The winery's goons were all elite this time. Under the leadership of Gin, they flew to the UK and began to work overtime to help Holloway as soon as they landed. Not only did they have to do rough work, but they also had to provide cover.
The British cannot be allowed to discover that they are producing poison gas.
Fortunately, the old people in these wineries have all worked in the sewers of New York, and they can apply their experience to the sewers of London.
Creating poisonous gas... It seems that the process is a bit similar to brewing, and the chemical reaction is faster, but it is a bit more dangerous, but this is for the boss.
A figure walked up to Deadpool and the others. He was also wearing a chemical protective suit. He first nodded to the three of them, then looked towards the bottom of the big hole and shouted.
The beatings these days have caused the pit to sink, but the bottom has been basically compacted. It is as hard as steel and will not leak.
"Boss? Are you okay?"
"Is it gin? I'm pretty good. How is the company's business lately?" Although the gas mask made people's voices change, the tone still allowed Su Ming to identify his subordinates.
Gin lay down and faced the bottom of the pit: "Domestic wine sales have not changed much, but the export of other commodities has been greatly affected recently. The Germans have come up with a lot of unusual things. Shipping is almost completely cut off now. Waiting for you to get out.
Just look at it and you'll find out."
Dr. Sinister struggled desperately, but the power of the symbiote was too great. He was pinned to the ground and could only helplessly listen to Deathstroke talking about business. He felt that he might really lose this time.
He is a biologist, but he is also very accomplished in chemistry. How could he not have heard of the poisonous gas produced by Holloway?
The mixture of the two toxins is a liquid insoluble in water at normal temperature, but it will vaporize when heated slightly, and then make the poisoned person worse than death. They will have difficulty breathing, foam at the mouth, cerebral palsy, and subconsciously tear apart.
Rotten his chest and took out his lungs.
The key point is that poisoning will cause constant vomiting, so the lungs and stomach are often unclear. On the battlefield where poison gas was used during World War I, even these corpses could not be buried, because it was too bloody.
Although the other party has not poisoned him yet, just thinking about the torture he will receive makes Jingwei feel a little uneasy.
But he still had some luck in his heart, what if he could withstand it? Or maybe the other party didn't have the poison and was just trying to deceive me?
So he was struggling and thinking wildly.
After Gin and Su Ming chatted for a few words, all the preparations were completed. They still used the large 100-liter barrels used to make wine before. Dozens of barrels were moved in, which was enough to pave the pit.
If the venom vaporizes, in order not to affect London overhead, this is also the maximum amount. No matter how much it is, neither Holloway nor Monaco will agree.
"How much did it cost this time?"
"A lot, boss." Gin got up from the ground and patted his body: "I never knew that large-scale chemical equipment could be so expensive. The air transportation costs are also ridiculously expensive. Moreover, I also used some favors and lost connections.
This is greater than the loss of money."
"It's okay. I will find a way to make the money back. Let's start now."
"Yes, boss."
Gin turned around and waved his hands to the heavily armed men. Except for Deadpool, who was not afraid of death, even the mages and doctors backed away a lot.
The thugs pushed the big bucket and rolled it on the ground, making a rattling sound. This movement seemed to weigh on Mr. Sinister's heart.
Then they pushed the vat to the edge of the pit, took out crowbars and smashed the top off, and more than a dozen green venom poured into the pit like a waterfall.
A spicy smell penetrated the nostrils of the two people, but the toxic ingredients were filtered by Su Ming's helmet, and he only smelled a faint chemical smell, like the smell of chalk.
But Mr. Sinister was different. He suddenly felt that his whole body was on fire. The smell of these liquids was extremely painful.
His eyeballs burst out from their sockets and exploded into blood foam, but the self-healing factor allowed them to grow again and explode again.
There were also trachea and lungs. He wanted to escape them now, but his hands were tightly restrained by the death knell, and he could only scream and feel them wither in his body.
The skin on the back was also soaked in venom, and it was bubbling as if it had been burned by fire.
His voice was also corroded and then healed on its own, which made his screams intermittent. To Su Ming, it sounded like he was singing "Uneasy".
Su Ming is also soaked in venom, but with the presence of the symbiote, it poses no threat to him.
These venoms are seriously harmful to various human organs, but the symbiote does not have those organs. It does not breathe and has no skin. To it, it is just a strange kind of water.
"Stop!...Ah!!!! I give up! Woohoo...give up!" Mr. Sinister continued to rot and regenerate at the same time. The pale skin on his face disappeared, revealing muscles and
The fascia healed itself and formed a face after a while. He wanted to raise his hands and surrender, but he couldn't. He could only desperately plead with the death knell: "Let me go! Ah!!! I will not retaliate against you! Nor will I do it again.
Help Germany! This hell! Ah!! For God’s sake!”
Su Ming raised an eyebrow under the mask. He never expected that Deadpool's method would be effective. Sure enough, his bottom line was not low enough?
"It's impossible to let you go. I have to lock you up so that I can feel at ease."
The venom has gradually begun to spread upward and will soon overflow Mr. Sinister's mouth. If this thing flows into the stomach, it will definitely feel good, right?
"Okay! I surrender! Ah!!!"
The feeling of being tortured and corroded by venom is different from being slashed or beaten with a knife. This is the pain of every cell being shattered and there is no way to escape.
It was cold, hot, itchy and painful, an unbearable torture, but it was pressed tightly and unable to struggle.
Mr. Sinister finally collapsed. After holding on for seven days, he was still defeated by Deathstroke and his little cousin.
But he also figured out that after surrendering, he would be relaxed. At least he would be out of the hellish venom pool and away from the red and black clown's bitchy mouth, and he would finally be free.
"Very well, Monaco, prepare the magic contract to seal his power."
Su Ming used the symbiote to take the two out of the poisonous pool, and pinned Jingsei by the pit.
Monaco came over and started to use magic, using more than ten kinds of forbidden magic. Even the dead rabbits were thrown on the ground. In the process, Mr. Sinister just smiled with relief and did not struggle to resist at all.
"Finally...hehe...hehe..."
Deadpool came over and pinched his chin: "Huh? He seems to be drooling. Cousin, did you spoil him?"
"Isn't it possible?" Su Ming let go of Jingwei and looked at him squirming on the ground like a bug. It seemed that he was really...
"Ahem, let's take Sin to a safe place and lock him up first. I'll go talk to Master Kama Taj in London and lock him up temporarily in the London Temple."
Monaco stood up and wiped the tears from his face. His rabbits died miserably.
He wanted to borrow the dungeon of the London Temple. This was just a trivial matter. He was usually in charge of experimental subjects anyway, so the Archmage of London happily accepted Dr. Sinister.
Mr. Sinister sat in the magic circle that served as a prison, watching the demons gradually go away, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's not in vain that I pretended to be crazy and acted stupidly. I finally made them lose interest in me. Namor will no longer be able to touch this project. Now I want to think about how to escape..."
At this moment, an old man with a white beard who looked very kind walked into the prison. I heard that this was the Archmage of the London Temple, and he was looking at Mr. Sinister through half-moon glasses.
"It turns out you were just pretending to be crazy. You are such a clever little kid. Haha, let me show you something fun."
A strange purple light and shadow bloomed in the dark cell, and Mr. Sinister screamed again...