[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

"Even if the result is to be buried with me, today I will make you disappear from this world in pain."

Four's words sounded crazy and twisted, but Joyce knew he meant it.As early as when he was in Hydra, he woke up from No. [-]'s ability with shattered memories and unforgettable pain. Seeing that the other party was also sealed up in embarrassment and misery, he might have a vague premonition that once the other party When he wakes up again, the self who created all these things and made him overdraw his life on the verge of genetic collapse will definitely be stared at by this terrible poisonous snake until he dies.

Four had already been like this to him.And as a product of 'Project Z', no one in the experimental subject would hate the near-perfect Zero, and those who don't distort their spirits are no exception, Joyce is very clear.

"I've been thinking for a long time, why are you the only test subject of Project Z, but you are the only one who won't be troubled by the genetic collapse that may kill us at any time?"

The heavy right arm was out of control because of the numb muscles, and it fell to the ground limply.Joyce lowered his head and saw the other party approaching unhurriedly. His almost sighing tone was telling the unwilling resentment of all the participants of Project Z. For a moment, he actually heard the wailing and crying from hell. echo.

"Why, did they choose you?" Number Four reached out and gently stroked Joyce's side face.The skin hidden in the sleeves was faintly dark and dark purple, as if a poisonous poison was flowing in the blood vessels: "Why? You can't die with us...or, live with us?"

"—Or, in Zero's heart, we failed products have already died long ago. We have long been ineligible to let him see even one more time? And we are not worthy of being saved by him at all?!"

"What did you think Zero could do at that time?" Finally unable to listen to his slander of the protagonist's personality, Joyce suddenly opened his eyes.At this time, it doesn't matter whether you will be mentally controlled by the other party, but you just look straight at No. [-]'s resentful and loathing eyes, and your eyes are also angry: "Don't use what he can't do as an excuse for your selfishness, he has nothing for you. Obligations and responsibilities. He chose to leave Hydra, and you chose to continue to work for Hydra, so he lived better than all of you, this is the reality."

"yes."

Not shaken by Joyce's counterattack, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more ferocious.No. [-] squatted down so that his eyes were at the same level as his, and he did not hide the weird interest and excitement in it, as if he was waiting for him to say this sentence: "You said that Zero lived a better life than each of us, so ...what about you as 'Joyce'?"

"What do you mean?" Joyce sneered: "We are one person, I am him, and he is me. Do you still want to make a clear distinction here?"

He was choked up by such a sentence, but his expression didn't seem to care, which didn't fit his neurotic personality at all.Number four twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at Joyce, and looked more pitiful: "No, no, it's not me who wants to distinguish clearly."

He is the person in the world who knows them best besides Joyce and Zero.Although the process is not voluntary by anyone, it is also because of this that Number Four will always know the secrets they have worked so hard to hide, and also know how to use the simplest words to poke Joyce's deadliest weakness.

"You have to understand that what I took away from your mind back then was only what 'Joyce' remembered."

Fingers swayed his cheeks, injecting more poison into the opponent's body.Seeing Joyce's paler face, No. [-] slowly leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Zero remembers it clearly... But have you ever thought about it, why didn't he tell you, What have you forgotten?"

You have no secrets from yourself.But Zero didn't tell you, does he really think he's one with you?

"..."

The surrounding air seemed to suddenly quiet down, and the flow of time slowed down almost to a standstill.Beside them, the edge of the house tens of meters above the ground was illuminated inch by inch by flashing neon lights, like the lights in the center of the stage.On the other side of the building, the movement of Deadpool and Winter Soldier came along the evening wind. Even though Wade wanted to help, he was powerless against Bucky who was determined to let him stay.But Joyce didn't care much about that.Although No. [-] is indeed difficult to deal with, and his abilities are tricky enough, he has encountered too unexpected enemies in his life, and now he does not need to rely on others for help because he is far from being cornered.

But now, Number Four's light-sounding words shocked him more than anything before.

The reason, probably, was the numbness of his body, which made him start to become vulnerable.

"What do you want to say?"

Dodging the opponent's fingers in extreme disgust, Joyce's expression changed from doubt and shock to a usual indifference, and even his murderous intent towards No. [-] calmed down.He even wants to laugh a little now, laughing at his innocence on the fourth mouth, but in fact, he himself is more naive than him.Judging others based on one's own experience is out of fashion these days, and although Joyce thought for a moment that he was indeed smarter than the rest of Hydra's idiots, it now appears that he is not the same type of blind man. Arrogant, simply retarded to nothing new.

"Did you forget that even if I was born from Zero, I'm still a killer anyway." He shook his head, and undisguised pity began to appear in his eyes: "Your methods are useless to me, number four. "

It's not that complicated between 'Joyce' and Zero, but it's by no means simple either.What he means to Zero, and what Zero means to him, Joyce knows very well no matter what.And it was precisely because everything was clearly arranged that he never had any surprises about their past and even their future.

"Whether it's useful or not, you'll know when you think about it." But I didn't understand this, I just felt that Joyce was being stubborn.Number Four grabbed his collar, wishing to tear off the disgusting calmness on his face: "I'll remind you...Joyce, you forced me."

As he spoke, his eyes and the whites of his eyes began to turn a strange grayish white.At the same time, Joyce also felt that his mind seemed to be being pulled by something, and his headache almost split open.But somewhere in his consciousness, he was unconsciously attracted by the vortex, as if cheering and jumping for a part that had been lost for a long time to finally return.

