I’m just a Superman Chapter 102: : The Bizarre Adventure of Deadpool

Fry is gone, with a stomachache.

Levy didn't cause any harm to his body, but Fury felt that his mind was under pressure all the time.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s set of words to protect the world as its mission can be effective for most people with a heroic heart, even if it does not take effect immediately, it can plant a seed.

Whether it’s the American team decades ago or the surprise of defending peace in the universe, they all eat this set, but this method has failed in the face of Li Wei.

Superheroes, defend mankind.

It sounds great, but it is actually a chain carefully prepared by humans with limited power for those otherworldly superpowers.

Acknowledging the title of superhero means putting an invisible psychological shackle on oneself. Once you do something, you may face more severe criticism.

Li Wei doesn't know what the development of this Marvel world looks like.

But he still remembers being pointed at Zhang Mazi with a gun, just because he is a good person in the eyes of others.

Although it was only a film and television work, Li Wei's experience of helping people bring food and turn them into evil people told him that good people are hard to do, and some people don't understand how good people are. Note 1

Therefore, even if the above scene may be repeated, Li Wei must be the person who pointed the ‘gun’ at others, not the good person who was pointed at.

It is Li Wei's mentality that I would rather tell me to lose the world's people than to let the world's people lose me.

Anyway, this world had nothing to do with the earth he lived in before. He did these things without any psychological burden.

Lee Wei's attitude is so tough that Fury feels helpless.

A simple meeting broke up unhappily. After leaving the three-dimensional villa, Fury began to think inwardly about how to limit Li Wei.

Li Wei naturally doesn't know what Fury is thinking, but even if he knows it, he won't care too much, because he has enough power to protect himself.

...

New York Police Department.

"You said your name is Wade Wilson?"

George holds the information in one hand, and looks at the headgear with his eyes slanting. He looks like a deadpool with a large avocado: "But the appearance of Wade Wilson and you shown in the photo is very different. Big discrepancies."

"That's because I first suffered a brutal experiment, and then I faced a super terrifying explosion."

"The pain in it is even more painful than using an electric drill to drill a chrysanthemum. Don't ask me if I really have that pain. I have tried it, and it is indeed painful."

"If I can, I really want to get back my handsome face, you know, it's a handsome face that makes Vanessa's head overwhelmed."

"That **** Ajax ruined all of this, but fortunately, I have sent him to hell, so you don't have to sympathize with my miserable experience too much."

"If possible, I am really willing to exchange death for my handsome face. Unfortunately, I will not die, so I will never find my face."

"Oh, by the way, I suddenly remembered, your name is George Stacey, isn't it?" Deadpool suddenly looked at Chief George.

"You are a celebrity. The famous little red spider may become your son-in-law in the future...maybe your daughter, provided that the black boy with the erected head is not the one who appears."

"But it is also possible that you will lose your daughter, so that your Spider-Man son-in-law will have no hope."

"The baby in the pajamas known as the good citizens of New York and a beautiful little white spider, this is really a difficult choice."

"But if it were me, I would definitely choose to let the red tights swing around and die of tuberculosis. After all, there is nothing more tempting than a spider woman in a white tights."

"Sorry, Vanessa, believe me, I absolutely still love you deeply. But I think it's okay to just look at it, but the big deal is to go back and let you play the "back-entry"..."

I don’t know if it’s audacious or arrogant, or both.

Before George had time to ask more questions, Deadpool, who was mentally ill, was already whispering like a bean curd.

The huge amount of information contained in this made George's eyes straighten.

After Deadpool's nonsense, George couldn't tell the truth from the false one in this guy's mouth.

He looked at Deadpool who was still chattering, closed the file after a moment of silence, turned and left: "Look at him, wait until I come back to interrogate him."

"Yes, sir."

George turned back to the office. He needed to confirm some information, so Deadpool and the fat policeman who was in charge of looking at him were left in the room.

With his eyes rolling twice, Deadpool snapped his fingers suddenly.

Slap-slap-slap-

The crisp voice kept ringing in his ears, and the fat policeman who caused the guard frowned and looked at Deadpool viciously: "Boy, listen to me, if you don’t want me to stab you with this electric baton You'd better have peace with you."

