Holloway crumpled Deadpool into a ball, like a scrap of newspaper, and added a pile of garbage and gravel on top.
"Pretend to be dead for a while and don't move."
After saying this, Holloway took out a stack of paper and a pen from his pocket, and began to write quickly on it. After writing, he made two more copies and signed his
name.
Then he touched Deadpool's eyes hard, and found that he still looked like he was still staring at death, and then he remembered that the mask did not have the function of closing his eyes. He shrugged and smiled sheepishly. Once he entered the working state, he
It always feels like I'm still in the hospital.
He crawled towards the three women. After making sure that his voice could be heard, he raised the paper in his hand and waved it twice.
"Who is a relative of Wade Wilson? Come and get the death certificate!"
The three women stopped fighting involuntarily. Although it was a bit strange for the doctor to issue a death certificate here, they just heard Deadpool's name.
Wade? Death certificate?
Curiosity and panic prevented them from continuing the fight.
Inez was the first to rush over and snatched a copy. When she lowered her head, she saw that the cause of death on it was - 'Self-healing Cell Failure Collapse Syndrome'.
What disease is this?
She turned to look at Wade and found that Wade was pressed by a pile of garbage and motionless.
"Don't grab it, don't grab it, everyone has it. You three have one copy of Wade's death certificate." Holloway got up from the ground, handed the remaining two copies to Vanessa and Domino, and then
Turn around and leave.
"We will cremate the body, and then divide the ashes among you, as a souvenir."
"No!!!"
The three of them pounced on Wade's 'body' and found that he seemed to be indeed dead, with no heartbeat and nothing left. It seemed like there was only a layer of skin left on his body.
"Sorry, this is a war era, and death is inevitable." Holloway said with a sad look, while dragging Wade's 'body' away with force.
The three women were still in a daze. They looked at each other and had no idea for a moment. They could only follow the doctor's footsteps. They knew that the avenging angel was a very good surgeon, and at this time, the doctor's words still had a certain authority.
Holloway turned to look at the dazed women. They were only temporarily deceived, but they would soon come back to their senses.
He quickly came to the battle line, threw Deadpool's body to Su Ming, and then urged him to retreat quickly.
As for how Wade will be treated after they discover that he is not dead, that is a matter for the future.
"It's a good idea, how did you come up with it?" Su Ming killed some enemies and returned to the back of the line, dragging Wade's meat sauce in his hand.
Holloway breathed heavily, looked at the three women with suspicious eyes behind him, and whispered: "I have a distant cousin who also owes a lot of romantic debts. When I was a child, he once told me:'
If you love a dozen women, but there is only one marriage certificate, then give each of them a divorce certificate...' Like this."
Su Ming smiled and gestured to the Monaco in the sky, and at the same time looked at Holloway's mustache: "By the way, your cousin's surname is not Stark, right?"
"No, he has been dead for a long time." Holloway shrugged and said with some embarrassment: "He failed. Not every woman is willing to ask for a divorce certificate. He was first poisoned and then stabbed more than a dozen times.
, one of my former aunts cut off his head, held his head and rowed out to sea. I think he may have gone to Greenland..."
Su Ming laughed and raised the God Killer to block a few bullets. This relative of Holloway is also a real person. Since he is so carefree and lustful, wouldn't he create more fake identities? Does every woman get married?
Wade, who was held in Su Ming's hand like a towel, suddenly felt a chill. Even though his brain had turned into meat paste and had almost no thinking ability left, he instinctively felt a chill on his neck.
Many soldiers who lost limbs on the battlefield and became disabled will have a similar situation. They will feel the pain of losing their limbs throughout their lives, as if the limbs are still with them.
This disease is called phantom pain.
Su Ming didn't care what he thought. Deadpool had caused trouble here and was holding him back. The enemy didn't know what reaction they would take next. Everything changed again. This guy should have his head chopped off and sent to Greenland.
Now let's go for the third plan, evacuate here first, and then get explosives and engage in guerrilla warfare with the Germans to make them feel threatened and evacuate the airship containing the Namor fragments.
"Shrink the front!"
Su Ming immediately shouted to Little Naughty and Cable, signaling everyone to gather together. Everyone used their own methods to get closer to Su Ming amidst the hail of bullets. While running, they also used their abilities to counter the enemy's shells and explosives. It was very difficult.
There was a moment of confusion.
Monaco, who had received his gesture before, quickly released a huge blind trick, spitting out thick black smoke in the air like a squid, spraying on the heads of enemies in all directions.
This was stolen from the plane of hell, where volcanoes and magma are burning forever. He just opened a space door on an inconspicuous volcano.
Black smoke with a strong sulfur smell quickly filled the surrounding area of the small square, and also obscured everyone's figures.
Everyone gathered around Su Ming. His night sword was still shining with silver stars in the black smoke. The three women who were still in a daze were also pulled over by the police and crowded together.
"Monarch, this way..."
Su Ming whispered a few words to Monaco, and the magic prince immediately understood and began to recite the spell.
A few minutes later, the German soldiers dispersed the thick smoke and arrived at the location where everyone was fighting. They found that there was nothing here. Their enemies, surrounded by nearly ten thousand people, disappeared without a trace...
..
They searched the area, but found nothing. There were no traces of departure, and no one had flown away.
It just disappeared into thin air.
Soon, leaders from all aspects of the German army arrived here, among which a very luxurious convertible car was the most conspicuous.
Not only because the car is beautiful, but because it is difficult for the person driving the car not to attract attention.
He has no shame, and there is only a blood red patch under his black big-brimmed hat.
One of the leaders of Hydra. Today, when Baron Strucker went to Japan to start a new business, he is the apparent leader of Hydra.
He is the Red Skull.
The one sitting in his co-pilot, who is always holding his briefcase and wearing funny round glasses, is Dr. Zola, who has been supervising the research on the Cosmic Cube recently.
The soldiers made way for him, but some had fanatical admiration in their eyes, while others only had fear in their eyes, but this was the same for the Red Skull.
He doesn't care what the ants think.
The car drove straight to the ruins. He got out of the car and looked down at the uneven ground, assessing the force that caused these marks.
The conclusion is far beyond him.
This made him somewhat interested, but not as much as the Cosmic Cube.
Dr. Zola followed up with difficulty on his short legs, still holding his briefcase: "Schmidt, we are just passing through Paris, there is no need to waste time here."
"I know, I'm just a little interested, but how can the power of mortals compare to the creations of gods? Dr. Zola, your progress makes me very anxious..."
Red Skull squatted down and touched the ground. He could still feel the aftermath of the previous battle, which made him very excited.
But Dr. Zola suddenly shed a cold sweat. Although they are both the leaders of Hydra, the doctor is at the bottom of the leaders because he is too timid and a tech geek. Sometimes he feels that the Red Skull will kill him.
"No, if that blue artifact is so easy to crack, how can it be called an artifact? You have to give me some more time."
"I just don't know if our head of state will give me time. He seems to be planning to get rid of me... Doctor, which side are you on?"
The Red Skull stood up, stared down at Dr. Zola's bald head, and asked in a cold tone.
Zora tremblingly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his head. He felt it was difficult to breathe. The Red Skull was moody and inhumane. There was only one answer to this question.
He nodded hurriedly: "Of course...of course, long live Hydra!"
There was an expression that might have been a smile on the skinless face of the Red Skull. He patted Zola on the shoulder and turned back to the car: "Well said, long live Hydra!"