[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

"Haney?"

Just after Joyce swept the outlines of the two human figures on the floor to the same extent, the Deadpool next door finally ended his hand-to-hand encounter with a group of bewildered soldiers, and rushed in excitedly with blood all over him, but as soon as he entered the door He was choked by the dust and coughed again and again: "How about it, you also met an octopus!"

"I don't." Joyce hid the freshly wiped knife in his sleeve, blushing without panting, and began to talk nonsense: "This room is clean."

"……how is this possible?"

Probably because the other party's expression was too sincere and unaffected, Deadpool didn't see anything wrong, and was taken aback by his roommate:

"I just heard movement from your side!"

"That's me kicking the table myself. I feel like I'm missing something without Hydra waiting here, it's much better to move around."

Raising his chin and nodding towards the small round table that had been used to block the cabinet door, Joyce spoke in his most serious tone.It's really hard to tell if I can't think of other excuses to prevaricate the other party, or I just want to mock the roommate connotatively: "Actually, we should change places."

Deadpool:"……"

Are you trying to piss me off?

I was choked for a long time and couldn't speak.Deadpool pushed the ex-killer away unwillingly, and looked around the room himself. He found nothing but the overturned tables, chairs and benches—how could a chicken thief like Joyce leave any traces related to the fight?Even the two fresh blood stains on the floor were wiped away by what he could wipe, and the floor that could not be wiped was buckled down together, and he also pretended that it should have been in disrepair for a long time.

If Hydra knew that the skills they were supposed to teach Zero were used by Joyce to fool his roommates, just to firmly hold the title of God of Misfortune to each other, they would probably all be pissed off together.Even those who are not dead will get sick from anger.

This loser's thing.

It is no different from building a wall with gold bricks.

Unsurprisingly, he was deceived by this kind of master-level camouflage, Deadpool finally gave up the struggle, and followed Joyce out step by step, acknowledging the pot, and will never know the truth At that time, it was only a closet away from him.

The two continued to explore slowly in the mansion.

In fact, it is not a surprise that there will be Hydra agents in the foothold they picked out, and it is not unlucky for the two of them, because almost every room they patronize actually hides a large number of them. Wait hi paw.At least one person, as many as five, no more, and it didn't look like they knew Zero was coming so they ambush him in various places, but more like...fishing.

Yes, it is the fish that fishes.

If Deadpool had come earlier, rushed through the door before Joyce could destroy his body, or had turned his head fast enough to realize that since every room seems to have a hidden paw, why should there be no roommate? Later, because he lost the bet, he was ridiculed by Joyce in the name of the god of mildew.But he didn't.Now he just wants to figure out what the hell Hydra is doing with his roommates, why he still has poker, snacks, and even afternoon tea on him, and he is here to gather people in this spooky broken house Is it a picnic? !

When did Hydra get so full of joy?

Also puzzled by this question, Joyce's head was full of question marks, and he decided to torture someone on the spot to see who was so lucky.

Finally, after ten seconds had passed, the honor found someone who could carry it.Under repeated questioning by Deadpool and Joyce, he was so frightened that he almost cried. This lucky little brother Hipaw said everything he should say, and he didn't say anything that he shouldn't say. He successfully made them understand the British nine What kind of magical existence is the head snake.

First of all, they came here from the stronghold for no other purpose than to watch how their partners and the big detective fall in love with each other and kill each other, and to make a scene for each other.And since Professor Mo has his own younger brothers, generally speaking, they don't need them to do anything at all, so it's always okay to bring some melon seeds, snacks, beer and drinks, and sit in the front row.

"Then your logistics look good. No wonder the entrance to the secret passage is built in the kitchen."

Taking a piece of confiscated beef jerky in his mouth, he said vaguely, Deadpool sat on the handrail of the stairs with his legs crossed like a grandfather, and motioned for the other party to continue:

"Then what are you doing scattered in these rooms? Are you keeping watch for that bomber?"

No.

The high paw lowered its head in shame, an enigmatic blush on its face.

This is their second point of magic.Now that they have even brought snacks, and maintaining a professional and chilling atmosphere with biscuit crumbs at the corner of their mouths, doesn't it make these people look like idiots?So their team leader simply made a decision, don't let a group of strong men crowd in one place to admire each other, it is easy to cause psychological shadows, we want to be exquisite high-claw men.You are divided into groups of one, two, three, four, five people, freely combined according to age, hobbies and CP tastes, each group has a room to have some fun by yourself, and I will ask you to come down if there is something to do.

He didn't worry about what to do if he was broken one by one.

Joyce: "..."

So what's going on?Is it really that this place in the UK is so amazing that it can raise such innocent and cute paws?

Moreover, the ex-Assassin classmate really wanted to ask, one of you can think about life, two of you can engage in sex, three of you fight landlords, four of you play mahjong, what are the five of you going to do?Do you want to form a Brother Guitian group to debut on the spot?

Deadpool:"……"

Honey, you know too much that you shouldn't know.

So, it's hard to tell who ruined who's three views. The torture ends here.Now that they have spread their combat power very sincerely and are waiting for them to be lucky one by one, the two professional leaders will naturally not disappoint each other's kindness.It's just that they had a little disagreement on how to act. Deadpool wanted them to quickly finish the hydra in the house together, and then go to the lobby to visit the perverted motherfucker.But Joyce disagreed with life and death, and insisted that Deadpool take their captives alone to deal with this matter, and he went directly to the lobby to act as a surprise soldier for Sherlock and Watson.