"Otherwise I will definitely make you suffer."

"What did you say?" Deadpool leaned forward, hiding his handcuffed palms in the shadow of his body, with a mocking expression on his face: "Excuse me, please speak louder. Look at my mouth. , Say-loud-sound-point, fat pig!"

"Fuck!" The insulting fat pig said every time, the face of the fat policeman in charge of guards suddenly changed. He stood up, grabbed Deadpool's collar, yanked and banged. Deadpool immediately slammed into the forged ferroalloy cage.

He looked at Deadpool, his eyes rising with anger, but before he could even say a threat, his whole body twitched quickly.

Zila-Zila-

The intensive electric current sounded continuously, and Deadpool's handcuffed wrists had broken free at some point. He reached out and grabbed the electric baton that should have been pinned to the policeman, and slammed it heavily on his lower body.

The body trembled crazily like a sieve, and the police's eyes on Deadpool began to fade: "You, you..."

"As a mercenary, it should be normal to learn how to dislocate your thumb and pick the door lock." Deadpool shrugged, took the key from his waist and then released it. The palm of his arm.

With a plop, hundreds of catties of carbohydrates fell to the ground in front of Deadpool, making him silent: "Sorry, forgot you have passed out, maybe I should support you, but the truth is ..."

"...I want to kick you far!"

Skillfully opened the prison door, Deadpool kicked him away, then rolled sideways, and the figure flickered and came to a desk.

Two long knives, pistols, magazines, and wearing the beloved red headgear by the way, just two seconds later, Deadpool stood up again: "Cheers! Deadpool is back!"

Bang——

It was not cheers that greeted him, but a gunshot and a yellow bullet.

With a swish, the bullet easily broke the somewhat inferior uniform on his body, and then was deeply embedded in his muscles, scaring him to squat down again: "What an unfriendly move."

With a mask, no one could see the expression on Deadpool's face, but from his still fragmentary words, he could hear that a bullet was not taken care of by him at all.

Hiding behind the desk, his mouth opened and his mouth started to talk again.

"Well, although there have been some slight deviations, I have now successfully got into the New York Police Department without any special attention. Let me think about what to do next... "

"I thought, I will find where the Iron Coffin Man lives first, and then I will look at the cute pajamas baby. It's a sulky name, and the nickname given to him must be a true love."

"Now, I need to sneak into the office of the New York Police Department."

In an instant, he stuck his head out, and the bullet that followed pushed him back again.

"Very good. Based on my careful observation just now, I dare to conclude that there are definitely no more than a thousand people outside. Wushuang dive mode is activated."

"The mission objective, find the required information without killing anyone, and then successfully evacuate."

"Now, the game begins! I hope those Altaïr don't think I insulted the spirit of the assassin."

With a leap, the figure of Deadpool flashed between the two desks. At the same moment, two explosive gunshots echoed in the building.

Huang Chengcheng's bullet whirled and passed at low altitude, and instantly pierced a few thick legs.

"Fuck! I was hit!"

"No!!"

The screams sounded, and Deadpool took a deep breath again: "Two birds with one stone, four people were solved, so I think the three-three tactic is better."

The voice fell, he kicked his feet, and the whole person slid out on the smooth floor.

Boom--

Two more shots were fired, and four police officers exited the battlefield holding the calf hit by the bullet.

Knowing that there was not enough time for him to play, the efficiency of Deadpool's operation was exceptionally fast. In just one minute, he completely broke through the entire police station.

Three minutes later, holding the information he wanted, he left the police station through the back door contentedly, listening to the police siren not far away from the street, and was happy: "Sure enough, no matter which world it is, Marvel's policemen will always It's such a dish..."

"...the same from DC."

In one sentence, he mocked the two behemoths, and Deadpool took a leisurely pace and left the scene, fumbled twice in his crotch, and took out two crumpled papers.

Looking at the crumpled text and images on it, Deadpool flicked on the paper without disgust, listening to the crisp echo, he blew a cheerful whistle: "Perfectly sneak in, just It's like Vanessa's hole in one!"

