[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

"If Sherlock Holmes can't solve my riddle in an hour, all of you will be like this subway train, 'Bang—' blasted to the sky!"

After the voice announced this with joy, the carriage fell into silence at first, and then the pot exploded.The dizzy passengers accepted the explosive news abruptly, with shock and panic on everyone's face.Some people were so frightened that their legs went limp and sat on the ground, some started to cry, and a few grumpy cursed at the roof of the car, while trying to pry the locked car door, warning that psychopath to release himself quickly. go out.

"I said, your lives are in the hands of one person."

Seemingly very satisfied with the chaos he had caused, the man paused, and continued with arrogance and joy: "Remind me, I have loaded a bomb in this compartment. If the door is forcibly broken, or Mr. Holmes If you don’t come here within the stipulated time, it will explode immediately.”

The threat implied in this sentence is too obvious, no matter whether it is true or not, no one will take his own life to try.Those strong men who were opening the car doors immediately retracted their hands as if they were electrocuted. They looked at the closed car door in front of them in horror, and no one dared to move it.

The atmosphere in the carriage was more like a cemetery now.

Seemingly satisfied with the effect he created, the owner of the voice had a panoramic view of the entire carriage on the surveillance camera. He was about to raise the corners of his mouth when he suddenly noticed that there were two guys outside the chaotic crowd who didn't seem quite like the overall painting style. Same.

"What the hell, I thought there would be something more exciting."

Maintaining the posture of gnawing mud on the ground and opening his mouth lazily, Deadpool looked at the arms that he had just hugged and loosened his roommate's thighs. After thinking about it, he still felt that it was a pity, and then secretly stretched out his hands to hug them back again. But before he even touched a leg hair, Joyce stepped on his face with a precise foot.

"Put your hand back where it belongs," said grimly.The ex-killer glanced at the broadcast system above his head, his eyes were a little puzzled, and he was sure that he had indeed heard a familiar name just now: "Sherlock Holmes?"

"Just you wild man."

Being rubbed in pain and joy on the ground, Deadpool's voice sounded a little distorted, and at the same time he reached out and pointed his middle finger at the top of his head: "Mad, you messed up our hard-won date with Hani, I turn around Be sure to put you [beep--] first, then [beep--] and then [beep-beep-]!!"

"..."

Probably shocked by the fact that he could fit so many restricted words in one sentence, both the mastermind behind the scenes and the other passengers in the carriage were dumbfounded and fell silent for a moment.And in this enigmatic silence, only Joyce's face remained normal, seemingly unaffected at all, just continuing with his own thoughts, not knowing whether to feel lucky or sad about his luck.

And just when he was struggling, Deadpool, who finally seized the opportunity to diss his potential opponent, continued to open his mouth again, and made further words astonishing.

"Seriously, Hani, how many times have I told you that this kind of trouble-making man is really unacceptable." He said this earnestly, as if a housewife was educating her newly blooming daughter: "You are always alive. It's hard enough, you don't need anyone to burden you. You should set your sights higher, there are obviously more suitable people for you in this world!"

"……for example?"

"For example me!" Wade replied very confidently.I just don't think he is clearly included in the 'man who can't have' he said.

"..." Joyce didn't bother to talk to him at all.

And Joyce ignored it, some people cared about what he said.After silently listening to their leisurely conversation with the whole car, the culprit who caused all this finally lost his composure, and his tone was indescribably complicated and puzzled, as if he was being strangled by someone.

"What are you talking about? Who's still Sherlock Holmes' wild man?"

His voice couldn't tell whether it was excitement or anger: "Isn't that doctor with him on London Bridge?!"

"That's probably because I stepped on several boats... Aww!!"

Before Deadpool finished answering, he stomped him into the floor. Joyce crushed him twice, and didn't know for a moment whether he should feel sorry for himself who had been dragged by him all the time, or the one who had not met him before. Became a scumbag detective.

Once again, he was determined to break Wade's dog legs when he went back. The former killer sighed vicissitudes of life, and at the same time felt that no matter who was behind the trouble, being able to be curious about this kind of gossip with Deadpool is probably not far from being killed. That's too far.

It's even more bald than Hydra.

Rolling his eyes condescendingly at the top of his head, he thought.Immediately, he retracted his legs from Deadpool's face in a nonchalant manner, and kicked his ass instead, signaling him to get up and work quickly.

"I'm coming."

Originally, I wanted to throw a splash and roll to get my roommate's attention, but after thinking about it, it is more likely that I will be directly smashed to death by the metal arm.Deadpool got up from the ground in a jiffy, jumped on the spot full of energy, and grabbed the long knife and scabbard that he had somehow brought up behind his back:

"Brother doesn't like to wait for someone else to save his life. Come on, Honey, where do we start?"

Joyce made a casual gesture to him.

