[comprehensive] villain friend

Dolores Must Die【Ⅳ】

She woke up in a halo.

A large halo of light flickered in the eyes, from far to near, like a distant lighthouse flickering and flickering in the dark.

Dolores stared blankly at the ceiling, her pupils dilated and then constricted, not yet in focus.There was still a strange daze on her face, as if she was stuck at the very beginning, or she was just a walking dead, with no other "alive" characteristics except breathing.

She panted slowly, and suddenly turned sideways, holding the bed board with one hand, and raised her body——

"Cough-cough-cough-cough-"

Dolores clutched her throat in vain pain, a rusty smell of iron welled up, warm, and before she could realize what it was, three or four blooming blood flowers had been left on the ground.

I felt dizzy for a while, and the supporting hand was trembling, unable to support it.Dolores fell back on the hospital bed dejectedly, and stretched out a hand to shield her eyes from the harsh light on the ceiling.She pursed her lips, trying to breathe calmly.

The footsteps gradually stopped beside her.

Dolores was expressionless.

"...you didn't achieve your goal, and neither did I." Francis' voice reached her ears.

"Obviously." She moved her mouth and heard her weak voice.Ah - what a familiar feeling, she successfully ruined the recuperation for more than ten years, and returned to the original state overnight - this half-dead state, where she can only lie on the hospital bed for the rest of her life.

……why?

"I like your tenacious vitality, Dolores." Francis drawled. "I need you."

"I'm not surprised by this, Francis cough cough cough cough..." Dolores trembled, she gasped for breath, and the violent cough made her tremble all over.She turned sideways, feeling weak for a while.

"...you vomited blood?" he said, squinting at the blood on the floor, "...I don't think it's my work."

"...Really?" Dolores covered her chest and smiled, "What if it is?"

"Impossible." Francis said coldly, still staring at the blood, his brows were tightly locked, "...this kind of situation has never happened to the subjects before you."

"Then what happened to them?" She asked softly.

"—most of them didn't make it through," Francisco replied, "only a small number... became invincible."

"Isn't that what you wanted?"

"As I wish?" Francis seemed to be irritated by this sentence, his expression sank, and he stared at Dolores like a poisonous snake, "...It's too far away! What I want is not That kind of effect. Who do you think I am? An idiot who makes a bunch of failed products and is complacent?"

Dolores looked at him: "..."

He calmed down his breathing, and quickly returned to his usual state: "...not to mention—the short-lived power is the result of overdrawing life. They all died soon."

"...Oh, maybe in your current state, you are only one step away from death." Francis glanced up and down at Dolores, and said slowly, "...But I hope it's best not to, I think I'm from you I found a new inspiration in me, which prompted me to improve my work..."

Dolores said nothing.

"I will succeed."

She moved a bit, raised her head, and barely sat up, leaning against the wall.This series of movements is very strenuous for her now, so she tilted her body and looked at Francis weakly, and smiled: "...I hope so. But before that—"

She paused: "...I just want to drink water."

Francis narrowed his eyes and moved the corners of his mouth: "...Of course, it's up to you."

He looked around blankly: "—Christine."

"Here we come." The woman lifted the curtain, still holding a match in her mouth as usual, "What are you doing?"

Francis tapped on Dolores' bed, "Give our brave man a glass of water."

After saying this sarcastically, he turned and left without hesitation.

"You are so troublesome, Dolores." Christine rolled her eyes, folded her arms impatiently, walked over slowly, looked down at Dolores, and put the water glass heavily on the on the desktop.This action was a bit big, and some water was spilled and landed on the table.

Dolores didn't care, as if she didn't notice the other party's bad attitude at all, she picked up the cup and took a sip calmly: "Thank you."

Christine paused.

She looked at Dolores, and suddenly curled her lips: "well... I don't think you may know... you're going to have a new neighbor?"

"...a new neighbor?" Dolores repeated. She subconsciously looked at the dirty curtain, a little lost in thought. There was a calm over there. It made people feel a little unreasonable, "...he died?"

"You mean number 32?" Christine also looked over, with an indifferent expression, "Yeah, he died yesterday, just when you fell into a coma—" She sneered, "He is really weak. "

Dolores' eyelashes quivered slightly.The bottom of her heart was peaceful, and the expected answer obviously did not make her feel any surprise: "...It's a pity."

"What's the pity?" the other party asked with great interest.

"I thought..." Dolores was expressionless, she felt her soul gradually floating, standing on a high place looking down at all this without emotion, while her body was taken over by something else, she answered Keri Sting, "He'll get his wish."