...

The news that the New York Police Department was breached by a ‘red holster actor’ with a knife was soon placed on the desk of S.H.I.E.L.D. Fury.

After all, this is not a simple vicious assault case. The one involved obviously has the ability to be immortal or super-high-speed self-healing.

Looking at the thin document narration in front of him, Fury crossed his fingers on the desk, and after a long silence, he faintly uttered a sentence: "Mom messing with Fak!"

"Cole...No, he has been sent to Stark by me, then...Agent Romanoff."

"Sir." Natasha Romanov, who was gorgeous, vicious, and well-known as a black widow, soon appeared in front of Fury.

Black Widow’s vivid S-shaped figure set off under the black combat uniform did not attract more attention from Fury. He just pushed the Deadpool information to Black Widow: "This is your next mission goal. Find him and bring him back."

After taking the file and looking through it carefully, the black widow raised her eyes slightly: "Want to live?"

"Yes." Fury nodded: "So you can go to the Equipment Department to apply for the equipment you need, provided that it does not contain weapons of mass destruction."

"I know."

A few days later, in a dirty, rancid sap-flowing damp roadway in New York, Deadpool was panting while leaning on a wall with dark green moss.

"This mad woman, mad woman, is actually more capable than your Deadpool Uncle. Fortunately, I have divorced you, and Vanessa is more considerate."

While talking, he couldn't help but reached out and touched his ass. Under the squeeze, a needle eye was punched bloodshot again by him: "I really don't know how to cherish, can you just poke there, and you poke the wrong place? Up!"

And in another lane that is 100 meters away from him.

Sitting on the same cold and damp wall, the black widow looked at the anesthesia needle whose palm was completely empty, with an unwilling expression on her face: "Sir, the mission failed. I need support. My position is xxxx. ."

Time revolves.

Uncle Deadpool's brain circuit is very different, just like a lost jungler.

Night...Sunday, after the New York police officer got the information he wanted, he did not go to see the baby in pajamas, nor did he ask Stark to help him fix the belt that might be out of order. I went to find a bar first.

Yes, that's the bar with deadpool betting. Unfortunately, this world doesn't seem to be as wild as his original world.

After all, this world has neither the brain **** nor the magnet lover. The world is much more peaceful.

Of course, the history of Heping is the same no matter which world.

Failed to find the bar where Vanessa was located, what he did next was to look for a woman named Vanessa in New York City.

He took out two pieces of paper, one of which wrote down the home addresses of the two ‘shrimp’ in a few sentences, and the remaining one was all Vanessa.

Unfortunately, not only did he fail to find Vanessa, but there was no one named Natasha.

Yes, touch porcelain, at least he himself thinks so.

It was a sunny afternoon, and a goal was crossed out. Uncle Deadpool wandered the streets of New York like a jungler who had finished hunting monsters and didn't want to catch people.

But just after he walked into an alleyway that didn't surprise Yang, Natasha, who was fiercely taller than Vanessa, stopped in front of him.

"Oh, Fuck!"

Seeing Natasha's appearance clearly, Deadpool yelled, and slipped the stiff paper back into his crotch: "Can those people really make a better girl?"

"Why does this guy exist in any world?"

"Could it be that the great Deadpool uncle is not more famous than this guy who has nothing'place' except for his beautiful appearance, hot body, and sturdy appearance~ IndoMTL.com~ I don't seem to be a good person anymore. ..."

Deadpool is still yelling, and the black widow has decisively pulled the trigger.

With a swish, an anesthetic bomb containing a high-efficiency anesthetic flew out, and shot straight towards the deadpool's chest at a speed that is difficult for ordinary people to naked eyes.

噌——

The long knife came out of its sheath, and a silver-white knife light slashed like a semicircle, and the clang split the anesthesia sheet into two.

Glancing at the medicine tube that fell on the ground, Deadpool's sword pointed at the black widow: "Don't you know? Uncle Deadpool, I can split bullets with two swords!"

"I suggest that you still throw the toy in your hand, come up and fight with me with real swords and guns. After all, we have not done anything like this before, ex-wife."