American comics: This guy is crazy

"who is he?"

A white-haired Storm walked into the classroom holding her textbook.

We saw Wade pretending to be a teacher again, and a complete stranger looking at the ceiling.

"Back off, he's a lunatic and I'm giving him therapy."

As soon as Wade took off his wig, he took out both guns and pointed them at Allen, shouting: "Hold your head with your hands and squat down, otherwise, you will receive my love bullet."

"Shet, I knew you wanted to kill me and become the male protagonist of this book."

Allen lifted up his clothes and patted his belly, and said with a spicy accent: "Come on, I have magical powers of labor and capital to protect my body. I am invulnerable. Come on, come on and beat me up. I'm afraid of you."

"I actually fired."

"When there are many people in Dunengir, come on!"

"Just think I don't dare."

With two clicks, the bullet was loaded.

"When I was being studied, I was still chatting and laughing with the attending doctor, saying, stop beeping, come on."

Allen had lifted his hospital gown up to his chest, and the oil-based pen hidden under his arm was exposed.

"Stop, this is school."

Storm Ororo Monroe couldn't bear to see the two madmen messing around, and said angrily: "Get out of the classroom yourself, or I will throw you out."

As he spoke, Ororo's eyes turned white, lightning was hidden in Wufeng's white hair, and whirlwinds gathered in the palms of his hands.

Allen and Wade looked at Storm together and couldn't help but joke.

"If it were to be made into a movie, she would definitely have very few roles. The special effects would be too expensive. If I were the director, I would shoot her to death first." Allen analyzed carefully.

"I agree. Only a popular character like me with personality and simple combat will have the opportunity to make a personal movie." Wade boasted.

"You have already released two independent films, and the third one has not been released yet. There are several romantic action films in Europe and the United States, and she seems to be the heroine. I fast forwarded, and the expression was too fake."

"Marvel Studios is so poor that they are entering adult film and television."

"They were all taken by unauthorized adult companies. When I logged into the website using my doctor's computer, risk warnings often popped up. I was smart enough to ignore the warnings."

"..."

Wedderton felt that this person was definitely not a kind person, and he was a little overwhelmed.

Suddenly, Allen rolled his eyes and collapsed to the ground.

"Get out of my head, otherwise, I will blow my head off immediately."

Wade pointed the gun at his head and warned Professor X to stop the mind invasion.

"Okay, I'll bring someone over right away."

Putting away his guns, Wade picked up the unconscious Allen.

…

In Allen's conscious space.

Charles uses his psychic powers to inspect the school every day and discovers a scene in the classroom.

Suddenly, there is a stranger, and it is inevitable to be very wary.

The existence of mutants is suppressed from the official level, so we have to be vigilant at all times to prevent forces from all parties from taking advantage of the situation.

After all, mutants' superpowers have high research value. If used properly, they can be used in wars to reverse the situation.

As soon as he entered the other party's conscious space, Charles felt something was wrong.

If you were an ordinary person, your consciousness space would have already taken over and you could change and control the scene at will.

But now it's completely white. When you walk in front of a white wall, you can't get closer to it no matter what, when you're five meters away.

There is a window on the white wall, and half of the head of a strange and nervous young man pops out.

Look at it for a few seconds.

Charles wanted to ask, but the other party spoke first.

"What are you worried about, huh?"

Allen smiled evilly: "Are you greedy for my body?"

"..."

For a moment, Charles was speechless and choked, organizing words in his mind to calm the other party's emotions.

"Hey, I won't let you see it, I won't let you see it."

Allen hid under the window and suddenly popped up: "Hey, my treasure, I'm standing in front of you, you look at me a bit like before, hey, I won't let you see, I won't let you see. "

"..."

"Yeah, look, you can't get me either, haha..."

"..."

"My left shoelace is loose, please excuse me."

"..."

"Hahaha, just kidding. I'm wearing a slipper on my left foot. My right shoelace is also loose. Please excuse me."

"..."

"Hahaha, just kidding you, I'm also wearing a slipper on my right foot. No surprise, no surprise."

"I can also teleport. Sa, can you not see me anymore? Sa, can you see me again? Sa Sa Sa Sa..."

Charles looked at Allen walking up and down in the window, his hands already clenched into fists.

It's so cheap, even worse than Deadpool. I really want to brainstorm him into cerebral palsy.

But the problem is that he can't do it. This white wall is like a moat and cannot be broken through with his current strength.

It's normal to say that Allen's two professions are at full level, and his mental power is twenty-four times that of ordinary people, which leads to the growth of mental resistance.

"Hurry up or not, can you bear this frequency?"

"Hurry up and call me handsome boy, please satisfy my vanity. Hurry up and call me, I won't let you see me if I don't call you."

"Hey..., Sa..., whether you call me or not, I'm still a pretty boy."

…

Principal room.

Charles sat in the armchair, blood already flowing from his nostrils.

He was breathing heavily, looking like he was out of breath.

"It was a mistake. This guy's mind is simply mentally polluted."

Charles secretly warned not to invade the madman's mental space unless necessary.

It hurts so much.

It made my nose bleed.

Bang!

Wade kicked the door open, carrying Allen on his shoulders, and strode in.

"The person has been brought here, do you want me to kill him immediately?" Wade threw the person on the ground and said evilly: "Don't worry, I am a professional and I will guarantee that there will be no intact body in the death."

"Damn ghost, I was so kind to you just now, but now I want to kill him. You are heartless, you are shameless, and you are unreasonable."

Allen had already woken up when Charles exited the spiritual space, and had been pretending to be dead.

"You should try burning at the stake. I've tried it and it's very exciting." Wade recommended seriously.

He once thought about committing suicide and did set himself on fire.

Although there is no pain, the feeling is never forgotten.

"Come on, you damn ghost."

Allen lay on his back, closing his eyes and looking forward to it.

"Get up, I have something to ask you."

Charles couldn't bear to look at the two of them, and his scalp felt numb just by standing aside.

"Please say, prince, please get up." Allen looked like he would not get up unless he said anything.

"Prince, please get up."

Wade responded cooperatively.

He didn't know why he said it, but he felt uncomfortable if he didn't say it.

"OK."

Allen straightened up, flipped up his hair, looked around, and said thankfully: "Fortunately, there is no mirror. I was almost stunned by how handsome I am."

vomit…

Wade held the wall with one hand and pretended to be retching.

"Na!"

Allen suddenly said: "The little bitch is so handsome that I have morning sickness. Fortunately, I can't see my face."

At this time, Charles had the idea of ​​​​deafing himself.

Charles gestured: "Please sit down first."

"You're welcome."

Allen sat upright on the chair, his eyes darting around, and he didn't look very smart at first glance.