An injury like an exploded head would be fatal to many people, but for Deadpool it was just a common occurrence.
Sometimes he would shoot himself in the head to 'empty' his brain, which was as convenient as restarting a computer. Many problems that he couldn't figure out could be solved by physical means.
"Wow, it hurts."
The muscles in Deadpool's neck wriggled and grew, and the blood vessels and muscle fibers in them mingled together like a ball of maggots, quickly forming the prototype of a head. Even now, the new head still looks very small and does not coordinate well with the body.
:
"Where is my wig? Where did it fly to? That is my collector's wig. It has been with me for a long time."
"Over the corner." Cable put down his gun and stretched out his hand, hooking his fingers a few times: "Give me the belt, then get out of here and stop arguing. If there is a problem with the transmission belt and it breaks down halfway, we will both be thrown into hell.
possible."
This is not to scare people, but to tell the truth. Time and space teleportation is a technology that requires very high precision. Whether there is a problem at the time level or at the space level, it will undoubtedly be a big problem.
Deadpool doesn't care, he probably won't die even if he is thrown into hell, but Cable doesn't have that much confidence in himself.
"Okay, you really lack a sense of humor, right? Now we are in the DC environment, where darkness is popular, and comedy may not be suitable. Sure enough, you are still very cunning, haven't you?
Did you discover this and secretly changed the script for yourself?"
After saying that, Deadpool also became serious. He tried hard to become dark and serious, so the two corners of his mouth under the mask also bent downwards.
You asked me how did this mask come back after my head exploded just now? Can it also heal itself?
No matter how you return to Deadpool's face, it's very reasonable. It's an artistic creation for the continuity of the plot. It's just so natural.
However, he also knew that making noises should be moderate, so he walked to the corner and picked up his wig, then took off the white skirt that he wore over his uniform, and went to find water in the house to wash his clothes.
About ten minutes later, Cable woke up Deadpool who was sleeping against the corner and threw his belt over.
"Wear it, it's repaired. Fortunately, it's me who's here. Having this arm means there are a lot of technological tools that can be used. If it had been Iron Man instead, he might not be able to repair it well tomorrow."
Cable's left arm is a mechanical hand. Although it is not a nanomachine that can be deformed at will, it integrates many small functions like a Swiss Army Knife.
It integrates common gadgets including hacking into computers, stealing cars and picking locks.
With this 'toolbox', he was able to repair this belt in a short time. Now he understands why Deathstroke threw him here instead of someone else.
"Wow, your craftsmanship is still so good." Rubbing the shit in his eyes with one hand and putting the belt on his waist with the other, Deadpool pouted and blew a kiss to Cable: "Just do it faster next time, I'm waiting for you
I had to fall asleep. In my dream, I was surrounded by a group of idiots, and they all defiled me severely. You could have saved me earlier."
Even though he said this, Deadpool had a lewd smile on his face. Apparently he didn't think being tainted was a bad thing.
"Stop talking nonsense. Temporarily manufactured parts are not reliable. It's best for us to go back to Earth 40K now and get some more suitable replacement parts." Cable ignored the nonsense part and directly stated his arrangement: "
You probably don’t have it at home, so go to my house.”
"Okay, my work is almost done. Now the Hand of Creation is killing mushroom zombies in many worlds. I can just go back and lead them to Diversity 2."
Deadpool lowered his head to adjust the dial on his belt buckle, looking for the appropriate time and space coordinates:
"Would you like to have a dinner together tonight? I'll invite the taxi driver and the slutty teenager with lace hair. I'm craving British food. How about a starry sky pie? I met a driver some time ago.
The guy at the pizza place, if you give him some money, he should be able to do it for us."
"Are you sure the people you know are still on the earth and have not gone to space?" Cable poured cold water on him. He shattered Wade's idea, grabbed the big gun on the table and put it on his back: "It's better to go back first.
Let’s put it aside, I don’t like the atmosphere here.”
"Yes, this world just doesn't feel right to me. It's missing 'that energy'. Alas, it's that energy. I can't describe it specifically." Deadpool stood up and put away the white clothes he had left to dry.
Skirt, put the wig back into his trouser pocket, reached out to grab the cable: "Then go home first, and then you can replace my belt with a qualified part, and then I can move on to the next step of the plan."
After saying that, he took a picture of Deadpool's portrait on his belt buckle, which was the button of the teleportation device.
A flash of white light flashed, and the two disappeared into the narrow and uncomfortable basement, leaving only a pile of messy footprints in the dust.
But none of them saw that after the two teleported away, the huge green eyes in the sky near this world disappeared. The huge falcon twisted its head and looked in another direction, tilted its head and made a gesture in the void.
Thinking, then the olecranon position formed an anthropomorphic smile.
It flapped its wings and instantly entered a state of super-light movement, turning into a green light and chasing the two in the direction they left.
Yes, it can see it all the time, but it doesn't want to waste time on the hard-to-kill Brownie. Instead, it deliberately pretends to be stupid and keeps observing. It wants to find where the Brownie's lair is and destroy it completely.
Lose.
These are all necessary sacrifices for the survival of the universe, and human beings are on the list of sacrifices at this time.
"Sheriff, Deadpool was fished out by Cable, but there is bad news."
Su Ming, who was having a heart-to-heart chat with Green Arrow, heard the report from the adjutant's projection and saw the current scene:
"They were targeted by the Falcon during the transmission. At this time, I controlled the TVA headquarters to lengthen the time stream they were in, so that we had time to make some arrangements."
At this point, the adjutant sighed. The opponent looked like an eagle. This kind of animal is famous for its eyesight. Deadpool's deceitful appearance almost allowed her to dig her toes into the space alloy armor plate.
.
Fortunately, she had been paying attention to this matter and adopted a backup plan halfway through, modifying the flow of time between the two worlds.
Although Deadpool and Cable are still in the process of being transported, the time leading DC to this place has almost stood still.
In this way, there is room for maneuver.
"If the judge comes now, I don't have time to receive him." Su Ming looked at the non-existent 'air watch' on his wrist and shook his head: "After Batman grabs the sorcerer and sets off, I will follow him. Firstly, for
Insurance, and secondly, to prevent him from going crazy, so let others deal with the Origin Falcon."
"What do you mean?" The adjutant needed a clearer instruction.
"Send Deadpool and Cable to Mother Night's garden. I helped kill her sister, let her monopolize the concept of 'nothingness', and found her a new husband. This means that she owes me
, now it’s time to pay back.”
After thinking for a while, Su Ming selected a target that was powerful enough and asked Deadpool and Cable to lead the Falcon there, so that the flat-haired beast could drink from it.
Even though the Origin Falcon is a polymer of energy, it doesn't actually have feathers, but that's pretty much it.