I’m just a Superman Chapter 139: : The praying mantis catches the cicada, the oriole is behind

"Fuckyou!!!"

Deadpool’s mouthpiece obviously couldn’t be compared with Naruto-like characters. In a shout of anger, a **** flashed from behind the concrete pillar and gestured towards Deadpool.

However, it was this short gap of less than a second that was accurately captured by Deadpool, and a barrel was immediately stretched out.

Bang——

"Ah!!!"

Hearing the screams coming from the opposite side, Deadpool puts his muzzle upright in front of him like a cowboy: "Perfect shooting, I will give myself 28 points, very good..."

Before he finished speaking, a hunk roar echoed in the room: "Don't smoke gun smoke there like an idiot! Come and help!"

"Okay, I'll come and help as soon as I'm done." Deadpool replied calmly, and reached out and put the pistol back into the holster, with a chuckle, he placed the two alloy steel handles. The knife was in his hand.

Press the button on the belt, time and space converge instantly, and with a swish, the figure of Deadpool flashes in the empty building like an afterimage.

The tearing sound of flesh and blood sounded, and the red blood was constructed like a fountain, drawing on the walls and the ground an ‘art’ work that is difficult for humans to appreciate.

Thanks to the help of the belt of time and space, Deadpool successfully jumped out of the complicated timeline transformation, so he was able to keep the belt.

Although the whole process sounds like time paradoxes everywhere, in fact, in a world like Marvel, time is inherently not rigorous.

However, there is a price to pay for everything. Deadpool succeeded in saving the belt, but the price was that some core parts of the belt had some irreparable damage.

In other words, before the belt is repaired, he can only travel through a limited space in the current world, and cannot come and go as freely as before.

Otherwise, he is still tossing about something like now, wouldn't it be fragrant to hold a missile directly on Ajax's face?

The reality is that he now needs to input stable space coordinates to travel through space. In his own words, "ghosts" are better than him. Note 1

"You should do it earlier."

Logan was naked, his face was cold, his majestic muscles were filled with bullet holes, but as time passed, the wounds healed quickly, and the bullets inside were pushed out by the new force. Fell to the ground.

"Moreover, if you don't leave a living mouth, next time we may not be as lucky as we are to continue to find other sites in the workshop."

"Shit! I forgot!" Holding his head, Deadpool knelt on the ground in pain, wailing, making Logan distraught.

Shaking his head, he chose to give up the neurosis and put on the leather jacket he took off when he came over. With the roar of a string of motors, Logan disappeared into the field in a motorcycle with a sense of age.

Only when he drove the motorcycle to throw out the howling ghost and wolf behind him, a sudden weight fell on the seat behind the motorcycle, and the nasty voice echoed again.

"Hey! Did you leave me like this? It's so sad! Anyway, we are also friends in trouble who once met naked..."

Hearing the extremely ambiguous words of Deadpool, Logan's face suddenly went dark: "If you don't close your mouth again, I will really throw you off and let you find you alone. The little lover of Ajax settled accounts."

"Okay, you grasp my point, I shut up." Deadpool shrugged helplessly, and obediently made a zipper movement, but it only calmed down for less than three minutes. , He unzipped the zipper again.

"Fuck....." Logan sighed, apparently helpless.

Street bar.

"Deadpool, are you back alive again?!"

"Hey, I know you are expecting me to die to get a bet, but if you can't tell it, we can still be friends who live and die together."

"Go, whoever wants to be a life-and-death friend with your head is the guy temporarily attached to the neck. Even if you do, I think Logan must be more suitable than you, a pervert who likes to wear tights."

"At least he looks like a normal person, and you? Maybe one day you will be shot as a pervert who likes to wear tights."

"You are so sad that you actually said that to me. I decided not to pay you for today's wine unless you apologize to me."

"Fuck off with this glass of wine, then." The bartender pushed the wine out and scolded with a smile: "From the time I met you until now, how many times have you been drinking with me without a credit?"

"I always remember that I had always paid for it properly before I didn't put on this tights."

"Yes, yes, but you haven't paid for it since you put on this dress. What's the reason? You can't put anything on the superhero, it will make the look unsightly."

The Mole shrugged indifferently: "To be honest, Wade, if you can be a superhero, I don't think those guys in the White House can be considered villains."

"In fact, in order to protect the reputation of the people in the White House, I don’t think I am a superhero anymore." Deadpool came right away: "I think I can build a new genre. What do you think of the name anti-hero? , It sounds cool."

"Yes, at first it sounds like you are an anti-superheroist. With your tights, I think people will most likely think you are a super villain."

"Perhaps they will choose to call 119 to take you away, but before you are taken away, the superhero might jump out and beat you up first."

"Superheroes? They can't beat me." Deadpool smiled strangely: "I have a brilliant record of defeating all superheroes and villains!"

"While you **** while flipping through comics in this suit?"

"You are so disgusting." Deadpool made a nasty look, causing Mole to be speechless for a while: "Get rid of, you didn't disgust me so much before."

"That was before, I think I treat you very well now..."

"This is true, except that you don't pay for drinking, at least you won't order ladies' wine like before to make my customers less one or two people."

"Oh~ Mole, we are friends..."

"If you are willing to give me money, you will be my best friend, I swear!"

"Fuckyou!!!" Deadpool raised a **** angrily, and responded with Mole's contempt: "Fuckyou..."

After a cordial and friendly greeting, Deadpool got the topic back on track: "The homework is over, now we should talk about other things."

