"Brother, I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat?"
The voice of someone calling me brother kept coming from the small basement, which gave the somewhat cold room a touch of family affection. Unfortunately, the person who made the cooing sound was not the cute sister, but the coquettish girl holding her throat.
Waiter, this is a bit disgusting.
"Why do you ask me for everything?" Su Ming handed the cake in his hand to his cousin. This was a good thing he bought in Stormwind City. Because he put it in his space pocket, the cherry on the cake was still
Delicate and charming: "I also gave you space equipment. What did you install?"
Deadpool has a magic pattern cloth bag. Even if he doesn't, his trouser pockets and underwear are like the fourth dimension, which can have a similar effect.
If he pulled out a recoilless rifle from behind his butt, that would be normal because it makes perfect sense.
"It's nothing, just some toys."
With his mask half lifted, Deadpool ate the cake and stared at the journey of Superboy and his family. At the same time, he took out a lot of mosaic columnar objects from his trouser pocket.
In response, Deathstroke showed a black question mark expression. Is this the proverb that you were told to use?
But Red Rose in the mercenary world didn't care. He took back his toys, raised his legs on the table, and continued to play with the story of Superboy:
"Adjutant, arrange a group of African-Americans on the next section of road, and then let them block the road and try to rape the Kent family's pickup truck. Arrange Superboy to persuade them earnestly but fail. In the end, they can only reluctantly kill them all before the car is defiled.
Let the Kent family realize that not everyone is worth saving."
This is making excuses for Superboy to kill people, and whitewashing some of his past actions in disguise.
Well, the general direction is right, but Deadpool's plan is disgusting in every aspect, but Deathstroke didn't say anything, because people's XP is free, and the United States is a free country. Florida has produced such talents before
of.
A black man not only raped his car, but also allegedly raped a dwarf ornament in his neighbor's garden, a statue of a dwarf wearing a conical hat and a white beard.
I don't know if it was the tall pointed hat that irritated him, or the dwarfs' skin color was too white.
"Executing."
The adjutant who left the main body only left a separate program, which is a simple working AI. Deadpool has received the authorization from the Sheriff, so what he wants to arrange will be arranged.
Controlling a group of people is also very simple, just implant a chip, although the cost will be a little higher than using bionic people.
Anyway, Deadpool doesn't care about so much, he just wants to have fun. For a mentally ill patient and a brain cancer patient, thinking too much is not good for the condition.
He first took a puff of cigarette, then took a sip of wine, ate a few bites of cake, and swayed on the chair, not to mention how happy he was.
"Don't tell me, Slade, a vacation without women would be different." He rubbed his waist while speaking, obviously a little afraid of Xia Kaila and Death joining forces: "By the way, since you
If I can change the fate of Superboy, then I."
He didn't know what was wrong, but he suddenly thought of his child's mother, who would die no matter what, and his old classmate with whom he had a one-night stand.
"Don't think about it, my stupid Ou Doudou." Deathstroke moved a chair and sat next to him. The two brothers were smoking in the darkness in the middle of the basement: "Haven't you seen it yet? All I changed was Clark.
His future, and his past, are beyond the scope of my ability to intervene, that is the origin."
The future is easy to change, but the past is different, and the mere possibility of triggering a flashpoint is troublesome.
The Speed Force thing is like a donkey, run in the direction of its flow, and nothing will happen. You can just wander around in the plane of the Speed Force.
But if you run against its flow, things will be completely different. For example, now, everyone has been ejected from the Speed Force plane, and all the speedsters except Barry have become useless.
In other words, Su Ming had made arrangements early in the morning for Xiao Shan to master the stasis power, otherwise he would not have any fighting ability now.
"Oh, forget it, but I believe that one day in the future, I will be able to save her." Deadpool took a puff of cigarette and scratched his butt with a melancholy look: "I'm probably out of luck, but I'm sorry.
Brother, you will help me, right?"
Skin cancer is like this. It always itch on the body, especially after sitting for a long time. The most itchy thing is the buttocks.
Maybe it's because the cancer cells are the densest there, but anyway, a large piece of skin can be torn off every time, and the skin is shed like a small plate covered with minced meat.
"Well, if there is such a day." Su Ming patted his brother's head, not wanting to talk about such a serious topic, and deliberately said: "Then you'd better start saving money now. The price of hiring me is very expensive.
Oh."
Speaking of which, I didn't give Deadpool less money in the past, but this bitch doesn't seem to have much savings, so he squandered them all outside.
"No way, I can't save money at all. You know, Vanessa's little sisters are still waiting for me to help. You also know how unsafe New York is at night. They still have to stand in the cold night breeze.
It's so pitiful to solicit customers on the roadside. If I give up so many people who love me for a woman who loves me, wouldn't that be too selfish?"
He was full of fallacies, but upon hearing it, it turned out that what the bitch said was really true. It was a real mental illness brain circuit.
"Are they controlled by smugglers behind them? If you give them money, these women won't be able to keep much, and they will all be taken away by the boss behind the scenes."
Deathstroke himself doesn't do anything like forcing girls into prostitution, but he is still aware of what's going on on the street:
"I've seen people use money to waste money, but this is the first time I've seen you throw money into a bottomless pit like this. I suggest you go back and ask Vanessa who the smuggler who took her was before."
As he spoke, he made a gesture of wiping his neck.
"Hey, it turns out they don't have much money left? Why didn't you tell me that this would be like this?" Deadpool blinked, as if he understood this for the first time: "Unfortunately, I am addicted to playing now, and I don't want to go back yet.
Why don’t you just contact Taskmaster for help?”
No matter what kind of smuggler forces they are, they are definitely just small players with no ability. People with ability cannot stay in this way forever. No matter how many people there are, they will definitely be dead ends when facing the Imitation Master.
"You haven't asked me this before. Besides, Taskmaster is a mercenary and he charges a fee. Don't you know how to save money?"
The speechless Su Ming knocked his cousin on the head and looked at him like a prodigal:
"Find a girl you are familiar with and let her beg the punisher with all her wounds. That guy will definitely help eliminate evil. As long as you use it well, he is a completely free killer."
"Hehe, yes, I hope he hasn't gone into space yet. It's dark. Cousin, you are still dark."
The shameless Wade gave a thumbs up and praised his cousin for being dark and tall.