pink Hello Kitty cartoon watch on his wrist. She glanced at it and said, "It's been almost an hour, don't come out." Just wait another three hours."

"Don't you think it's strange?" Deadpool grabbed Isabella's cold palm with his backhand: "We walked here for an hour, and we haven't encountered a single chaser."

It's really strange, no matter how small the opponent is and how big the factory is, this is the enemy's home field after all. They are in the dark, while Isabella and Deadpool are in the open. How could it be possible that they haven't met once?

And that submachine gun that blew up for no reason...

Isabella withdrew her hand, she blinked her big eyes, and said with some hesitation: "Maybe it's my luck?"

"It's more than just good luck." Deadpool spread his hands, "Ou Huang really didn't call for nothing."

The two chatted for a while, and Isabella gradually felt a little sleepy. As soon as she got off the plane, she found a car with Deadpool and went straight to the military factory. Lian Tian, ​​if it wasn't for the emergency situation to escape, she would have found a wall and fell asleep long ago.

"I'm watching, you can sleep for a while," Deadpool patted Isabella's head: "I'll call you when something happens."

Isabella yawned heavily. She wiped away the tears she shed, nodded emphatically, and buried her face in her knees.

"Then I'll rest for a while," Isabella's voice sounded a little muffled: "I really can't hold on—"

In the middle of speaking, Isabella suddenly changed the subject in a strange tone: "Hey, what is that?"

Deadpool looked in the direction of Isabella's finger and found a fan-shaped friction mark under the desk.

"Isn't it formed naturally?" Isabella stood up, went to the desk and squatted down, trying to trace the traces with her hands back and forth: "It always feels like something slipped through it look."

"Let me see." Deadpool slipped Isabella aside. He stared at the scratches for a while, then clapped his hands and began to roll up his sleeves: "Move the desk and have a look."

The two lifted one side, counted down to one, two, three, and worked together. As a result, the desk did not move at all, and it was firmly poked on the floor.

Deadpool exerted too much force and almost lost his waist. He put one hand on the table and supported his lower back with the other hand, and said with lingering fear: "God, this table is heavy enough. Are there iron blocks in it!"

Isabella squatted down|, stretched out her hand and tried to pull the drawers, but all the drawers were locked and could not be opened, so she had to settle for the next best thing, knocking on them one by one with her fingers, making a crisp bang sound.

"The drawers here are all empty," Isabella reached under the desk, carefully groping along the burly wood, and felt a small bump under the top drawer: "I think... I might have found it."

Isabella pressed the button.

With a muffled bang, the desk bounced up about ten centimeters. Using the left table leg as a fulcrum, it rotated counterclockwise forward, lifting a large piece of the floor tiles.

After the desk was still again, a tunnel entrance of about two square meters appeared on the ground, the direction was obliquely downward, revealing a faint light.

Deadpool gave Isabella a thumbs up.

Isabella looked at the entrance that seemed to be emitting cold air, and shivered involuntarily: "Do you want to go down and take a look?"

"It's come to this point, can you hold it back?" Deadpool shrugged his shoulders: "Let's go, I'll take the lead, after you're done, run away as soon as something goes wrong, and leave me alone."

"How could I leave you behind?" Isabella clenched her sharp dagger tightly, and followed Deadpool down the passage.

"I can't die again," Deadpool smiled indifferently: "I can escape no matter what, you are different—"

"Hush!" Isabella stopped Deadpool from continuing: "Don't set up a flag for yourself, thank you!"

As soon as the two walked into the passage, the rear entrance was closed again.

The faint light in the passage came from the bottom exit. In order to avoid being exposed, Deadpool and Isabella did not light up the lights, and the two of them groped in the dark one after the other, walking slowly along the stairs. go down.

"Why don't you pull me?" Deadpool suddenly said, "What if I lose it?"

Isabella chuckled: "It's such a narrow road, and there are no turns. If you go all the way to the end, if you lose it, you will be a ghost. It's useless to hold you."

