After sending away the spiders and letting them take away the forensic doctor and staff here, the only ones left breathing in the entire morgue were the two brothers and Jessica.
The girl was still waiting to bury the bodies of her family members, while Deadpool was jumping rope with his own intestines that had fallen out, saying that he was going to have a big fight later and wanted to warm up first.
It's a good thing to love sports, but only if he doesn't throw those things in his intestines everywhere...
So Su Ming kicked him out of the door.
Then he spoke to Jessica: "How are you going to settle your family next? Do you have a family cemetery, or are you going to take the ashes home after cremation?"
"I don't know." This topic was a bit cruel. The girl looked at the big cabinet with straight eyes, feeling very confused.
"Let's do this. I'll have a professional team come over and take a look and make sure they're happy on the road, okay?" If you want to control Jessica, you have to show up when she's at a loss and show that you can rely on her.
In this way, if she encounters anything in the future, she will subconsciously want to contact Deathstroke and tell the story of the incident. In this way, the intelligence gathering work without anyone noticing is completed.
Jessica didn't want to be separated from her family, but she also knew that there was a difference between life and death, so she couldn't bring a few corpses home, right?
So when faced with Deathstroke's proposal, all she could do was nod.
"Adjutant, lock my location and bring over those familiar people from the Harry Potter world."
Since she agreed with Su Ming, she could help with the matter. It was a pleasure working with those black people last time, and she will continue to take care of their business this time.
Within a few minutes, a large group of black brothers wearing black tuxedos arrived from a wormhole. After a few days of absence, they actually increased their numbers, expanding from the original number of people who had fallen into the Shichibukai to dozens of people.
The morgue was originally quite spacious, but with so many people crammed in at once, and the several coffins that the adjutant had notified them to prepare in advance, it suddenly seemed a little full.
The leading black man wore sunglasses and shook hands with Deathstroke warmly when he came up. He explained that since that trip to England, everyone in the magic world wanted to be sent away happily. Their business suddenly exploded and they couldn't help but expand the team.
"I believe in your professionalism. Several clients this time are in the closet." Su Ming stepped aside. After all, professional matters must be done professionally: "By the way, when you go back, I will ask Hermione
Is it okay to transfer money to you?"
"Of course, that's no problem. Although we are all Muggles, we are all friends." The black man patted his chest and agreed.
The next step is to continue playing music and then dancing.
Jessica was still a little sad at first, but after watching these black people singing cheerful songs and carrying several corpses into coffins, putting makeup on them, and then carrying them to perform a series of acrobatic-like performances, she found that she wanted to cry.
I can't cry anymore.
The joy of these mysterious people infected her. They seemed to regard death as the beginning of another journey, just like sending their friends off.
With a creak, the door to the morgue opened a crack, and Deadpool's head stuck in.
His index finger was stuffed into his mouth through the mask, and there was an envious look in his small eyes: "Cousin, if I die in the future, I want this too."
"You? There's no chance. Don't you have any idea whether you can die?" Su Ming brought him in and let out a long sigh: "But next time I go to Japan, I can take you there and let you sit down.
The mikoshi is actually not much different from the black people carrying the coffin."
"You're so kind, cousin, I'm so moved." Deadpool wiped the corners of his eyes through his mask: "What should we do next? I feel like I forgot something, and the viewers in the live broadcast room are still
If you don't tell me, your conscience will be greatly damaged."
The deserted morgue became lively. The black people were doing push-ups while carrying the coffin, and then doing handstands, but the coffin seemed to be stuck to them and would not fall off at all.
This can probably be regarded as a kind of graveyard disco, right?
"We haven't gone to Japan yet, so don't imitate the Japanese. Next, let's go back to the main battlefield to take a peek. Your contract with Fury is still being executed. If someone from the SHIELD agent dies, then Francis' clues will be lost.
Have to wait a little longer."
Su Ming hit him on the head, but didn't look at him. He just looked at the awkward look on Jessica's face.
"I seem to have remembered a little bit... Oh, there was a written contract before. I can't remember it. I can take it out and read it." Deadpool put his hand into his uniform, scratched it, and tore off a piece of skin from his chest: "This
Black Braised Egg didn’t sign a contract, so who would remember the verbal agreement? It’s really a scam.”
"He is the king of secret agents. Do you expect him to leave written evidence for you?" Su Ming took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff: "Francis belongs to the military cooperation agency of the United States and Canada.
That's a government employee. Fury can secretly sell him to make a deal, but he won't give you a chance to bite back."
Wade wiggled his butt with some emotion, as if he remembered something: "Then cousin, can't you help me find someone?"
"Francis is too weak. I have never paid attention to him. You don't think that my lieutenant will monitor every ant on the earth? No?" Deathstroke handed his cousin a bottle of strong drink. Just now he
He lost a lot of blood and should replenish his fluids: "So for this kind of job of picking an ant out of an ant hole, only Fury is the most suitable."
"Darkness, so dark, it actually compares people to ants." Wade turned to look at the deserted place, and started talking to the air while drinking a drink: "Then what am I, a person who has been tortured by ants, an aphid?
Some people ask why aphids? Because ants will raise aphids as cows in their caves and suck sweet water, and there is a lot of white, sticky 'sweet water' in my body, do you understand?"
After saying that, he started to wink and laughed obscenely.
Then he received a punch in the head from his cousin: "There is a little girl here, so don't make dirty jokes."
"It's unfair. I said it was snot. If you don't believe it, look at it." Wade held his head and rubbed it. He lifted up the mask and blew his nose hard. A ball of white sticky substance sprayed into his palm. He spread his hands.
Show it to your cousin: "Where did you think you went? It's not conducive to the growth of teenagers!"
Su Ming rolled his eyes, the music not far away continued, but Jessica didn't notice the movement at the door: "Just go ahead, who doesn't know that snot is salty? Okay, it's almost time for the funeral.
, what do you think of Montgomery, Alabama? I’m going to bury Jessica’s family in the mountains over there.”
Deadpool pulled down his mask and buttoned his nostrils. This order was a bit wrong, but it wasn't a problem for him. He was so confident because his nostrils were big enough:
"I suggest being buried on the moon, so that every time she wants to visit her family, she has to go through your help, and you can use this as a blackmail to play with her... How about? I'll follow your example.
Does it look like it? Isn’t it very dark? Hehe.”
"puff!"
Wade's belly became transparent again, and he exhaled a puff of black smoke in the golden current, trembling and slowly falling to the ground.