It’s too filthy, it’s too depraved, it’s too dark.
Even a veteran like Bobo couldn't stand these things that Deadpool brought out. He immediately jumped from Deathstroke's shoulder to Teresa's head, and covered her eyes with his backhand
"Don't look, kid, you'll go blind! Don't look! Control yourself!"
"No, I didn't look at the things Deadpool brought out. Aren't they just a bunch of weird swimsuits and trendy toys?" Tracy shook her head and pointed behind her with her thumb: "I was looking at this purple giant.
Boss, have you noticed something? His face was purple before, why has it turned green now?"
The little girl's unintentional words attracted everyone's attention, and everyone's eyes turned to Thanos involuntarily.
Sure enough, the Mad Titan's face looked very ugly at this time, as if he had just eaten shit. His facial features were distorted like a boatman in a Japanese Ukiyo-e painting, and the skin on his face also turned a greenish blue.
Thanos suddenly felt like he was standing in front of everyone without any clothes. It was also like the time when he was bullied by his classmates because of his resemblance to the abnormal appearance. His pain and anger almost immediately transformed into
Anger, and of course found a target to vent his emotions.
"Deadpool! I'm going to kill you!"
As he spoke, he directly punched Wade, who was holding a pair of lace crotchless pants in his hand and smiling obscenely, and his head exploded. Then a hungry tiger pounced on the food, grabbing Deadpool's headless body, and the two rolled and beat him.
Passed through the wall and rolled to another room, probably a bathroom or something like that?
There were crackling and ringing sounds from behind the door, and then a large amount of blood flowed out from under the crack of the door, like in a horror movie, which may be the result of Deadpool being dismembered.
Brains were sprinkled on everyone's body, and blood covered people's feet. The cockroach prophet was stunned.
What kind of team is this? Deathstroke is so dark, and none of the teammates he hired are normal.
One teammate cuckolded another and told the story openly, even showing the woman's underwear to tell the story.
The other one started killing people, making the scene extremely bloody. There was still a lot of stored food in the room, which was splattered with stinking dirty blood. Who would eat it in the future? Isn’t this a waste of food?
The most important thing is that Deathstroke didn't seem to see it. He reached out to catch the thin pair of pants that were slowly falling, and unfolded it to look at its shape and design. Maybe it was because it looked like a translucent butterfly.
So the man smiled and nodded with satisfaction and handed the things to the glass jar.
"How is it? Can this be used?"
"Well
The cockroach was in a daze, and he seemed to have a new understanding of human cruelty.
"Hey, Deathstroke is asking you a question." Bobo reached out and knocked on the jar, urging him to help. At the same time, he also explained: "Don't worry, Deadpool can't die. He can be resurrected even if there is only one carbon particle left.
Let the big purple guy vent his anger a little, after all, you know."
The orangutan is a detective, and he is very familiar with affairs such as affairs and cheating. Before he took over the bar, he relied on such commissions to make a living.
Now that the suffering master has caught Huang Mao, it is normal to beat him to vent his anger. It is normal to leave him wherever he is. It is just that the purple giant is stronger.!
Anyway, Deathstroke is here, so there won't be any trouble. Even Batman doesn't want to intervene. You're an orangutan, and you're a cockroach, do you still want to meddle in your own business?
"Uh, okay, yes, you are right, Detective Orangutan. The cockroach's legs are no longer bent, and its beard is no longer trembling. It seems to have finally remembered that these people are mentally ill, and it is too dangerous to negotiate terms with them on its own.
: "Please open the jar, I need access to this piece of clothing, Mr. Deathstroke, hehe."
"I asked, you actually said honorifics, no, I still like your unruly look, you are the Lamb of God.
Su Ming was also helpless. Sure enough, Jews can only understand money and fists?
"Blind, isn't God dead?"
The black cockroach lowered its head and jumped in a very realistic way.
When he got to the equally dark pants of the Goddess of Death, he bypassed some dry white suspicious marks, then touched them left and right, and then started to dance like a god as if he had inhaled something.
Anyway, it's a good thing that the prophet is willing to help. As for my cousin, well, just like Bobo said, after playing with death for so long, it feels good enough, and now he won't die after being beaten by Thanos.
"The warlock hasn't come back yet, teacher, what do you mean..."
In a mysterious space, a man in black robes said this to the people around him. He walked around anxiously, and his shadow seemed to be trembling in the firelight.
"Don't worry, master, you have to learn to be patient." Another older voice answered him, putting his hand on the former's shoulder: "We have all been given new abilities, and now we have infinite life. Maybe the warlock
Just want to play with Deathstroke and the others for a while?".
After saying that, he let out a chuckle, as if he was happy to see this situation come to fruition.
"That's right, yes, we won't die at all now, no one can defeat us!" the young voice said, as if he had regained confidence, and there was a smile in his tone: "Very good
, Hahahaha, ah, the goddess of death is mine. No one else deserves to have her. When can I marry her?". "
"Soon, my young master, you just need to build a business first, or have a brilliant record. In this way, the goddess will be proud of standing behind you, right?"
The old man said this, which is a very reasonable statement.
After all, his little master is still too young, and many people don't even know of his existence. If he wants to defeat Thanos, he must make his voice heard in the universe.
Whether you make others fear or admire you, the key is that you cannot remain in obscurity.
"Blank" is different. Her mystery represents too many things, but giving up reputation is two different things from having no reputation at all.
"You are right, my dear teacher, thanks to you, I can get to where I am today." The young man was obviously very satisfied. He walked in the long and narrow corridor and rubbed his hands under his black robe: "Then you
How do you think I should show my existence? Should I kill people? Kill more people than Thanos? But not now, I want women, more women."
"Ah, you have power, you can do whatever you want, including killing, as long as you like."
The old man opened the door in front of him and respectfully sent the young man inside. There were various female aliens in the room. These were the substitutes he found to relieve the little master's desires. He looked at the young man.
He couldn't wait to pounce on these unconscious bodies. He paused slightly, but quickly exited the room and closed the door. He leaned against the door panel and let out a chuckle.