"Fire! Fire! Zhuzi, damn you, where is my Italian cannon?!"
The dirty Deadpool was running around in the artillery position, his whole body soaked with yellow soup, but not only did he not feel sick, but he felt a steady stream of power coming up from his body. This warm feeling was like returning home.
It's like being in my father's arms.
But then I thought about it, I am an orphan and I have no father, so that’s okay.
So in order to force the enemies in the sky down as soon as possible, all he can do is to constantly urge the little deadpools to fire the cannons faster to improve the firing efficiency, and at the same time, have people go to the big tent to produce more cannons.
According to theory, if the number of artillery pieces is large enough, such as 50 billion, then firing at the same time will definitely make Amo unable to avoid it.
But not now.
Taking off his mask, Deadpool wiped the yellow soup on his face. He didn't feel dirty at all. After all, he was the little Deadpool himself. How could anyone dislike him for being dirty? What's more, N's sugar water was clean and hygienic.
After drinking it, it not only prolongs life but also cures diseases and strengthens the body.
He took the time to look at the people who had taken shelter inside the circus, using tents to take shelter from the rain, and shook his head slightly. The superheroes were still not lucky.
"This won't work, Captain!" The little Deadpool, known as Zhuzi, came over. He also took off his mask to reveal his rotten face. At this time, beautiful mushrooms grew out of his two eye sockets, like
It's the deer's antlers with two eyeballs pierced: "The enemy is very cunning, brothers really can't hit him!"
Because his eyes were disabled and he couldn't see the way, the artillery captain fumbled around with his hands and accidentally caught Deadpool's "center" and pinched it.
"MD, if you don't think of a solution quickly, do you still expect me to think of it?" Deadpool kicked the pillar away, angrily picked up the loudspeaker on his waist, and continued to curse at the sky: "Amo, you
There is no way to give birth to a son without PY! I, Sun, are your ancestors! You have grown enough to challenge me, Yunlong Wilson, in a one-on-one fight!"
Amo might have glanced at him, or he might not have looked at him. The distance was too far and the rain of shit was too heavy, so it was really hard to tell the difference between his expression and his gaze.
Then Deadpool scolded him even more happily.
At this moment, the only person who can still smile like sunshine is Superman. He has no intention of vomiting, nor does he dislike the quality of the surrounding air. He just looks at Deadpool with a slightly disapproving look.
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"He shouldn't say so many dirty words, but I can understand him." Superman said to Wonder Woman beside him, obviously not objecting: "So, Diana, you used to act with Slade, he
Do you also throw shit at the enemy?"
The speechless heroine shook her head: "Aside from walking in the sewers, he also likes to be clean most of the time. The situation of his cousin..."
She didn't continue, but it didn't take Superman to understand that Deadpool's condition was probably a mental illness.
"This is not the way to go. I have to take action." Superman avoided the topic. He observed Amo's movements in the sky and thought about which strategy he should adopt.
"Don't go out." Diana was still wearing a bat oxygen tank, which was why she didn't smell the stink at all: "Although I don't know how Deadpool did it, this yellow sticky substance fell on
It will cause biological mutation on your body. Although your physique is strong, you are still made of flesh and blood."
She was worried that if Superman had mushrooms on his body, it wouldn't look like a good thing.
At this time, Superman replaced his answer with actions. He spotted the moment when Amo approached a cloud, and his eyes shot out with burning eyes. The target of the two red lights was not the enemy itself, but the cloud.
When the clouds are cold, they will condense and rain, but if they are hot, the small droplets in them will evaporate, causing the clouds to suddenly expand in size.
Such an unexpected attack, Amo thought it was coming towards him, so he chose the wrong direction to dodge, and was enveloped in a burst of yellow cloud.
When he broke out of the clouds, mushrooms were already growing on his face, which was clearly visible with Superman's eyesight.
It looked a bit cruel. For a moment, Clark even felt that the enemy was not so evil. Isn't it a bit inhumane to detonate and vaporize these filthy objects to attack him?
But thinking that the earth may be facing a crisis now, he must defeat the enemy as soon as possible and go back as soon as possible, so his heart hardened.
Besides, why do you think it’s kind of fun to blow up shit with thermal vision...?
So he didn't communicate with Deadpool, and the two had an unspeakable tacit understanding. One kept firing human cannonballs, while the other used heat vision to block roads and cause trouble. Soon, Amo was crumbling in the sky.
And just when he was chased by yellow smoke floating over again, he saw a flash of black light in the corner of his eye, but it was too late to avoid it, and his thigh was cut by the batarang.
Gorgeous flowers bloomed at the wound in the next second, and the succulent plant with fangs opened its mouth towards him, as if intending to bite the host. He stretched out his hand and pulled the strange creature out of his leg.
Come down.
He felt surprised, because he should not be hurt by physical attacks, so how did Batman do it?
But the next second, he felt his eyes go dark, followed by a flash of red light, and laughter seemed to resound in his heart...
He realized what it was. It was the virus darts of the Laughing Bat. In order to infect Superman, these weapons made of N metal had been enchanted.
What hurts me is not the Batarang itself, but the concept of 'crazy'.
"Damn it! Batman, you are so mean...haha, haha, hahahaha!"
Halfway through his words, he couldn't continue. An uncontrollable smile appeared on his face. The laughter soon made him lose control of his body, and he fell from the sky holding his stomach.
Even during the fall, the laughter did not stop. After it made a big pit on the black ground like a meteor, laughter could still be heard from the bottom of the pit.
Superman would not miss such an opportunity. Almost at the same time, he had reached the top of the pit, and his heat sight was fully powered, shooting toward the bottom of the pit.
The brown rain was still falling, and the nearby forgotten gods who had been knocked away got up again, trying to rescue their king, but Superman's full blow almost lifted the earth's crust, accompanied by a violent earthquake, with a radius of twenty
The kilometer-long ground, except for the circus area, was all shattered into pieces and flew into the sky.
Because of the protection of the biological force field, the rain did not fall on him. He floated quietly in the low air, looking at the large smoking hole below, waiting for the battle to officially begin.
Yes, Amo is not dead, he is not even seriously injured. Superman's vision will not be disturbed by the smoke, he can see clearly.
The opponent covered his chest with his palms and received his heat gaze. At this time, except for the heat in his palms, there were no other injuries at all.