"My cousin asked me to find the Origin Judge and the Origin Tribunal. I'll look for them. I really want to look for them, but where should I look for them?"
In a forest with beautiful mountains and clear waters, there was a clear stream. Deadpool was sitting on a big rock beside the stream, admiring his reflection on the water, while complaining endlessly.
It was as if he was talking to his own reflection without a mask, or to an audience that did not exist. He spoke so hard that his saliva flew everywhere, causing tiny ripples on the water.
"I have only seen the green eagle, and it has been lured to Weishan Emperor to kill. What animal will be next? It is strange to say, why do the origin judges always have the image of some kind of animal? Create characters for them
Could it be that the DC employees are Indians? What about the eyes of an eagle, the strength of a bear, the speed of a leopard, etc., hiss, what is the name of that cartoon? I suddenly can’t remember it.”
This is what brain cancer is like. Deadpool knows a lot of things, but he forgets some things every moment. His brain is like a colander.
For example, things about money and women, even the dried noodles in the soup, can be picked up by this colander, and other things can be forgotten.
Deadpool once forgot the reason for his happiness and suffered from depression for a time. He couldn't laugh and wanted to commit suicide at that time, but he couldn't die.
But that night when he saw a man eating shit, he immediately laughed. He found the meaning of life and didn't want to die.
After all, life is so interesting. Although death is good, the dead and the souls don’t eat. How can you see something as interesting as seeing others eating shit? So it’s better to live.
"." The non-existent audience seemed to have told him some information.
"I see, the second Origin Judge has arrived now, right? Is it a fox?" Deadpool nodded, he casually touched a small stone and floated it on the river: "It's a pity, it's not a vixen.
, I’m actually quite interested in the vixens in the East. If I think about it carefully, it seems that I haven’t had a goblin yet?”
"." It seems that some more interactions have been initiated.
"That's right, you shouldn't talk about this kind of thing. I still want to fight for NC-17." Deadpool slapped his butt hard as punishment for speaking out, and then he chuckled: "But I have a plan.
Knowing that the second judge is a fox, I have a perfect plan. I, Deadpool, the hottest mercenary, will finish it here and now!"
This place is located deep in the Rocky Mountains, surrounded by uninhabited woodland. The people living here are either poisonous snakes or hungry wolves, and there is no need to worry about anyone's life being affected by the battle.
Of course, even if an unlucky human really dies as a result, the most Wade can do is say sorry for the wreckage, since it is absolutely impossible to pay compensation anyway.
He took out a mobile phone from his trouser pocket and dialed a number skillfully. He could see that the name he called was labor agency.
"Wai? Do you know what I want? Send it to me. Well, you also know the coordinates." He spoke into the receiver of his mobile phone, looking very natural and reasonable.
After speaking, without mentioning the delivery fee, he hung up the phone and continued to float by the river to wait.
I was lucky this time. I wonder if the blind cat encountered a dead mouse. The stone he threw hit a beaver nesting in the river, making a thud on the beaver's head.
The beaver who was building a dam fell into the water, and it took him a long time to climb up the dike made of wood in a daze. With a cursed expression, he gave Deadpool the middle finger.
It is actually very human, and the world created by Elaine is so interesting.
But an animal is an animal after all, and it can't speak. It can only squeak and jump around, and that's the end of it.
"Ah, how dare you provoke me?" Wade, who was clearly in the wrong, did not feel guilty at all. He took out his pistol, waved it and cursed at Beaver: "Didn't I accidentally hit you with a stone?
?You actually dare to give me the middle finger, do you really think that I am an animal protectionist? You have the guts to come ashore, I happen to be short of a leather hat."
In the era of digging in the West, beaver fur hats were very popular. This kind of fur can effectively keep warm and waterproof, and the flat tail can also be used as a sheath for knives. It is widely loved by hunters.
This is of course also part of traditional American culture. The so-called pioneer spirit is to kill the indigenous people on various lands and then skin them for secondary use.
It seemed that the beaver still knew about guns. It spat into the river, glared at Deadpool unwillingly, and then crawled back to its lair in the dam. It was obviously timid.
And this victory made the corners of Deadpool's mouth turn into a '√' shape, and he once again showed a smile like the God of War and the Dragon King. He knew that he was so invincible.
Putting away his weapon, Deadpool continued to complain to the audience in the live broadcast room. He didn't give anyone a chance to react. He opened his rotten mouth and spit out a lot of nonsense like a heavy machine gun:
"That girl is good at everything, but these animals she created don't seem to know how to respect people at all. Humans are the top of the food chain on the earth, and these little animals just lack education. Believe it or not, if it were my cousin here just now
Here, the beaver has turned into a fur hat. He will not be as easy to talk to as me. Oh, who calls me a good person? You all saw it. I did a good thing today and let a pitiful person go.
Biology, in this way, since I helped an old lady cross the road at the age of eight, I finally did another good deed at the age of 34. From today on, Uncle Wade, I am back on the top of the mercenary charity list! Listen, understand
,applause!"
"."
It's unknown whether anyone applauded, but it was clear that Deadpool had gained some of the live broadcast heat and popularity, and he rubbed his hands happily.
Just when he was asking for gifts from the non-existent audience, a bald head suddenly emerged from the woods. He appeared out of nowhere, and he had never heard the other person's footsteps before.
This is a dark-skinned Mexican. Compared with many illegal immigrants who do not cut their hair, he looks relatively clean and hygienic, but there are still large oil stains on his plaid shirt and jeans.
Maybe he chooses to work in a car repair shop when he's not delivering couriers? But that's not important.
Deadpool put on his hood and stood up to greet the goods in his hands, a large paper bag. He took it and opened it, looked at the contents, then nodded with satisfaction and said to the other person in Spanish:
"Thanks, Fernando, I noticed you have a new hair style? Is it because long hair tends to attract fleas and bed bugs?"
"Well, my name is actually Malivaro, and Fernando is my cousin."
"Hey, that's it. You illegal immigrants who came to the United States all look the same. I can't recognize your faces at all. I'll give you a five-dollar tip. Let's go. This place will turn into a battlefield in a while. I