[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

When Deadpool, with the six claw marks on his face, hurriedly pulled Alice off the face of the opposite door with a force that would not kill a cat, he just glanced at his reflection on the window, and howled like he was about to die .

Tired of watching roommates fight cats, Joyce was in the bathroom trying to get himself clean from head to toe.Deadpool's voice enough to constitute mental pollution came through the door under such circumstances. The ex-killer, who had always been as stable as an old dog, slipped in fright, and almost fell to the floor with the shower head. The expression on his face was as terrifying as It's an evil spirit that just climbed up from hell.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Wade?!!"

He rushed out of the bathroom with a gun in his hand, and hit the opponent's forehead directly after not seeing any enemies breaking in from anywhere.Joyce stared wide-eyed at his roommate writhing on the floor, and couldn't help but think about pulling his intestines out of his mouth with his bare hands.

"You still ask me!" Seeing Joyce come out, Deadpool immediately rolled from behind the sofa to the other's feet, hugging his thigh and accusing him hoarsely: "You actually let that cat scratch me!! No one but you Leave marks on me!!"

"..."

No matter how I answered this sentence, it didn't feel right. Joyce was choked up and couldn't speak for a while.He lowered his head and stared glaringly at the Deadpool on the floor who was not to be outdone and stared back. After a long while of mental construction, he managed to maintain his crumbling sanity and calmness: "Can't you heal yourself?"

"That's not okay, who is your big baby, me or it!" Wade refused to let go at the opponent's feet in a rolling and rolling manner, Wade pretended that he didn't see Joyce's face, "What are you thinking, of course it is it." ''s deep contempt, almost screaming at the top of his voice: "You just don't love me!!"

- That's right.

I recalled when I showed unrealistic gentleness, which actually caused this illusion to the other party.Joyce stood there silent for a while, and just about to speak, he found that Deadpool had stopped rolling around, raised his eyes, and laughed creepily on the floor

"Haney, you look really good from this angle."

He stretched out his hand and gestured to challenge the bottom line of human beings, and smiled more connotatively: "Really, it's more... impressive than usual."

Joyce: "..."

Fuck. You fucking Wade Wilson.

Finally, I heard the sound of reason snapping in my head.The former killer took two steps back calmly, calibrated his arms, made a fist, then picked up the heinous thing, and smashed it on the bridge of his nose with extreme precision.

Deadpool howled even worse than before.

And in Joyce's relentless domestic violence, the originally untidy living room was even more messy, including his workbench, and various parts jingled and fell all over the floor, almost demolishing the house together.Coupled with Deadpool's painful and happy screams, it sounded like some kind of indescribable scene, which made the downstairs neighbors knock several times, with such force that they almost smashed a hole in the door panel.

"Go out and open a room, you bastards?!"

He complained angrily, but no one paid attention to him.In the house like a strong wind, only the cat Alice, who escaped from the claws, squatted on the refrigerator, disdainfully watching the two huddled together underneath, and agreed with him out of her own will.

"Meow."

A group of mentally retarded.

……

After beating Deadpool into a literal wreck, Joyce rolled into the bedroom empty-handed as he continued to scratch at the door and babble without moving.After a night of physical labor, even a man made by a machine would have to lie down exhausted, not to mention that he does not have the exaggerated healing ability of Wade. The wound on his shoulder must get enough sleep before he is willing to heal. Deadpool is wasting energy in vain, it is more practical to have a good sleep.

It was only after throwing himself into the bed that exhaustion really came flooding in. Joyce turned over with his last consciousness, wrapped himself in the quilt, and then closed his eyes, blocking everything around him from the silent darkness .

He seems to have had a dream.

In the dream, there are guns and flames, as well as the night sky and the stars covered with dome.The salty evening wind blowing from the sea brought water vapor, some people fled in all directions on the deck, and some sneaked silently in the shadow of the engine room.On the other hand, he was standing on the edge of the ship's gunwale that might step into the air at any time, looking at the endless abyss under his feet, waiting for the moment when his body would be crushed to pieces.

'Zero. '

Behind him, it seemed that someone was calling him that.

Joyce turned around and saw a hand held out to him.And its owner is hidden behind the black mist, can't see the face clearly, but can feel the complex and non-malicious gaze of the other party.

'who are you? '

Following the lead of the man, he took a step forward, and he stretched out his hand, trying to shake off the fog that enveloped him.

However, the moment his fingertip touched it, the figure of that person disappeared from his eyes like a mirror image.He froze for a moment, and couldn't help but stepped forward a few steps, trying to catch the scattered Yu Wen, but before he had gone far, he was hugged by a red and black figure from far to near his thigh.

He lowered his head in bewilderment.

In the next second, that damned bastard howled at the top of his lungs: "Wake up, he wants to fuck you, Hani!!"

"..."

So why does something like this still appear in his dreams, is it funny?

"I've never wanted to kill someone so much in my life." I was almost woken up by fright.Joyce opened his eyes from under the quilt and muttered to himself.

He seemed to be able to hear the heart-piercing wailing of the dead servant Hu Tianqian in his ears, and his mind was full of the other party's face, as if he had been brainwashed, even Hydra's head perm machine is probably not so good make.Joyce stumbled up from the bed full of resentment, looked at his dark circles on the window glass that were as heavy as dark clouds, and felt that he should strangle that hapless roommate to death.

However, when he turned around the house several times, he failed to catch anyone.It seemed that the other party went out again and didn't know where to wander. There was only a note with a smiling face on the table, and no other hair was seen.

"Did he know what I dreamed, so he ran away early?"

Squatting down, Joyce whispered to the cat Alice who was dozing on the sofa.But the other party just looked up at him with a lack of interest, and then lay down again, patted the back of his hand with his tail, showing a row of scary sharp teeth.

"Meow." It replied.

"I want to kill."

Under the triple influence of nightmares, morning waking, and hypoglycemia, his complexion was close to madness.Joyce sat down on the sofa with the almost substantive black air behind him, looked around the living room that was messed up yesterday, and thought that he would have to clean it up later, the air pressure was obviously lower.

One person and one cat were silent for a while.Until a certain moment, they simultaneously captured the humming sound of mechanical operation, and the sound of howling wind slapped on the wall, leaving a series of transparent ripples in the air.

Cat Alice looked up abruptly.Without even blinking, Joyce fished out a handful of M16 from under the sofa, and darted towards the window.

"Bang bang bang-"

The muffled sound of bullets ejected from the chamber and the sound of glass breaking were extremely clear in the room.After firing a box of bullets, Joyce finally moved his neck, turned his head to look in the direction where the gun was pointing, and stared at him with the most vicious eyes.

Climbing through other people's windows in broad daylight is definitely not a good thing... Wait.

"why you?"

Looking at Iron Man in the red and gold armor standing in the air, maintaining a stunned posture of knocking on the window, Joyce asked in surprise.

"...Uh, um, I'm here to help the poor?"

Flying all the way here, he was thrown by someone before he was stable. Tony was stunned and stammered a little:

"Yesterday you abandoned me without saying anything. It took me a while to find out where you are on Friday, and I'm going to come over to say hello."

"Hello?" Joyce narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"I bought this building." The president's father said truthfully, "I will be your landlord from now on."

"……when?"

"Uh, ten seconds ago?"

"..."

Then what can he say?

Roll your eyes at the ceiling.Joyce raised the smoking muzzle again, and pulled the trigger resolutely and calmly again.