[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

"I just came from another studio, and I haven't joined the film yet. OOC is a routine operation. And this author doesn't know anything about my brother's charm."

Five minutes later, with a tactical knife stuck in his head, Deadpool chatted endlessly under the eyes of his roommate who cared about the mentally retarded.The tone was full of extreme resentment, as if the other party had just strangled his dog, with tears in his eyes, trying to make him commit suicide with endless self-blame and guilt: "You can't treat me so cruelly."

"Of course I can."

Just look at him.Joyce slid out a second knife from his sleeve, and gestured expressionlessly on Deadpool's head.

"I can also give you a double ponytail."

"God, Honey. I didn't know you wanted to fuck me so much."

Prolonged the tone "Oh".Deadpool lowered his head, looked at Joyce's lower body meaningfully, and could feel the eagerness on his face through the mask: "Then we can change to something else, do you like doggy style?"

"..."

So it's underwhelming.

Too lazy to argue with this guy, Joyce rolled his eyes and fulfilled him without hesitation.

As to why a former Hydra killer would know and hang out with Deadpool, this is a question worthy of study.And if he had a choice, it would be hard for Joyce to say whether he would go out on such a dark and stormy night and run into this fucking psycho, but he never regretted it.So, this is probably a wonderful and unexpected fate, you don't want it too much, but it seems to be okay if it comes.

Joyce was planning something big when he met Deadpool.He had just run away from Hydra not long ago, and he felt as if he had been run over by a truck, unable to do anything except smash to death with the group of idiots chasing after him.So, in order to divert the attention of his old club and get some information by the way, he decided to go to the military area in New Jersey and kill a certain unlucky guy in the scientific research department who was so precious.

Deadpool met him outside the laboratory under such circumstances.

No one likes to have their prey taken from them, and no one teaches a killer how to behave when he encounters another stranger outside his target's house, especially if the stranger is obviously trying to steal his turf to create a crime scene.Therefore, although Deadpool actually cast a wide net to catch more fish, and planned to take over the entire laboratory in one pot, and there was no conflict of life and death with Joyce, they still fought on the roof and entangled the whole half of the laboratory. When I was young, I finally realized this in Wade's endless nonsense and the silence of the former killer.

"Well, we could have avoided this fight if you'd spoken up in the first place."

He lowered his head to count the bullet holes in his bodysuit, but soon realized that it was an impossible task.Deadpool looked at Joyce, who was sternly unloading the magazine in front of him, stared for a while, and turned his gaze back to the laboratory that had become fully armed because of the movement they made.

"They are too careful, why don't I know that our movement is so big?"

"Go away." To this, Joyce answered him with a big sniper and the last bullet: "You are blocking my sniper position."

"……Oh."

Glancing at his chest that was still bleeding out, he wisely moved out of the roof.

So, at the end of the day.When Deadpool rushed into the room from the other side and suffocated everything that was still breathing, he found a corpse with an octopus embroidered on its clothes lying by the window.There was a hole between her eyebrows, and she died peacefully and beautifully, but the thick pile of top-secret information on the table had long since disappeared.

If he hadn't bumped into that vicious killer by accident, he would never have believed that the one who could do all this silently would be a living person.

Standing among the blood on the ground, Deadpool was rarely surprised.He couldn't help but recall the appearance when Joyce shot himself outside the house not long ago. Although it was difficult to hide the exhaustion and despair in his eyes, it was still terrifyingly deadly.And this first impression was really deep enough that a few days later, when Deadpool was blocked by a group of mercenaries in an abandoned warehouse in New Jersey, he only needed to look at his back to recognize the silent man lurking on the beam. Who is observing.

"We're pretty close, aren't we?"

Holding his chin, Deadpool counted the swarthy heads one by one, and began to consider whether he should buy a lottery ticket later:

"I ruined something about the boss of these people, that little bastard with a small belly wanted to send a warehouse killer to kill me, HolyShit, I should have just screwed his head off... so why are you here, robbed Is it their boss's horse?"

"Personal matters."

Take the muzzle off Deadpool's head.Joyce would not tell him that the warehouse they were in was actually a snake den of Hydra, and that he had just ransacked the secret base tens of meters underground.He just glanced at the other party in surprise, his eyebrows raised slightly, as if it was strange that Deadpool was still squatting on the roof instead of going down to solve these troubles: "Why don't you do it?"

"I forgot my ammo pack again, and that's obviously something that 12 bullets can't solve."

Comfortably folded his legs together, Deadpool said so, he pushed Joyce away from the narrow beams and came to lie down with a noble concubine:

"So I'm waiting for them to get the hell out of here. My uniform has just been laundered and I'm not suitable for this kind of rude activity just yet."

"..."

It must have taken Joyce a lot to keep from beating him into a sieve.At the very least, Deadpool saw the corners of his mouth trembling from the corner of his eye, and when he stood up on his knees, his back was a little swaying, like a drunkard who had just come out of a tavern.

"I'm leaving."

Putting the gun back into the blood-stained holster around his waist, Joyce said this coldly, with a chilling expression.He moved his shoulders, the seam of the sleeve on the right side of his jacket had been torn, revealing a cold metallic luster, like a sharp knife about to be unsheathed, the coldness that just spewed out occasionally was enough to shock people.

Basically, this is a standard posture of "I'm going to kill the Quartet to clear the field with strength".Perhaps he didn't expect Joyce to be willing to get involved in his troubles even though he didn't even know his own name. Deadpool suddenly sat up straight, his eyes full of excitement, and he was always ready to be a salted fish hugging the big brother's thigh.

"You're such a good man!" He put his hands together and made a heartfelt gesture to Joyce in front of his face: "Thank you so much, buddy!"