Basically, although it seems that they often make their roommates vomit blood and ascend to heaven, as mercenaries, Deadpool and Joyce are still very good partners.And having faced worse situations than this countless times, it is naturally impossible for them to be helpless with this little trouble that is not even considered a threat.Therefore, the two just looked at each other, and quickly understood each other's plan. They quickly spread out to both ends of the carriage in a tacit understanding, jumping up and down, beating in various unexpected places, looking like they wanted to shake the entire carriage. Flipping the tempo, the culprit who isn't at all afraid to hold the remote sits behind a monitor and watches them perform.

"...You are so blatant, aren't you afraid that I will let you die here first?"

Feeling that the dignity of his London crime boss was being despised, the voice paused, trying to get the attention of the two of them amidst the clanging noise.

"You can come and try."

The seat was overturned with a tear, as easy as tearing a piece of paper.Without raising his head, Joyce calmly and inhumanly despised the opponent: "At your level, I can hit ten by myself."

"I can detonate it immediately..."

"Detonate the bomb immediately, eh?"

With his head only a few centimeters away from the PA speaker, Deadpool answered the sentence while riding on the railing, shaking his head, then sympathetically stretched out a finger and shook: "You still can't do this, buddy. I'm you, no matter what Can't be killed by bombing, and the other-"

He pointed at the sneering Joyce: "This brother has a great personality. He only lost one arm after rolling around in three tons of T.NT. Toss him out later, and your next life will not be born." Thinking about voting."

That voice: "..."

It was the first time he was threatened with a big gift bag prepared for the great detective, and the man was stunned for a long time without saying a word.He stared at the two people behind the screen for a long time, his eyes changed a few times, and finally fixed on a dark cloud like cold.

So what if they were telling the truth?

Without my permission today, no one in this carriage can get out alive!

"You can put in a little more effort and struggle for a while longer." Thinking of this, his tone returned to the cheerfulness of a chant, and he said with a sneer:

"When you realize you can't find where the bomb is—"

"Haney, come and see if this is it!"

"..." Watching Deadpool kick open the floor, pointing at the beeping explosive device inside and beckoning desperately as if hit by 500 million, the man was stunned for a moment, feeling as if he had been slapped in the face in a trance feel.

But...but so what if you find it!

"It's impossible for you to dismantle it. Only I can stop the countdown." He said so, with a hideous expression on his face for a moment.

yes.

She curled her lips and didn't express any opinion on this.Joyce let go of the armrest that he had broken into several sections, leaned over to look at the timed bomb, observed it for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand, and lifted it off the base with three strokes. .

"..."

An unspeakable silence spread throughout the carriage.In this enigmatic and embarrassing blank space, everyone stared helplessly at the bomb suddenly running naked in the hand of the former killer Qi, looking weak, pitiful and helpless, and couldn't help but hug the infinitely silent voice above their heads. With genuine sympathy.

After a few seconds, I don't know who couldn't hold it back first, and burst out laughing.Deadpool glanced back, and gave the crown of his head the triumphant middle finger, prompting more laughter.

"Next time you want to play games with others, just have fun, don't play so many tricks, and mess up my brother's rare date."

He quickly changed his middle finger into an even more unspeakable gesture: "My Hani is a professional at this game. He punched S.H.I.E.L.D. Dare to expose the Bomb Maniac?"

"..."

Obviously choked.Through the monitor, the man stared at Joyce and the timing device in his hand with a gloomy expression, not even caring about Sherlock and Watson who had deduced all the puzzles and were running towards this side.After a while, I finally regained my voice: "Who are you?"

The underground forces in London are all in his eyes and ears, and he has never heard of such a person.There is not even an entry record, as if it appeared here out of thin air.

"Isn't it polite for a gentleman to state his name before asking someone else's name?"

Hearing his question, Deadpool was about to speak, but was stopped by his roommate who had been staring at the bomb for a while.Joyce's eyes were hard to distinguish, and he looked up at the direction of the car monitor, his voice was also gloomy like a dark cloud over the city.

This is true.

He has already regarded the other party as a big boss who also comes from a certain criminal force.The man was quiet for a while, seemed to be thinking, and finally confided a name honestly: "Moriarty."

"Thank you."

Nod your head and express your sincere thanks to the other party.Joyce said so, and before he finished speaking, he raised the gun that he didn't know when he was in the palm of his hand, and smashed the monitoring and broadcasting system of the entire car to pieces.

Professor Mo, who is still waiting for his name to be declared: "..."

Wait, why didn't you follow the agreed script? !

How is it fat four to run away on his own after taking the name? ? ?

"You seem to really hate him." Deadpool remained motionless amidst the crashing debris above his head, mourning for Moriarty who was bounced by his roommate for a few seconds, and then said with emotion.

"It's not just him I hate."

Joyce shook his head, then raised the corners of his mouth coldly, turned the bomb in his hand over, and handed it to Deadpool.

Wade looked up curiously.

On the shell that had been violently demolished by Joyce, there was a pattern that they were all familiar with, a circle, a black skull, and curled snake feet underneath.It's really hard to notice if you don't pay attention.

That's the symbol of the Hydra.