[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

Before Joyce couldn't help kicking away the beckoning roommate, they finally got rid of the chasing octopus at a corner.

He casually opened a door beside him, and stuffed the two of them in together.The former killer of Hydra listened intently in the dark, until the noisy footsteps outside the door passed by where they were now, and continued to run forward, he was silently relieved, and at the same time, he didn't know whether he should annoy Deadpool's unreliability, Once again, I feel sad for the little IQ left by my old club.

"When you go out again later, you either sew up the seam on your butt or don't wear anything."

Looking tiredly at the brainwashed pink piece dangling in his eyes, Joyce didn't know why he hadn't beaten him to death yet.Without light, he is probably blind. Deadpool obviously did not accept the other party's resentment like dark clouds overwhelming the city. He just focused on the roommate's final approval, and his tone was full of surprise:

"Can I really wear nothing?!!"

"Okay." Joyce replied dryly, "It's convenient for me to tear your eggs off."

"..."

Deadpool, who was fumbling for the buttons of his clothes, suddenly felt cold, and his movements stopped.The two stared at each other for a long time in the dark, testing back and forth on the edge of crossing each other's bottom line, until a mystery-like embarrassment brewed in the air, and finally Wade was the first to compromise, and slowly stretched out his hand to cover his important parts.

"Although it may grow if it falls off, it's better not to try it." What if it's gone?

Without any doubt that Joyce could really do what he said, he silently took a step back, and at the same time quickly changed the subject: "So, are we really getting rid of them now? What is this place?"

Only then did they realize that they had just entered the door casually, and they really should have figured out where they were being driven.Joyce rolled his eyes at him gracefully at last, rubbing them against the wall, concentrating on looking around in the dark, trying to figure out what familiar silhouette he saw.

And the next second-

"Wade."

After focusing all my attention on this room, I realized that something was wrong.Joyce's face was stiff, and his groping hand stopped in the air. After a moment of silence, he said firmly and calmly to his roommate: "Can I ask you something?"

"What?" Deadpool responded subconsciously, still immersed in the fear of his own nonsense.

And Joyce's tone was even more desperate: "You stay and let me go out."

what?

Blinking, I don't understand what this operation is.And just when Deadpool was desperately trying to understand the hidden meaning in Joyce's words, in the dark room, there was a sudden clear sound of guns being loaded, and then, bullets were fired like a gust of wind, if it weren't for Joyce Si reacted very quickly and got down on the ground, throwing his roommate to the ground by the way. They probably couldn't escape the fate of being beaten into a sieve.

"Boom-bang-!!!"

He hit the ground face first, almost denting his nose.Deadpool was stunned by Joyce's head. Hearing the hail of bullets above his head that hadn't stopped for half a minute, he didn't dare to think about the grand occasion of the door behind them.

"What the hell is this?!!"

He was smashed all over by the jingling of bullet casings, and was almost buried.After the gunfire finally paused, he jumped up from the ground, looking around with horror in his eyes.

...Probably because of the bad luck that brought you to the door.

Having almost figured out what was going on, Joyce stood up slowly, with an expression on his face that was somewhere between murderous and hopeless.Before he could say anything, a sneer came from the dark room to answer for him.

"We have spent so much manpower and time setting up a net for you in this base. Do you think you can really escape?"

The man's voice was hoarse and thick, with the inevitable arrogance and disdain:

"There is still time to surrender, Winter Soldier."

Joyce: ...

Deadpool:……

"Oh, I just said that buddy is too unlucky." Touching the door full of bullet holes behind him with lingering fear, Wade said so sympathetically, completely unaware that he should be more innocent than the other party point back.

He has voluntarily given up all communication with Deadpool.The corners of Joyce's mouth moved, looking at the murderous darkness in front of him, his tone was so calm that it made people feel chills all over.

"Tell me again," he said without any expression on his face, "who did you set up an ambush for?"

"..."

Stripped of the emotion involved in his previous wrangling with Deadpool, he now sounds a lot more like he did when he was still on the base.At this time, he probably realized that something was wrong, and the man gave a surprised 'Huh' and snapped his fingers backwards.Immediately, the entire room was suddenly lit up with pale and dazzling lights.

There was a momentary sting in the eyes that had long adapted to the darkness.Joyce narrowed his eyes and refocused his sight in the shortest possible time.He found that there were Hydra agents as far as he could see, and the muzzles of their guns were pointed in the direction of the door, almost filling half of the room, and the number of people was not far from what he had just estimated.

