At this time, Deadpool had already left the water plant. He found a residential building that was not too high and sat on the edge of the rooftop on the seventh floor, swinging his legs and looking at the street below.
The people in this world are really silly and sweet, and they are very helpful, which also causes the spores to spread very quickly.
"let me help you!"
A person tried to help an infected person who had fallen down on the roadside, but the moment the latter got up, his head was split open, and a large amount of yellow liquid splashed out, spraying the rescuer in the face.
Therefore, this young man who wanted to help others turned into a living corpse in a matter of seconds.
This is not an isolated case. Wade has seen too many. Human beings in this world have never experienced any crisis at all, and they do not know how to deal with it. When they come up, they have to face a strange species like zombies. For them, it is
It's really out of the ordinary.
"Oh, they are all good people. I still feel guilty for killing them." Deadpool held a cigarette through his mask, tilted his head and lit it before taking a puff and crossing his legs: "Even though it wasn't me.
I killed them with my own hands, but they died because of me. When I think of this, I..."
His expression was very painful, which made the non-existent audience curious about it. It seemed that many people were asking questions:
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"As soon as I thought of this, I had an idea. I could ask my cousin for money and ask him to add more money to offset my mental damages. Just five hundred, haha!"
He is not sad for these innocent victims. On the contrary, as a mercenary, he is good at seeing his own interests in the deaths of others. Doesn't this give him a new excuse to increase money?
I don’t know how many US dollars five hundred credit points equaled in the past? Wade didn’t bother to calculate. Anyway, just know that the points have purchasing power. If you can make money, don’t be picky. Adding money during the mission is nothing. Only my cousin is so easy to talk to.
Some employers won't give you extra money if you ask for it midway, and they even say it in a very unpleasant way. They are all used to being Party A in quiet days and have never had a gun pointed at their head.
The chaos in the streets below has spread. Cars are exploding, houses are on fire, and people are screaming. These sounds are mixed together, like a rock concert that no one can understand.
Of course, Deadpool doesn't understand either. He is not a psychopath and can derive some pleasure from killing or maiming. For him, this is a business.
Killing is like driving screws in a factory. Once you get used to it, you won't feel anything at all. He can only be happy if the money he gets is exchanged for burritos, the gratitude of a girl who made a mistake, or a new video game.
He raised his arm and took a look at the good watch he got from the zombies last night. The mechanical watch was very durable. Except for the fact that it smelled a little bad now, the readings were still accurate.
It is now nine o'clock in the morning on the East Coast of the United States. The zombies have already formed a large scale. At this time, we can no longer watch the epidemic spread leisurely. We must strike while the iron is hot and send more second-generation mushroom zombies to all parts of the world.
Thanks to this harmonious society like a utopia, people here have no weapons, let alone nuclear bombs, so Wade is not in a hurry, because zombies have no natural enemies in this kind of place.
Without the invention of poison gas, there would be no gas masks; without the need to kill, there would be no firearms; without crisis, there would naturally be no opportunities, and there would be no superheroes.
In such a world, it is almost impossible for ordinary humans to fight against zombies with bare hands. The only effective means of resistance is to hit zombies with a car, which is of some use.
But the humans here only have light but no darkness in their hearts. When faced with the threat of death, they have never thought about driving and hurting these strange creatures with mushroom heads. They will only elaborate their words more sincerely and try to
Convince those monsters.
But can zombies be defeated by talking? A completely ideal society can only be realized when different individuals can communicate with each other and be completely honest. Its foundation is not stable.
This is just zombies, there are no alien invaders, there are no crazy insect swarms that no one knows, and there are no real gods involved.
"Oh, let's go. I still have work to do. You guys have a good time."
Not wanting to watch any more, Deadpool stood up from the edge of the rooftop, patted his dusty butt, then dug into his trouser pocket, took out the pile of paper money that his cousin had given him when he set out yesterday, lit it with a lighter and threw it aside
:
"This is a little bit of my heart. Share it with everyone in the city. Don't resent me after you become a ghost. This is all Slade's dark plan."
"The situation is like this now. If you have any opinions, you can speak freely."
The camera moves to today's multiverse 1, the Hall of Justice, the headquarters of the incarnation of justice. Here, all existing members of the Justice League in parallel worlds are holding a collective meeting to discuss recent events.
In fact, many of them didn't know what happened. Yesterday they did feel a vibration, like an earthquake, but after that, nothing happened. Everyone should do whatever they want.
It was only now that the superhumans of Earth 0 told them that the multiverse 1 they were in was no longer at its original location, but had moved to a strange new system.
The previous position was occupied by another new multiverse created by the hands of creation, and no one can go back.
If you want to go back, you will probably have to engage in a multi-level war, but this is impossible. No matter who the people appear in that new multi-dimensional world, superheroes have no right to deprive them of their right to exist.
After Superman finished speaking about the general situation, it was Diana's turn to speak. She did not participate in the fight between Gin and Leopard Girl. After checking that the state of Earth 0 was generally complete, she hurriedly returned to Earth 0 from 40K Earth.
, go to the Hall of Justice for a meeting.
After that meeting was over, it was not over yet, because this was not something that Earth 0 could decide on, so everyone notified the Incarnation of Justice to hold a meeting.
Because she knows a lot of things, she still needs to tell the details, such as what happened before, why the multiverse changed places, what the Hand of Creation is, and why they are targeting Multiverse 1.
After saying such a lot of things, whether others could digest it or not, her own mouth was dry and her mind was in confusion.
When the chatter of discussion came from below, the chaos spread even more, because everyone had their own opinions, and many people wanted to express themselves. There were more than 3,000 superheroes gathered here, talking together.
Sometimes, no matter how low the sound is, when they are gathered together, it is like they can bring down the roof.
But the Justice League of Earth 0 standing on the rostrum did not stop this scene from happening, nor did the black Superman presiding over the meeting, because when people face some huge changes, they always have the desire to communicate with similar people.
, this is just human nature.
It's just that there should be no results from today's meeting, or in other words, most people don't need the results.