"Dan, I have a piece of information here that might be of interest to you." Mole reached out and took a picture of a document from the bar, then pressed it with a wine glass: "But there is a price."

"Of course." Seeing himself on the folder through the thick glass bottom, Deadpool reached out and took out a bank card from his crotch and put it on the table before saying: "This folder The one above seems to be a new icon, have you changed the door?"

"No, it's the same as before." The Mole swiped the money away, and then removed the glass: "It's just a different name. Maybe those people think Heijin's name is better than the one from Continental Hotel."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, it sounds like Keanu Reeves wants to avenge the dog more difficultly."

Deadpool muttered to himself for a while, opened the file bag and added the note to him, then stood up and pulled Logan out of the bar.

Thanks to Li Wei's whim, umbrella companies with three main departments, red, white and blue, have been established in full swing. Among them, the former Continental Hotel was the first to be incorporated.

No, it should now be called the outer intelligence and assassination organization of the Red Umbrella Department-Black Gold.

Although the previous series of affixes make it sound a bit low, the power it possesses is completely different from the loose high table organization in the past.

Facts have proved that in the face of family survival and personal life and death, face and other things are not important at all. Since Mellon disappeared, all the elders have recognized their position.

In this way, the power brought about by the centralized system made the reorganized black gold forces once controlled most of the black world, and the remaining half only existed because they were not involved in that kind of business.

Deadpool, who jumped to the time, naturally wouldn't know what his intelligence source Heijin had to do with Li Wei. What he also didn't know was that his information had already been aggregated and sent to Li Wei.

Before that, information about him and Logan had appeared on more people's cases, and Stryker was one of them.

Lack of Logan’s very important link. Although Stryker still established an X unit, there was no saber-toothed tiger who knew Logan well, plus Logan’s absence. At this time, this team The combat power is not strong.

Therefore, ambush is a more important tactic.

Brooklyn Naval Shipyard.

Since it was abandoned many years ago, this shipyard with a lot of history has been abandoned today, so it has become a gathering place for many snakes, rats and mosquitoes.

Because of its superior conditions, a group headed by Ajax decided to re-establish a mutant production workshop here.

It's just that Deadpool, who got the news from Black Gold, had already locked it here early, and the Stryker X squad who followed Deadpool had also locked it here.

"Are you sure you want to choose the place here?" The Sand Angel stood in the abandoned shipyard and looked at the river in the distance: "Too many people."

"People are qualified production materials. The more the better." Ajax showed a smile on his face: "I have signed two long-term contracts. I must restart as soon as possible to replenish the supply. Here hi is the most suitable. Place."

"It's up to you." The sand angel chewed the gum, turned his head to the outside, exerted his hands, and lightly carried hundreds of kilograms of equipment on his body: "I'll unload the goods first."

Outside the shipyard, Team X lurked at the predetermined location and took out the walkie-talkie: "Sir, we found other people at the scene. They seem to be conducting human transactions."

"Don't worry." Stryker's eyes were calm: "Remember your goal, the goal does not appear, don't intervene in anything else."

"Yes, sir!"

As a professional team, although most of the members of Team X are mutants, over the years, after Stryker's continuous transformation, their views on good and evil have become thinner.

It is not a big deal for them to witness Ajax conducting human experiments, and only the goal is cold in their eyes at this time.

A few days later.

"Here, it's here." Happy tossing aside the children's toy car that didn't match the body shape he picked up from the side of the road, Deadpool breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the shipyard chief who was shrouded in darkness in front of him. .

Behind him, Logan had already had a look of contempt. Obviously, he was speechless to this temporary companion from the bottom of his heart.

"Hurry up, use your baby sling, rush in and kill all the people, and then I'm going to have a drink."

Deadpool looked down at the dimly colored belt: "It sounds like a good idea, but to prevent me from fusing with the concrete pillar, I think it's safer to walk in."

"Didn't you buy a structural drawing of the building?" Logan IQ Online raised the question, greeted with the incredible tone of Deadpool.

"Hey, this is the Navy Shipyard, do you know how much it will cost to buy a structural drawing of the building?"

"That's what I said." Logan drew out his cigar and exhaled smoke: "After all, you have fallen to the point where you need to ask an old lady if you need sex."

"But even an old lady can't look down on my skin. The only one who can soothe my soul is Vanessa."

Deadpool spit out, and then took advantage of the night to sneak into the shipyard with Logan.

Outside.

"Sir, found the target, they have entered the shipyard."

"Prepare to launch an attack." Stryker's eyes skipped a sharp light: "Remember, in addition to those two goals, the one named Ajax has to live, I keep him for other purposes. ."

An order was given, and in the night, the sound of the'ghost' disappeared instantly, and a few teammates entered the shipyard quietly together~IndoMTL.com~The success rate is too low and must be increased. The amount of medicine and the degree of stimulation. "Ajax flipped through the experimental materials, frowning: "I need to buy some new equipment. "

"For example?"

"It may be a good idea to take human torture before." Ajax frowned, thinking of the punishment invented by humans to torture his compatriots in history: "If it is those, the pain may be enough."

"By the way, buy more experimental materials from the Life Foundation. Haven't they already expanded the coverage of materials outside of New York."

"Why don't you go directly to Africa? There are enough people there, and no one will care?" The sandstorm angel said casually.

"But what my employers like is the source of white skin color, and the traffic conditions in Africa are not conducive to delivery." Ajax explained, then stared at the computer screen.

"Take someone to the B area to see, there seems to be two rats mixed in there, it seems that they are the two **** guys again."