Chapter 601 The concave shape is the first step on the road of heroes
Ding ding!
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!!
In the basement of the two-story building, Russell dismantled the operating table and made a set of armor using existing materials.
Helmet, visor, breastplate, shoulder pads, hand guards, leg armor, 360 degrees without blind spots, all-round protection of every corner of the body.
Then spray on black and red matte spray paint, and a set of full-body armor imitating Deathstroke is completed. On the helmet, because Russell has sound eyes, it is different from Deathstroke and has two breathable skylights.
Based on his own ability, the decorative significance of this set of armor is greater than its practicality, so it doesn't matter whether it is there or not. But Deadpool likes to play with it, and he thought it was quite interesting, so he built a set on the spot.
Not to mention, with two Sand Eagle Celestials placed on both sides of his thighs and an Adamantium alloy knife slung behind his back, he really has the cold demeanor of Deadpool's cousin.
Originally, according to Deadpool's wishes, the superhero uniform only needed to be distinctive and eye-catching, and did not need to be too complicated, such as tights, but Russell decisively refused.
Tight clothes are too shameful. No matter if you wear a square or a triangle underneath, it will easily show traces. It’s no good if you don’t wear it. Firstly, you’re not used to it and you feel insecure. Secondly, your huge size will offend others.
"Russell, how did you do it?"
Deadpool was confused because he watched the entire process and found that the only tool Russell used to build the armor was a hammer.
"Isn't this the professional skill of a superhero?"
"What?"
"In every case, there is a brand new uniform."
"..."
Deadpool was speechless, lowered his head silently, and sewed his hood up with needle and thread.
Too bad, the new member is very talented and can create the world with just a hammer. As the captain, he is under a lot of pressure. But he can't say it and has to pretend to be him. He can do it, but the armor is heretical and he just likes tights.
Looks proud.
Seeing Deadpool struggling to sew his uniform, pricking his fingers with needles from time to time, and trembling all over, Russell sneered, smelled the pleasant lemon-sour smell in the air, and turned around to take out a bottle of red wine from the bookcase.
"Wade, would you like a glass of 82 Lafite?" Russell knocked on two goblets.
"Of course, in order to celebrate that Agent X sets sail again, we have to have a drink."
Deadpool filled a glass, drank it with a gulp, and smacked his tongue, feeling that the taste was not right. He did not show it, fearing that he had drunk fake wine before, and if he questioned it, he would appear to be inadequate.
"Wade, how does it taste?"
"It's not bad. It's about the same as I drank before."
"Really, let me try it too..." Russell took a sip and frowned: "The Lafite for US$82 is just so-so. I don't think it's worth the price."
"Wait a minute, you just said...82 Lafite..."
"Yes, Lafite for $82!"
"..."
Deadpool gritted his teeth and sewed up his uniform and put it on his body. He showed with actual actions that there is no underwear in the superhero's tight-fitting uniform.
"Now, superhero intern, let Senior Deadpool teach you. On the road to professional hero, you have successfully taken the first step. Next is the second step. As a collective action team hero organization, we
You have to have your own unique appearance pose."
"Well, there's no need for that."
Russell felt cold all over, and his intuition told him that Deadpool's so-called pose must be a scam. The Ginyu Force and the top-level Jojo stand flashed in his mind, and his eyes instantly became wary.
"No, this is the only path a hero must take."
"Then I won't be a hero, I will be a villain!"
"..."
Two minutes later, a camera was set up on the rooftop of the two-story building, and two funny figures were facing the rising sun, making serious poses.
Deadpool knelt on one knee and raised his hands diagonally behind his back, like a bird spreading its wings. Russell stood behind him with his head held high and his chest held high, with one hand clenching his fist in his abdomen and the other hand clenching his fist high.
"Russell, how are you feeling?"
"I feel like my IQ is decreasing!"
"Don't worry, man, I'll raise the average."
"No, my IQ was lowered by you." Russell put down his fisted hand and covered his face.
"..."
"Wade, is this really okay? Isn't it too shameful? I even heard someone laughing!"
"That's the laughter of a ridiculous audience. I can hear it all the time. It will get better after a while. I guarantee you will feel uncomfortable if you hear it a few times a day."
Deadpool said, stopped what he was doing, walked to the camera, admired his heroic appearance, and soon became dissatisfied.
Because in the photo, he only showed two hands, and Russell was photographed almost the entire time.
"Hey, man, this isn't right! I made a mistake in my position. As the captain, the soul of the x-agent team, I should be in position c."
"Haha, Green Lantern can't even stand in position C!"
"I don't care, I just want to stand in position C. Repeat the posture just now. This time I stand behind you."
"No, it will never work later."
"I'm the captain!!!"
"Captain, that's about it. It's time for the neighbors to get up and go to work. If anyone sees you, the police will be called."
Russell put away the camera and pushed Deadpool back to the second floor. The latter loudly vented his dissatisfaction. After a while, he shut up and stopped talking. He took the photo and started looking at it for half an hour.
Normal people have eleven zodiac signs plus Virgo, but Deadpool is different. He is a neurotic sign. Therefore, when he exudes the temperament of being lonely and seeking comfort, you must not pay attention to him, otherwise he will use the topic to his advantage and often get out of control.
Russell knew that if Deadpool was left alone for a while, no one would take care of him, and he would be fine on his own.
Deadpool pretended to be serious for half an hour, asking for trouble. He sneaked up to Russell, took the photo and said, "Man, I finally know what went wrong."
"Yes, it's your brain."
"I know, but that's not what I'm talking about..." Deadpool poked at the photo: "Two people can't pose well, because the triangle is the most stable structure, and X Agent Team needs Parker!"
Russell: "..."
"Just do it. Let's go find Parker now. According to what I know about wild Parker, apart from the newspaper office and school, the only place he hangs out on a daily basis is the Singles' Dormitory."
"Do you know where his dormitory is?"
"Of course, everything about him is under my control. I lurked in there two days ago, but unfortunately he was not at home at that time. I only found one original item..."
"Ahem!"
"An original Spider-Man uniform..."
"..."
…
In an apartment building with dilapidated walls, Peter Parker, a financially strapped man, sat slumped on the bedside, his beard was sighing, his hair was messy, and his bloodshot eyes had lost their highlights.
It has been more than 40 hours since Mary Jane was captured by Doctor Octopus. Parker tried his best to search for Doctor Octopus's whereabouts. During this period, he met once and the other party escaped.
After that, Doctor Octopus never appeared again. Parker searched the streets of New York all night, catching many thieves and robbers, but he couldn't even find Doctor Octopus.
Parker was depressed. After all, it was 40 hours. God knows what would happen during that period.
Although Doctor Octopus is a scientific madman, he loved his wife deeply before going crazy and disdained other women, but he is not afraid of anything but the worst. After all, Mary Jane is so good and so perfect.
Bang!
The door was kicked down!
That's right, the entire door fell to the ground, one big foot slowly retracted, and Deadpool walked into the room with a very arrogant step.
"Spider-Man Peter Parker, I read your resume, congratulations, you have been admitted to the Secret Service!"