After seeing Black Wally grabbing the little fat man and entering the speed force plane, Barry asked this question a little speechlessly. Even if everyone was running wildly, in a windless environment, the sound could be clearly transmitted to everyone.
in the ears.
"Oh, hi, Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash...and The Flash."
The little black man greeted his elders very politely, but because there were two generations of Flashes present, his greeting sounded a bit funny. He noticed it himself, so he immediately continued:
"My teammate's alien armor is scrapped, so I plan to send him home to hide. What are you doing?"
"Am I not the Flash?" Before anyone could say anything, Deadpool, who was running backwards, immediately joined the conversation, because now both Bat and his sister-in-law were going to ride with the two Flashes, and his hands were empty.
When it comes out, it can be used for making blind gestures.
He pointed at his red and black uniform. Red was obviously the main color. He also drew a lightning bolt on his chest with a highlighter. Isn't this not 'The Flash' enough?
"Sorry, Deathstroke's cousin uncle, I really don't know what to call you, because you look too much like The Flash now." The little black man's emotional intelligence is pretty good, he speaks very well, and in the Teen Titans team,
It also always acts as a lubricant.
In addition to his identity as a speedster, his role in regulating interpersonal relationships seems to be more useful to the team. After all, Emiko and Damian are both like cold-blooded killers carved out of the same mold.
Djinn is a djinn who seems to be sleepwalking every day; Crushing is the daughter of the violent wolf, whose mind is full of swear words and violent behavior; Xiaopang is an otaku who only talks a lot when playing games.
Black Wally must take on the coordinating role.
"Hehe, so I am also a member of the Flash family. Batman, you see, they have accepted me."
Deadpool shook his butt playfully, looking very happy, and then he immediately asked Wally more closely:
"When is it convenient for me to visit your house? Are there any other female relatives in your family? No, Batman, don't glare at me. I didn't mean that. I was saying that it would be better for them to go out and hide before I come as a guest.
Hide, lest they fall in love with this handsome guy like me uncontrollably. I am a married person now, do you want to see my wedding ring?"
No one wanted to see it, but he still took off his gloves and stretched out his rotten skeleton claws in front of everyone, showing them off like a show off.
Batman just glanced at it and looked away. Deadpool's ring had no diamonds at all, or the diamonds were too small to be seen with the naked eye, so he lost interest and just said to Wally:
"You shouldn't have come in."
When the little black man was still confused, Jie Yin took over the conversation, and the old man nodded and said:
"We are all trapped here now. The road under our feet seems to be extending infinitely into the distance, and we can't find the correct exit for the time being."
"This must be because the concept of space has been affected." Barry also continued. He was still walking quickly while carrying Diana and the bat: "But according to my past experience, even if the bad guys have spatial abilities, it should not be affected.
It’s better to go to the speed force plane..."
"Well, because the Speed Force is alive." Black Wally took up the topic, and the little black man nodded, he knew this.
"Stop playing the messenger game. The question now is, how do we get out?" Diana asked Batman through Barry's head, because just by looking at it, it was clear that there was nothing the three speedsters could do.
You still have to look at the dark people.
But to her surprise, the person who proposed the solution was not Bat, but Deadpool, who was literally a bad guy. He proposed the most effective method:
"What else can we do? Just ask my cousin to pick us up."
Isn't it normal logic for a younger brother to ask his older brother for help? No one can do anything, but that doesn't mean Slade can't do anything. You have to remember that he is Barry's lightning rod. After being hit by Flash, he became energetic.
"Can you contact him?" Diana blinked, obviously thinking this was a good idea.
Batman didn't speak, but he obviously didn't object, but he seemed to have other ideas.
"Times have changed, now we can just make a phone call." Deadpool said, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and skillfully pressed a key combination, which was the set family speed dial: "Just now in the live broadcast room
The veterans told me that my cousin has just restored the communication between him and Sepurk, and we are now in the Speed Force plane of multiverse 1, so we can also contact the adjutant."
"There's no signal base station in the Speed Force plane, right?" Barry didn't think it was possible to make a call here, at least he hadn't tried it himself in the past.
He looked at Jie Yin and Black Wally, both of whom shook their heads. In fact, as speedsters who use the Speed Force, their bodies will be filled with electricity when they run, which is not very friendly to electrical appliances such as mobile phones.
In a serious Flash, the communicator is installed in the hood, under the small wing-like decoration, and wrapped with an insulating layer to prevent these devices from short-circuiting due to current.
"It's not what you think. I have no way to contact the adjutant directly. As you said, there is no base station here, but I can contact the errand boy."
With a crooked smile, Deadpool spoke a few words in Spanish on the phone. As a mercenary, his language skills are not as good as many people, but his Spanish skills can be said to be at their peak.
"Maybe some people are curious, why is it in Spanish?" After hanging up the phone, he turned to look at the non-existent camera aside and explained: "Because of this."
As soon as he finished speaking, a Mexican fell from the sky and landed in his arms.
This is a big, unshaven man with an unkempt appearance. His long hair has turned into strands because it has not been washed for too long. The clothes on his body exude the smell of cumin. Maybe he has not found a suitable one after smuggling to the United States.
's residence.
But this is Deadpool's way to solve the problem. Find a Mexican to run errands. It doesn't matter if you can't contact the adjutant yourself. Just find the almighty Mexican.
The price is affordable and the quantity is sufficient. The original cost of hiring one African-American is enough to hire seven Mexican smugglers.
Whether it's mowing lawns, repairing home sewers or air conditioners, or even assembling boilers and maintaining firearms, these Mexicans are all good hands.
Facing everyone's confused looks, Deadpool, who was holding the Mexican stowaway in a princess hug, continued to explain:
"You also know that I am an orphan, and I don't even know who my father is. When I was a child, I watched the neighbor's children playing the ball-throwing game with my father. I was very envious. This gave me an idea. I
I can hire people to play with me, so Mexican people with affordable prices came into my sight. To be honest, they are really versatile, although they may not be as versatile as Superman, and many of them don’t speak English, but they are really