"Fulfilled my wish?—to become a superhero?" Christine gave a short laugh and spread her arms, "Are you kidding me?" She curled up her mouth mockingly and lowered her voice, "Would you believe that A set? My lady—there's no superhero production here."

"Yeah..." Dolores said calmly, "Only he has been so convinced."

"Because that's what it is to be human," says Christine, without a trace of emotion, "to constantly believe in shortcuts, to constantly expect what you can't have."

"That's why the devil first put the bait in front of people." Dolores said softly.

"That's true." She nodded nonchalantly, and smiled, "Yes, you reminded me—this is a good gimmick. We can continue to promote it like those exaggerated advertisements on TV, Those idiots will come and go... Ha! Superheroes! Someone thought superheroes could be produced in a small factory laboratory...If we produce superheroes, it will not be the old, weak and sick people anyway." Grae Listin curled her lips and crossed her arms, "...we will only produce super slaves—because that will bring enough profits."

Dolores lowered her eyelids: "..."

"...Speaking of which, the replacement for No. 32 is also an idiot." Christine sneered, "It is said that he is a mercenary suffering from cancer, and wants to join here frantically to survive...Let me think, maybe Our slogan is still very good, isn’t it?”

"...a mercenary?" Dolores's face appeared in Dolores' mind, and it was a series of chain reactions.I don't know if it's an illusion, but she always feels that the memory palace is running faster than before. It seems that it has suddenly become an extremely fast search engine. A large number of things are recalled by her, and they are clearly visible frame by frame.She rubbed her temples calmly.

"Yes, a mercenary." Christine nodded, "I've never experimented with a mercenary here. I guess he'll be more durable than No. 32. . . . I can't wait, She slanted her mouth and laughed, "After all, a life that is too fragile is no fun."

"Didn't he already have cancer?" Dolores said.

"That would be even more interesting." Christine said playfully, and a frenzy appeared on her face in the next moment, "Francisco is about to experiment with his potion... oh, I'm really looking forward to it, he's a big deal An absolute genius."

——It is also an out-and-out pervert.

Dolores subconsciously added something in her heart.

She moved her body slowly, trying to get out of bed.

Christine raised her eyebrows: "What do you want to do?"

"I want to go to the toilet." Dolores looked at her indifferently, "Do you want to come with me?"

"..." Christine was silent for a moment, "...No need. You are such a trouble, Dolores." She said so, turned around, and left with her arms folded.

Dolores shrugged slightly, propping up the bed with both hands, and stood up weakly.

She turned a blind eye and walked past those hospital beds, the silent and desperate hospital beds-those guys who were completely different from human beings moaned/groaned in a low voice, like ghosts living in hell, who could only suffer for the rest of their lives.

Maybe this is hell for them.

Dolores turned pale and walked forward slowly.In front of her, the door to the outside world suddenly opened——

She heard the sound of the pulleys of the operating bed rolling on the ground, suppressing the chattering words, but the sound was getting closer and closer, and the sound could not be suppressed——

Dolores stopped. She watched a group of people plugging their ears expressionlessly and pulling the operating bed from the outside to the inside, while the people lying on the bed were as excited as elementary school students participating in a spring outing for the first time. Machine guns kept talking——

They passed Dolores.

Dolores took a step back subconsciously, and she looked at the bed, on which lay a well-proportioned adult man.

The two people met their eyes at this moment.

The other party's voice suddenly stopped.

Like a radio suddenly stuck, he stared at Dolores, and suddenly raised his head, but his neck was fixed by a strap, and he was stuck, and his head fell back heavily.The operating cart made a loud bang.

Dolores froze for a moment.

The man yelled at the next moment: "——This is not fair!!! Why am I the only one who is tied up!! Why can they run around wantonly! I have suspected for a long time that you are really coveting brother **! I want to play SM!! I [beep——] [beep——]”

Dolores froze.

She saw Francis walking out not far away with a blank expression, holding a crumpled rag in his hand.

"..." Dolores was about to laugh when she saw the man being pushed into the place where No. 32 had been.

...For some reason, she suddenly had a very bad premonition.

The author has something to say: [reminder]

Deadpool doesn’t follow the setting of the movie==Although I searched a lot about Deadpool’s past experiences, I found out sadly that his origins are not even confirmed by the creator. There are several miraculous versions, which basically mean that there is no past. .

So basically I combined it with my own hands to write..._(:з」∠)_

I'm about to start flying.