And the reason he gave was that the brain circuits of this group of Hydras are too eye-catching, and sending them to heaven would harm his character and lower his IQ, only a fool would do this.Not only did he disagree, but Zero, who shared the same body with him, would not agree either.

Brother Hipaw who was dismissed by innocent people: "...QAQ."

"Okay, then I'll go and see how stupid they can be."

I think his roommate's excuse is very reasonable. Deadpool quickly nodded happily, picked up his pile of trophies and paws, and left. Going to join their picnic in high spirits soon.

Very satisfied with this state.After waving goodbye to Wade friendly, Joyce also turned around and went to rescue the high-intelligence curly-haired detective and his roommate.And in this peaceful atmosphere, only the paw in the hand was full of question marks, looked at Deadpool who had been fascinated by the possible food reserves, and suddenly wanted to grab his clothes. Let him wake up.

Zero said that only a stupid × would go to clear the hydra here, and you went happily, don't you think there is anything wrong with it? ! !

……

In short, no matter what, everyone in this ghost house has their own place, and they happily rushed to the end together.As for some people who still don't know anything about what happened, Joyce felt that with such a magical partner as the British Hydra and a wise and powerful opponent like him, it would be a pity for him not to swell his face script.

So, he walked slowly to the hall, and looked inside slowly.After being dazzled by the red dots all over Sherlock and Watson's body, Joyce decided to find a place with a wide view to observe first.

And the place he chose was the skylight on the ceiling of the hall where sunlight came in directly.

While London's crime lord works with Hydra for some reason, he clearly has reservations about these quirky paws.And when playing games with Sherlock, people like Moriarty don't want to go through the hands of others, so the people ambush on the second floor of the hall are basically his own people.Just like the last time we had a passionate meeting at the swimming pool, he spread the aiming laser all over his body as he talked, which did look a little scary.

But the problem is that they definitely don't know that when they are praying for cicadas, there is a more professional killer outsider who is watching them.He also expressed shock at the calmness of Sherlock and Watson who were not nervous at all, and even their breathing did not change.

"I didn't realize you and your doctor were so daring."

Putting his hands in his pockets, Moriarty looked suspiciously at the big detective who was so bored that he was about to fall asleep. He always felt that something was wrong, but he still couldn't tell: "This is all our people, Is there any way you can escape?"

Are they all yours?

What if it is not now?

"I do not know what to do."

Sherlock replied decisively, and his tone had never been more sincere.After all, the solution is not what he thought of, he really didn't have it, so far he has just called the person who made the trouble with a text message, and he really doesn't know what will happen.

Watson who knew everything beside him gave him a complicated look and almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

"is it?"

Of course, he didn't believe a word of it, and only thought that Sherlock was cheating on him.Professor Mo cast a dark look at the impeccable integrity on the detective's face, took a soft nail from him, and then turned his gaze to the former military doctor who hadn't had time to put his smile back.

"And what about dear John? It looks like you've got some astonishing tricks you'd like to show me."

No, I'm not, I don't... wait, it seems I do.

Just about to deny Sanlian, but his conscience stopped the car, and Watson almost lost his breath.And accurately interpreting his thoughts from his expression, Moriarty smiled with satisfaction, whistled, and gestured for his own people: "Then I will give you five seconds." gone."

The crisp sound of loading resounded in the hall, and the killer lurking in the dark held his breath, waiting for an order before pulling the trigger.

"Five, four, three..."

What the hell, I provoked you and you want to treat me like this? !

Dr. Watson, who was directly stunned by Professor Mo's hand, felt that he had done nothing, and was about to be targeted in this way after only a few laughs.But he was not ambiguous. Seeing that Moriarty really planned to shoot him for fun, he took a deep breath and yelled at the top of his throat according to Joyce's explanation before he left, without any doubt that the other party could do it. I can't hear it, and can I come here in time:

"I'm dying! Save everyone!!!"

"..."

The room was silent.

Obviously bewildered by the howling, Moriarty forgot to count down, and stared at the doctor who was still shouting with question marks all over his head.And always felt a kind of subtle embarrassment, Sherlock silently turned his head to the side, pretending that he didn't know anything, but watched the surroundings vigilantly, quickly thinking about where Joyce and the others were most likely to come in from.

next second.

'Clatter——'

As if being shattered by the sound waves of Watson's earth-shattering weeping ghosts and gods, the skylight above their heads, inlaid with colorful glass, suddenly shattered from the outside to the inside, and fragments of all sizes scattered, revealing the night sky studded with stars.And as the glass slag fell into the empty hall, Joyce held the gun in both hands, and pulled the trigger repeatedly following the falling trajectory, shooting one child at a time.Almost in the blink of an eye, all the killers lurking in the hall were sent to meet God.

"You're howling like you're dying, Doctor."

It landed firmly on the ground, and smoothly solved the last caught fish in the corner.Joyce stood between the Baker Street duo and Professor Mo, looked back at Watson, and didn't want to recall how he was so shocked that he slipped on it, so he didn't step on the broken glass and fall down immediately fact.

"……Thank you for the compliment."

Dr. Watson, who was really dying at the time, doesn't want to talk now.

Professor Mo, who was still in shock, said, "..."

Matt, why are you again? !