Number Four's mouth curled into a crazy and twisted sneer.

However, at this moment.

Joyce, who had been motionless for a while, seemed to have been completely paralyzed by the toxin, suddenly made an attack, and grabbed the opponent's hand that was holding his collar with his backhand.And the heavy mechanical arm hanging on the ground was raised again, firmly locking the left shoulder of No. [-], and in just a split second, it turned back and held the opponent firmly in place.

"……what?!"

Unexpectedly, under such a violent toxin erosion, Joyce still had the strength to act, and Number Four's eyes widened in shock.However, when he took a closer look, he found that the muscles on the opponent's arms and neck were trembling at a frequency visible to the naked eye. He was obviously enduring great pain, and even his forehead was unknowingly crawled with blue veins. It's the battle of trapped beasts.

"Why do you do this?" Number Four said coldly: "Even if you use all your strength now, you can only do this, so what can you do to me?"

Even if they didn't move like this, within ten seconds, Joyce would definitely exhaust all his energy.At that time, what awaits him is nothing but death.The only difference is that the dying struggle will make him recognize the reality more clearly.

"...Do you really think so?" It was true that all the energy he had accumulated was spent, and because of the impact of number four's mental ability, he felt that there were memory gaps and double images in front of him.Joyce forced a smile, and kept pressing No. [-]'s hand hard, almost making the other's bones creak: "Would you like to see what is next to us?"

"..."

Number four was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look.Since they were already close to the edge of the roof when they first pinched each other, and now they are only a few steps away, they can almost feel the wind blowing back from the ground tens of meters away from their feet. Under the night sky, it is unbearable. I couldn't help feeling cold all over.

"Are you crazy?" He widened his eyes in disbelief: "Do you want to die with me?!!"

"It's strange, didn't you say you were the one who died together at the beginning?" Following his tone, Joyce raised the corners of his mouth: "Why, now that I am willing, you plan to go back on your word?"

"..."

Judging from No. [-]'s expression, he was indeed taken aback by his all-or-nothing bet.I don't know if it's because of the backtracking of memory, but Joyce seems to be able to see more from the other party.The torment that still remains fresh in his memory, in the dim Hydra base, the self who was deprived of all consciousness by the severe pain has never appeared so clearly in front of his eyes, and going back further, those For the first time, his once stolen past is no longer an unreachable fault line.

"I also want to thank you." Joyce laughed suddenly: "Give me back what belongs to me."

Also, he doesn't necessarily die.But number four is going to disappear from this world today.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes directly to cut off the possibility of No. [-] trying to control himself again.Joyce imagined the terrified and desperate face of the other party, and the arc of the corner of his mouth became more and more upward.Immediately, he grabbed him without hesitation, and fell towards the colorful edge of the building illuminated by neon lights.

"Fuck, what are you doing, Hani...!!!"

Deadpool's almost inflected voice arrives with the weightlessness of the fall.Listening to the whistling wind in his ears, Joyce let go of number four, and stretched out his hand above his head with the last of his strength. Even though the muscles paralyzed by the toxin could no longer allow him to grasp any buffer zone, he still understood and firmly believed that , someone will hold his hand firmly on the edge of despair.

Just like he used to do.

A few seconds passed so short, and it seemed that a lifetime passed so long.

The sound of the wind falling in my ears suddenly stopped at a certain moment, and the feeling of weightlessness disappeared without a trace.At the same time, Joyce only felt that there was an equally cold and hard hand firmly grasping his wrist, like a bondage, and also like an oath, returning to him again through time and years.

How could I fail to recognize him?

Thinking of this, Joyce raised his head and looked at the person who held him at the critical moment. Not surprisingly, he saw the familiar goggles and mask that covered most of his face.

And the man was holding his right hand, and like Joyce's right hand, there was a layer of cold light unique to metal floating under the night sky.

"Haney Hani, are you alright?!!!"

With Four's death, the psychic abilities controlling the Winter Soldier collapsed.Seeing that Bucky stopped swinging the knife at his face, stood still and shook his head, Deadpool, who felt that the crisis had been resolved and was almost scared to death by his roommate, hurriedly ran towards Joyce, but for some reason , Silently stopped halfway.

"You came too slowly." She was pulled up without a word by the mysterious man who had been saving her since she was on the cruise ship.Joyce stood still on the roof with both feet, but because the toxin that paralyzed his muscles had not subsided, his feet almost fell to the ground.

However, before he actually hit the ground, the man had already stretched out his hand to hold him firmly.

"But I will never be late." He replied in a low voice, his voice was no longer deep and hoarse, but became another kind of more real silence.

"You really don't."

I couldn't help laughing.Joyce and the man looked at each other for a long time, then slowly stretched out his hand, covering his black goggles and mask, little by little, as if devoutly uncovering the mystery that time had given him.

And the man didn't stop it.

As the obstruction on his face was slowly lifted, the man's appearance completely appeared under the night sky.Joyce felt as if he was standing in front of a mirror, looking at himself in the mirror. The hair, the eyes, and the contours, except for the light green marks that flew into the temples from the corners of the eyes like vines, what he saw were clearly It was his own face.

--'I will never hurt you'

How could he forget that this was clearly the first vow he made to that person when the independent personality of 'Joyce' was born.

"Good evening, Zero."