Su Ming heard their conversation and almost knelt down in front of these two big guys.
d The atmosphere over there is a little more serious, not as relaxed as here, but you guys are too relaxed, right? Now that the battle is not over, and Deadpool is still working his butt off upstairs, you are already studying the issue of beard maintenance?
Is it really okay to desert during a battle? How dangerous.
Su Ming walked quickly to the door, where Monaco's shield spell shimmered. He approached the two and took off their helmets: "What kind of beard wax? Try it on me too. I feel that the split ends of my beard have not been shiny recently."
..."
This wax is so fragrant.
............
Deadpool was bitten off a piece of flesh by a shark man, but he took the opportunity to stab the opponent's eye socket with his katana and stir it up severely.
Blood and brains sprayed all over his face. He wiped his hood and kicked the opponent's body away.
These weirdos are basically shark-headed, octopus-headed, and starfish-headed, but he chases and kills the shark-headed ones.
He could vaguely see a bubble above the opponent's head, with the opponent's thoughts written in the bubble. The small eyes of these shark heads were full of despair: "Why are you killing us?"
The weirdos with other heads had secretly joy in their eyes, and they were doing crazy output next to Deadpool.
Why come?
Deadpool has kind of forgotten it, but he just doesn't like Shark Man. Isn't this reason enough?
"After I stuff your head into your ass, you can go to hell and find Mephisto and ask if your skin can be used as a belt or a handbag? If anyone knows, can you raise your hand?"
As Deadpool asked questions, he chopped down several weirdos behind him without hesitation. When these weirdos died, their eyes were full of confusion.
Didn’t you say you only kill shark heads? Why did you suddenly turn around and kill us? How cheap...
However, there is no reason why Deadpool does what he does? Most of the time it is just a whim.
While shooting and slashing, Wade's body was covered in blood. When he killed all the people, he himself became tattered, like a rag doll that had been bitten by wild dogs.
"Bah, some little fish still want to eat Uncle Deadpool. Did you know that I was once on the cover of Time Magazine?" Deadpool lifted up his mask and spit out bloody phlegm, and kicked the surrounding corpses with his feet: "
Does Time Magazine know? Only the coolest and coolest humans can be on the cover, which means I am a very badass, and you are not as badass as me, so now you can only be deadass.”
After venting his anger, Deadpool forgot all about it. He dragged the corpses over, stacked them together, and sat on them to rest for a while.
After killing so many people, my wrists were a little tired.
Deadpool was sitting on the pile of corpses, with his buttocks a little slippery. He ignored this, turned his head to the side, took out a white mask and put it on, treating himself as a doctor, and spoke to the 'audience'.
"Many people know that athletes have joint problems, such as tennis elbow and ligament strains. In fact, we mercenaries also have similar problems. When you chop too many people at once, you may suffer from 'man's elbow'.
Disease, after getting sick, your hands will be sore and itchy, and you can't help but cut people. When the disease is serious, you will even cut yourself. Slade is a late-stage patient of this disease... What? You said they
Gone? How could they abandon my lovely me and leave like this?......Fake, he is really gone."
The white eyes on Deadpool's mask suddenly widened. He jumped up and climbed onto the railing on the side. He lowered his head and looked towards the first floor. There were only fragments of broken limbs scattered everywhere. The blood looked like abstract paintings left on the walls.
color block, while the other three disappeared.
"Is this...escape from being single..."
Hallucinations appeared in his brain, as if he saw his cousin sticking his head out of a classic car and waving goodbye to him, and the back compartment of the classic car was filled with money. The car drove away quickly, leaving behind
There was only the falling change and the barbell-like laughter of the death knell.
He jumped down from the second floor and dislocated his knee with a click, but he caught it and ran out the door.
Only then did they realize that the three of them were squatting in the corridor outside the door in the dark, combing their beards by the light of a flashlight.
The corner of Deadpool's mouth couldn't help but twitch. He knew that he was not very serious sometimes, but just now he was the only one fighting life and death. Those weirdos came like a tide, and Deadpool was like a Coke bottle in the sea.
helpless.
Are you crazy? Are you playing with beards here? Is this the right time? Is your team a mustache league?
He put away his katana, walked towards a few people, and took a deep breath.
"Are there any skin care products? My skin has been peeling off and losing its luster. I want to be as supple and firm as a baby..."
As he spoke, he squatted down and took off his mask, revealing his old chrysanthemum face, which looked like minced meat pizza with an embarrassed smile.
"Ugh..." x3.
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Su Ming wiped the vomit on his beard with paper. It was enough that such a disgusting face suddenly appeared out of the darkness. Countless heroes would vomit when they saw Deadpool's face. Today's sight of him really lived up to his reputation.
He buckled on his helmet and told Holloway and Monaco to forget about today's incident. They both wiped their beards and nodded with concern.
"Ahem, okay, let's move on. There was so much movement just now, and some of the enemies next door also came over, but there are not enough to be called opponents." Su Ming drew a rough map in the dust with his fingers on the floor.
He speculated that the next door should be a factory or laboratory of similar size.
After all, those inhuman corpses were sent over there by the conveyor belt, and there was a power outage and firefight before, but the enemy was not drawn out.
Even if the three of them got together and clearly deserted, the enemy still didn't take action.
Is it because I have enough endurance? Or is it because I didn’t notice it? In short, the seduction tactics failed.
"Are those weirdos just now from Atlantis?" Holloway pointed upstairs. Of course, it was dark in the factory now, but others knew what he was talking about: "The ones on the conveyor belt too? Aren't they the same family?"
Su Ming explained quickly: "The Undersea People are currently in a state of division, and the ones on the conveyor belt are more like... the failed products of the hybrid Undersea People experiment."
"So what about those weirdos I just met?" Deadpool interjected, pointing to the uniform covered with teeth marks and holes: "Did the Atlanteans kill some sea creatures?
And then the freaks are born? Oh my God, what did their ancestors do?"
Su Ming sighed, Wade was thinking about these things every day: "No, they are a kind of mutants. The underwater environment caused them to have X gene mutations in the direction of marine life. You see, they all look like sharks.
But in fact, their genes are completely different. This is environmental evolution, not genetics."
"Uh... I don't feel any difference. They can be chopped to death with just a few cuts." Deadpool touched his chin and tilted his head to recall.
"So I said that we haven't met enough enemies to be called our opponents yet. Their boss should still be behind, do you understand?" Su Ming stood up and erased the sketch on the ground with his combat boots.
"Well, I think you understand, in short, you just kill people and call it a day, right?"
Although breaking doors and swearing are missing, those are Deadpool's instincts. Su Ming doesn't need to emphasize it anymore: "That's right, let's go."