Deadpool's petty thinking failed, so he had to sigh helplessly.

One minute later, Deadpool arrived at the exit. He reached back and pushed Isabella against the wall to stop her from moving forward, while he carefully poked his head out along the edge of the wall.

Outside the exit was an empty corridor, with bright incandescent lamps installed at intervals on the walls and ceiling. The dazzling brightness made Deadpool think that he had come to the hospital.

Isabella poked Deadpool's back from behind, and she asked in a low voice, "How is it?"

"There is a camera," Deadpool huddled in a blind spot, squinting his eyes and staring at a monitor fixed to the ceiling not far ahead: "And it's turned on."

"Are there many?" Isabella frowned: "Can you avoid it?"

"That's enough," Deadpool involuntarily reached out and touched his belt: "I might be able to pass...but it will definitely become messy."

Isabella didn't understand what Deadpool meant, and she stamped her feet in embarrassment: "Such a secret place must be very important, maybe Dad is locked up there! Damn the camera!"

As soon as Isabella finished speaking, a series of bang bang bangs were heard, and the monitors placed all over the ceiling exploded at the same time, emitting wisps of light smoke.

Deadpool:……

Isabella: ...

"This is no longer the Emperor of Europe," Deadpool looked back at Isabella with the gaze of an alien: "This is the crow's mouth—"

"Go away!" Isabella stepped on Deadpool angrily: "It must be a coincidence!"

Deadpool had a "I'm not a fool" expression on his face.

Regardless of whether it was a coincidence or not, anyway, the monitor exploded. This is a perfect opportunity. It is estimated that the people hiding below will come to check the situation soon. Isabella and Deadpool have to leave the corridor before then, find a Secret room to temporarily hide from.

"Go!" Deadpool decisively pulled Isabella and ran into the corridor: "Left or right?"

"Right!" Isabella chose a direction randomly.

But this time Isabella's luck seems to have run out.The two of them ran two steps to the right, when suddenly there was a violent shaking from the whole corridor, and Isabella was shaken to this side, and she jumped straight forward, and in the next second, there was only a loud "boom" , a translucent thickened barrier fell from the ceiling, blocked between Deadpool and Isabella, and cut the corridor into two parts.

"!" Isabella threw herself on the barrier and beat hard.

After getting up, Deadpool waved his hand at Isabella, signaling her to stand at the base of the wall, then he took out a miniature submachine gun from nowhere, and brazenly pulled the trigger against the transparent barrier.

The bullets hit the barrier one after another, except for the muffled sound of bang bang bang, it was completely unable to cause damage to the barrier, and Deadpool was scratched on his arm by one of the stray bullets.

Isabella walked back to the barrier, and she made a pause gesture to Deadpool.

"Can you hear me?" Isabella didn't dare to speak too loudly: "Stop hitting, stop first."

"Not very clear," Deadpool shook his head, his voice was so small that it sounded like there was a thick curtain of water between the two: "You stay still! I'll smash this damn thing open .”

"It's useless." Isabella shook her head: "I know what it is... The latest isolation material developed by Stark Industries contains vibrating gold, which can prevent at least one short-range missile from a small missile." Shock."

Deadpool hit the barrier with a fist, he was quiet for a while, and said in a deep voice: "I'll look for the exit, and go around to find you, there must be a way."

"Don't go too far! Find a safe place to hide yourself!"

Isabella watched Deadpool gradually go away. She stood silently in front of the barrier for a while, then turned and walked in the opposite direction.

The author has something to say: Bella, it’s not your good luck that’s over, it’s Deadpool’s good luck that’s over ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Deadpool said that he would become disorganized because he has a teleportation belt, which allows him to teleport to unfixed places at will, but he often makes mistakes, such as missing arms and legs.

I just found out today that you have poured me a lot of nutrient solution and overlord tickets!I love you so much!I must thank you!

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