And at the very front, stood a man in black who looked obviously different. He could smell the murderous aura on his body halfway across the room. He was obviously the owner of the thick voice just now.

A bunch of fluffy little problems, and one big trouble.

While Joyce was observing each other, the group of high paws were also carefully observing him and Deadpool.The two parties just stood there staring at each other, silent for 3 minutes or more, until the atmosphere in the air became more and more strange, and they ran off in an awkward direction, and they reacted at the same time.

"You're not the Winter Soldier?!" The man pointed at Joyce's metal arm, with an expression as if he had been brutally betrayed.

"You are actually a woman?!" Deadpool howled even more fiercely than her, and seemed to want to tear off his ears to check: "Your voice is so masculine!!"

The corner of Joyce's mouth couldn't help twitching. Looking at this chaotic scene, he didn't know for a moment whether he should feel sorry for himself who was blamed for the Winter Soldier, or the Hydra who spent so much effort but caught the wrong person.

It's just unlucky one by one.

...Oh, of course, he might still be a little bit more unlucky.

"Who are you?"

The gloomy eyes looked back and forth between Joyce and Deadpool, and finally settled on the face of Joyce who looked more like a person.The man stared at him for a long time, probably feeling a little familiar, his expression gradually changed from annoyance to confusion, and even showed a daze: "I've seen you."

"Of course you have seen me." Reluctantly finding some comfort in his outstanding memory, Joyce took half a step forward and dragged Deadpool behind him, his eyes as sharp as a blood-stained blade: "I didn't expect to be here It will be you here, number two."

"...So it's you." His pupils tightened suddenly.Number Two stared at him for a long time, seemingly in disbelief, but finally calmed down, and twitched the corner of his mouth coldly: "Zero."

She slowly pulled out the gun from behind, with a dignified expression.Joyce's metal arm also calibrated itself, and the pages vibrated from shoulder blade to wrist.

And Deadpool seemed to want to say something, but before he opened his mouth, his roommate stepped on his little finger with precision, choked back his breath, and was quietly kicked by the former killer towards the door.

"I didn't expect that the traitor of Hydra would come back swaggeringly."

Didn't see their small movements at all, No. [-]'s eyes were still fixed on Joyce's face, and his whole body collapsed like a string that was about to break in the next second: "It's a bit unexpected, but you, like the Winter Soldier, Once you get in here, don't even think about getting out!"

"Then we can try it."

Flipping his wrist, a small knife was held in the palm of his hand.Joyce lowered his focus, ready to go like a cheetah preying on the grass, and the murderous aura around him rushed towards No. [-] like no money: "You can't catch me just because of you."

"yes."

Number two gave him a sneer.

After speaking harshly to each other, the two of them stopped talking immediately.As experimental subjects who have been reformed and trained here together, they are all too aware of each other's capabilities.Trained killers like them, as long as they don't pay attention, they will be found to take advantage of the opportunity.And in this case, whoever can take the lead will stand on the broad road leading to victory, and whoever has the opportunity to step on the other side severely and kill him with one move.

In the unbearable silence, time seemed to have stopped, leaving it to the two who were about to fight.

The next second—

At the moment when everyone was holding their breath, Joyce made a sudden move and threw the knife in his right hand towards No. the gate.

Then, before all the high paws could react, he picked up Deadpool who had already taken out a handful of melon seeds in his right hand to enjoy the duel, and swept away like a gust of wind, leaving only No.That speed is not running too fast, but flying too low.

Number two: "..."

Hi paws: "..."

"Wait, you said it so harshly, you put on such a good posture, and you ran away like this in the end?"

Being dragged away by his roommate in a dragging posture, Wade looked dazed and wondered if Joyce had been pierced by his own soul: "Where is your dignity as a killer?"

"My killer's dignity has been trampled by those hot chickens who don't distinguish between left and right."

Seriously corrected his unrealistic fantasies about himself.Joyce slapped the melon seeds off the other party's hand, gritted his teeth, and found it difficult to control the ferocity on his face: "Since it's a trick for the Winter Soldier, let them play with that guy!"

He's not going to put a fucking gun on the fucking Winter Soldier.

- don't even want to die.

The author has something to say:

Heypaw: All to catch the Winter Soldier! Hail Hydra! !

Joyce: I have 200 ophthalmologists to treat your blindness with one call.