[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

After night falls, all the darkness that dormant during the day wakes up.Joyce and Deadpool checked out of the room, and took advantage of the night to sneak to the address that Sherlock kindly provided.

In view of Hydra's always weird and unique taste, Joyce looked at the seemingly high-end bank in front of him without any surprise, and didn't want to make any comments on the aesthetics of his old club that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.On the other hand, Deadpool walked around the stone pillar at the door a few times with great interest, looked at the closed door, which was useless in their eyes, and rubbed his hands eagerly.

"Can we rob a bank by the way?" He discussed with his roommate very seriously: "Anyway, it's all octopus inventory, so if you don't take it for nothing, you won't take it."

"Do you want all the police in London to arrest us?" Joyce also answered seriously, thinking about this possibility, and then extinguished his fantasy without hesitation: "Although Hydra It was opened to launder money, but there are also deposits from legitimate sources.” After all, those who rob the claws are normal income, and those who rob others are really gangsters.

After thinking about it, I found out that although they are not good things, there is a basic bottom line.Deadpool regretfully gave up his dream of making a fortune, led by Joyce to the back of the bank's main building, and stopped in front of a hidden staff passage.

In fact, although Doctor Strange told Joyce that all the key clues he needed were in Sherlock's hands, he basically treated him as nonsense and didn't give much hope.However, after Sherlock really took out the string of seemingly inexplicable numbers, Joyce discovered that the big detective was indeed beyond his expectations.Although it looks like a bunch of garbled codes at first glance, after cracking it, it will turn out to be a certain stronghold of Hydra in London, which is still closely related to Project Z. This has to make Joyce re-examine Sherlock's ability.

Seems more useful than Wade.

Glancing badly at the roommate beside him who was still muttering about the gold bars in the vault, Joyce really felt so sincerely.

The dark night is inherently mysterious, providing a natural camouflage for all activities that cannot be seen.Let Deadpool be alert to the movement around him, Joyce took out his black technology from his pocket, scanned the sensor door, and quickly bypassed the identification system, modified the authority to open the door, and figured out what needs to be done by the way. What are the passwords entered.

However, after he entered the correct number on the combination lock, he didn't hear the beep that symbolized success for a long time.

"How?"

I'm used to my roommate's omnipotence, but this time Deadpool felt that it was quite fresh to miss.Although he couldn't help much, he persisted and squeezed to Joyce's side, staring at the shameless combination lock eager to try: "Why don't you smash it directly?"

"..."

Joyce ignored him.At this moment, he was frowning and looking over and over again at the equipment in his hand, making sure that he hadn't missed or done any wrong step, but if this happened, it would be more interesting.

perhaps……

As if thinking of something, the ex-killer's breathing suddenly stagnated.He lowered his face, slowly gripped the doorknob, and then paused for a few seconds, then pulled it out violently. Without any effort at all, the originally solid iron door was pulled open with a gap.

"Squeak-"

The sound of the door shaft turning was clearly audible in the silence of no one.Joyce and Deadpool frowned at the same time, looked at each other, and felt the same vigilance and dignity in each other.

"What's going on here? Hey Claw forgot to close the door?" Deadpool leaned on the crack of the door and glanced inside. Deadpool tried to squint his eyes, but only saw the darkness.

"No, someone is one step ahead of us."

Answer in a low voice.Joyce pulled Deadpool away from the door, took out a gun in his hand, and motioned for him to follow behind him.Then he took a deep breath and slammed the door open completely——

Darkness, mixed with a strong smell of blood rushed to the face.

In just a few minutes of discovering something strange, Joyce imagined many scenes behind the door, but absolutely not including seeing this kind of massacre scene.From where they stood at the door to the vertical elevator that was originally hidden behind the wall but is now exposed, there are several corpses lying here and there in just one not-so-wide corridor.The HYDRA logo was embroidered on the clothes, obviously Hipaw agents stationed here.

He froze for a few seconds, then walked in.Joyce squatted down and checked the wounds of these people. Almost all of them were hit between the eyebrows by bullets. The blow was fatal. Some of them didn't even pull out the guns from their waists. They just went to see God.

and.

"It was done by one person."

Picking up the bullet casings on the ground and touching them, Joyce said so. The 5.56mm NATO bullet belongs to the same Colt M733, his favorite model ever.Not to mention the evidence left behind, even if he only looked at the wounds and ballistics on these people, it was impossible for him to admit his mistake.

"Alone? Then this buddy is a bit powerful."

Looking around in this circle where there is no living person, Deadpool said this sincerely.To be able to break into this place alone and shoot a child under the firepower several times his own.To be honest, he has only seen Joyce who is so ferocious. With the addition of the Winter Soldier who has trained in the same style as him, no one else has, and it is impossible, to have such ability.

And when the two inspected the first floor and took the elevator to explore the secret stronghold tens of meters below, they were surprised to find that the horrific scene on the upper floor was actually just a greeting ceremony.