"……You're welcome?"

Looking at him with complicated and confused eyes.Joyce nodded.

Then when Deadpool didn't even expect it, the man stretched out his legs and kicked him off the beam.

"..."

The mercenaries who had been surrounded for a long time rushed forward like sharks smelling blood.Before being smashed into a honeycomb by a row of bullets, Deadpool looked up at the empty beams, and finally realized that Joyce's posture was not preparing to fight for him, but was preparing to fish in troubled waters while he was fighting. .

The routine is very deep, social society.

For the first time in his life, Wade Wilson had the feeling of being choked to the point of being speechless.

"At that time, I decided that I must find this buddy and recruit him into the team. It really suits my appetite."

A long time later, when talking about the scene of their meeting this time, Deadpool so sincerely analyzed to his roommate his mental journey like a dog.And as he said, it was from that day on, whenever Joyce went to take care of his old club, he would always come across a red and black tights on the roof/secret room/underground base, saying to do things, but also He didn't see which task target to focus on, but instead attracted a lot of hydra's attention for him.

Probably because someone needs to take the blame when it is inconvenient for him to be found by his old club. Joyce has always tolerated the extremely high appearance rate of Deadpool by his side, and couldn't help but chop him up—— Considering how mean-spirited Wade is, this is indeed a very great achievement-and they have maintained such a complicated and delicate balance for a long time, until one day, in the newly hunted When Joyce was thinking hard about where his No.11 safe house was, Deadpool thought about it, touched his chest, and handed him a rental contract in New York.

He did not refuse.

Although this contract brought Joyce an extremely fucking roommate, astronomical monthly expenses, the worst neighbors you can imagine in all New York, and a stupid robber downstairs.But it also symbolized the peace he had never had in the first half of his life. If it suddenly disappeared, the former Mr. Assassin was not sure if he would want to take out his big sniper to play in front of some people.

Especially, because the mercenaries with a combined reward of tens of millions can't afford to pay the fucking rent for such a ridiculous reason.

"So, it's just in time for you to come back."

He glanced at the robber accomplice not far away who had already fainted from the two of them.Five minutes after his roommate fell from the sky, Joyce withdrew his hand, folded his arms on his chest, and finally condescended to give him a straight look:

"I'm going out."

"Solve the rent problem?" With the two symmetrical knives on his head, it really looked like a double ponytail from a distance, Deadpool silently looked up at him.

if not?Shrugging his shoulders, Joyce couldn't help but drop the corners of his mouth just thinking of the landlord's screams that rang through the entire apartment not long ago and the threat to his virginity, without any doubt that the woman could really do this.

Then go somewhere to find a Hydra base to vote.

Thinking so seriously, he half-closed his eyes and began to search through the memory carpet, without realizing that he was using his old club as a mobile cash machine.

However, before Joyce remembered a secret base that he had not looted, his thoughts were unexpectedly interrupted.

"Actually, I was just about to tell you about this."

Stretching out his hand to pull out the knife on his head, Deadpool tried hard for a while, but the handle of the knife was only slightly loosened:

"I have news. Stark Industries has a missile launch sequence code chip on the black market for a reward. Tomorrow night, arms dealers in the Middle East will trade it in Newark Port. As long as we get it, [-] million US dollars will be ours. "

"One hundred million dollars, Haney! And as long as we sneak in and steal the chips, it's much easier than robbing Hydra! And after we're done, we'll never have to worry about rent again, and we can even buy a full set of Rainbow Pony! You know I love Rainbow so much!"

"..." Joyce looked at him expressionlessly.

"Uh, well, My Little Pony isn't the point."

He was talking about being happy, but his roommate poured cold water on his head with the eyes of "For [-] million US dollars, you are going to provoke the whole underworld and bring me along with you, are you throwing money?"Deadpool reluctantly swallowed Joyce's naked disgust, and could only reluctantly add: "You can continue to expand your scary arsenal and get some good things, are you not tempted?"

"..."

"What about your mighty vajra arm? Repairing it will cost money!!"

"..."

The former killer silently turned his head to the side and rolled his eyes, perfectly interpreting the word "no way" with his actions.

"My God, you are too difficult."

I had already prepared for Joyce's difficulty, but it was too much.Knowing that if he didn't give a real reason today, this guy would definitely turn around and leave, so Wade had no choice but to use his trump card:

"Let me tell you the truth. Tomorrow night, someone from your old club will be thinking about that chip. They may have some clues about the person you want to find."

"You have to go and see it?"

This sentence is obviously more important than imagined.Joyce turned his head abruptly, his expression froze at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Really?" He looked at the other party suspiciously.

"Really." Deadpool puffed out his chest proudly, "When did I ever lie to you?"

"you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"What is your source of information?"

"The Dimensional Wall is considering whether we can form a CP mother author."

"..."

Joyce glanced at him inexplicably.Wade seems to have such a problem with nonsense from the first day they met, but given that his intelligence has always been relatively reliable, Joyce is willing to believe that Deadpool will not be ignorant about this kind of thing he.

Whoever he was looking for, as long as there was even the slightest possible clue, he had to go and see.

"Arrange an identity for me, and we will go to Port Newark tomorrow night."

Reaching out for his tactical knife.Joyce thought for a while and quickly made a decision.

"The [-] million dollars? My Little Pony?" Deadpool asked persistently.

"I want half, and Pinkie keeps it for me."

"make a deal!"

The author has something to say:

Deadpool: Do you know what the name of this CP will be if we succeed?

Joyce: What's it called?

Deadpool: Cambridge!

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I find that I can only complain and tell bad jokes now.

Why is it like this qwq.