Hydra's secret stronghold is set up next to the bank vault, and it's not too far from the various entrances and exits to the central database room, at best it's a bit devious.But now, in almost every corridor, you can see Hipaw agents rushing to the street, just like a mass grave in the middle ages, no matter where you look, you can see corpses and blood, so miserable that even Joyce I couldn't help but silently lighted a root wax for my old club.

"Mom, which enemy did you provoke?"

Obviously also surprised by the rather spectacular sight in front of him, Deadpool wandered around and made sure that no one was left alive, and couldn't help rubbing his cold arms: "Is this really something that one person can do?" ?!"

"Go and see and you'll know."

Looking up to the direction where the bloodstains extend, he followed the denser and denser Hipaw agents to the innermost operating room.Joyce clenched his gun tightly and walked slowly forward. The strong smell of blood permeated the entire almost enclosed space, irritating people's already tense nerves.Wade followed behind him, constantly jumping over the obstructing paw, but accidentally picked the wrong landing point, and stepped on the arm of some unlucky guy. If Joyce hadn't been quick to pull him, He was about to jump down and have a close contact with the grisly corpse.

Very risky.

Hanging on his roommate with lingering fear, Wade patted his chest, reluctant to leave.Joyce rolled his eyes towards the ceiling with an expression of "I knew it so", dragged him for a few meters from the corridor to the door of the operating room, and then suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"What?" He wanted to continue to enjoy the VIP treatment delivered by his roommate, but found that Joyce hadn't left.Deadpool glanced at him in confusion, and was about to continue to say something, but was pulled off his body by the back collar of the other party, huddled into a ball, and made a posture ready to throw.

"It's all on you."

With a dignified face and serious eyes, he stared at the open door in front of him, and said so.Then, before Deadpool could react, he swung his arm and slammed the person towards the iron door in front of him.

Deadpool:"……"

How fat four? !Hani, why are you so unfeeling! ! !

Is my little pony really warm in this cold world? ! !

Joyce used a lot of strength, and Wade also flew very fast.But in the blink of an eye, he knocked open the door of the operating room with a bang, and the momentum continued unabated. He rolled on the ground several times, and flung himself into a pile of stuff next to him with his face on the ground. In the children's toys.

But when he landed, he didn't get up in a hurry. Instead, he put his head in his hands, closed his eyes and murmured inwardly.

next second.

"Bang bang bang-"

A gust of gunshots suddenly came from the dark room, and poured towards the door with a terrible roar.Having been prepared for a long time, Joyce, who was still in the corridor, immediately stretched out his metal arm to block this wave of raids, then stretched out his foot, and picked the AK from the nearest Hipaw agent's hand into his hand. Without looking, he pulled the trigger directly in the direction of the gunshots.

Apparently he didn't expect him to be able to strike back with such precision. The man in the dark was stunned, then kicked over the experimental platform next to him, and stuffed himself behind as a cover.At the same time, the magazine was changed at a dizzying speed, and once again made a comeback.However, in just a few seconds of neutral time, Joyce had already seized the opportunity and rushed in directly.First, a wave of firepower crushed the opponent so much that he couldn't lift his head, then he took out his tactical knife and slashed at the deadly part of his neck like a bolt of lightning.

However, before the blade really touched the flesh and blood, the former killer felt that the hand holding the knife was tightly grasped by an irresistible force.

"Hmph, a fish that slipped through the net?"

Holding Joyce's blade, the man seemed to sneer, his voice seemed to be blocked by something, and it sounded a bit familiar.But before Joyce could realize where he had heard this voice before, the other party kicked him on the shin, directly forcing him to raise his leg to block the kick that was likely to cause him a comminuted fracture. , and at the same time reluctantly followed the strength of the opponent and leaned to one side, so as not to be snatched from the weapon in his hand.

this person……

In just a few seconds, several ultimate moves have been passed.But the more he fought, the more shocked Joyce found that his opponent was not weaker than himself, like a mountain standing in front of him, no matter which direction he attacked from, he was firmly stopped.He even pressed on every step of the way, like a mirror reflecting his own reflection, in which all intentions and weaknesses could not be hidden, and soon pushed Joyce to the edge of being stretched.

This is something no one has ever been able to do before.

"Stop struggling."

Blocking the former assassin's slash in the face again, the man's tone became more and more impatient.Hearing this familiar voice again, Joyce was stunned for a moment, as if he had finally realized something. While being grabbed by the arm and fell to the ground, he shouted at the blind dead man on the other side. The waiter yelled, "Turn on the lights, Wade!!"

And when he heard him speak like this, the man suddenly stopped and didn't move.

'Snapped. '

The incandescent lamp above his head suddenly turned on a dazzling light, making the three people in the room squint their eyes.And when the lights illuminated the entire operating room and reflected each other's reflections in each other's eyes at the same time, Joyce and the man who was pressing himself hard on him and wearing goggles and a mask on his face couldn't help but widen their eyes. Cover your shock.

"Why are you?" They asked in unison.