End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Ding Ding!

Jingle! !

In the basement of the second-story building, Russell dismantled the operating table and knocked out a set of armor with existing materials.

Helmet visor, breastplate, shoulder pads, hand guards, leg armor, 360 degrees without dead angle, all-round protection of every corner of the body.

After spraying it with black and red matte spray paint, a set of full-body armor that resembles the death knell is complete. On the helmet, because Russell's eyes are sound, it is different from the death knell, and two ventilated skylights are opened.

With his own ability, the decorative significance of this set of armor is greater than the practicality, it doesn't matter whether he has it or not. But Deadpool likes to play, and he also found it very interesting, so he built a set on the spot.

Not to mention, the two Sand Eagle Gods are placed on the sides of the thighs, and the Adamant alloy knife is carried on the back, which is really a bit of the cold demeanor of Cousin Deadpool.

Originally, according to Deadpool's intention, superhero uniforms only need to be prominent and eye-catching, and don't need to be too complicated, such as tights, but Russell decisively refused.

It's too shameful to wear tights, no matter if you wear squares or triangles inside, it's easy to show traces. It doesn't work if you don't wear it. First, you are not used to it, and you lack a sense of security. Second, being too big and having no friends will hit others.

"Russell, how did you do it?"

Deadpool was stunned, because he watched the whole process and found that the only tool Russell used to build the armor was a hammer.

"Isn't this the professional skill of a superhero?"

"what?"

"In any event, there's a brand new uniform."

"..."

Deadpool was speechless, bowed his head silently, and sewed his own hood with a needle and thread.

It's too bad that the new member is so talented, he can create the world with a hammer, and he is under a lot of pressure as the captain. But he can't say, he has to pretend he is fine, but the armor is heresy, he just likes the haughty look of tights.

Seeing Deadpool struggling to sew his uniform, poking his fingers with needles from time to time, and trembling all over his body, Russell sneered, smelling the pleasant lemon sour smell in the air, he turned around and took out a bottle of red wine from the bookcase.

"Wade, would you like a glass of 82 Lafite?" Russell knocked on two goblets.

"Of course, in order to celebrate the X-Force team sailing again, there must be a drink."

Deadpool filled a glass, drank it with a slurp, and smacked his tongue feeling that the taste was not right. He didn't show it, because he was afraid that he had drunk fake wine before, and if he questioned it, it would appear that he was not good enough.

"Wade, how does it taste?"

"It's not bad, it's about the same as I used to drink."

"Really, then I'll try it too..." Russell took a sip slightly, frowned and said, "Lafite, which costs 82 US dollars, is just so-so, and I don't think it's worth the price."

"Wait, you just said... 82's Lafite..."

"That's right, Lafite for $82!"

"..."

Deadpool gritted his teeth and sewed the uniform, and slipped it on his body, showing with practical actions that there is no personal clothing in the tight-fitting superhero uniform.

"Now, superhero trainee, let Senior Deadpool teach you. On the road of professional hero, you have successfully taken your first foot,

The next step is the second step. As a collective action team hero organization, we have to have our own exclusive appearance pose. "

"Uh, there's no need for that."

Russell was cold all over his body, and his intuition told him that Deadpool's so-called pose must be very tricky. The Ginuit team and the top-level JOJO Li flashed in his mind, and his eyes instantly became alert.

"No, this is the only way for a hero."

"Then I'm not going to be a hero anymore, I'm going to be a villain!"

"..."

Two minutes later, on the roof of the second-floor building, a camera was set up, and two hilarious nine-dan figures faced the rising sun, sculpting seriously.

Deadpool knelt down on one knee, and raised his hands obliquely behind his back, like a bird spreading its wings. Russell stood behind him with his head held high, one fist tucked in his stomach and the other raised high.

"Russell, how are you feeling?"

"I feel like my IQ is dropping!"

"Don't worry, man, I'm pulling up the average."

"No, you lowered my IQ." Russell put down his clenched hand and covered his face.

"..."

"Wade, is this really okay? Would it be too shameful? I even heard someone laughing!"

"That's the laughter of the sand sculpture audience. I can hear it often. It will be fine after a while. I guarantee that if you don't listen to it a few times a day, you will feel uncomfortable all over."

As Deadpool said, he stopped what he was doing, walked to the camera, admired his heroic appearance, and soon became dissatisfied.

Because in the photo, he only showed two hands, and he was shooting Russell almost the whole time.

"Hey, buddy, this is wrong! I got the wrong position. As the captain, the soul of the X agent team, I should be in the C position."

"Hehe, Green Lantern can't even stand in the C position!"

"I don't care, I just want to stand in the C position, do the same position just now, this time I will stand behind you."

"No, absolutely not in the future."

"I am the captain!!!"

"Captain, it's almost enough. It's time for the neighbors to get up and go to work. If they are seen, they will call the police."

Russell put away the camera, pushed Deadpool back to the second floor, and the latter vented his dissatisfaction loudly with BB. After a while, he shut up and stopped talking, and looked at the photo for half an hour.

Normal people have eleven zodiac signs plus Virgo, but Deadpool is different, he is a neurotic sign. Therefore, when he exudes a temperament of being lonely and seeking comfort, you must not talk to him, otherwise he will make use of the problem and often get out of control.

Russell knew that at this time, he would leave Deadpool for a while, and no one would take care of him, and he would be fine by himself.

Deadpool pretended to be deep for half an hour, making fun of himself, sneaking up to Russell, holding a photo and saying, "Dude, I finally know what's wrong."

"Yes, it's your brain."

"I know, but that's not what I said..." Deadpool poked at the photo: "Two people can't pose well, because a triangle is the most stable structure. X-Agents need Parker!"

Russell: "..."

"Just do what you say. Let's go find Parker now. According to my understanding of Wild Parker, apart from newspaper offices and schools, the only place he haunts is the dormitory for singles."

"Do you know where his dormitory is?"

"Of course, everything about him is under my control. I sneaked in two days ago, but unfortunately he was not at home at that time, and I only found one piece of original flavor..."

"Ahem!"

"An original Spider-Man costume..."

"..."

...

In an apartment building with dilapidated walls, Peter Parker, a financially strapped hangerman, sat slumped on the head of the bed, his beard stubbled, his hair disheveled, and his bloodshot eyes lost their luster.

It has been more than 40 hours since Mary Jane was captured by Dr. Octopus. Parker tried his best to search for Dr. Octopus's whereabouts, but he met once during the period and let him escape.

After that, Dr. Octopus never appeared again. Parker searched the streets of New York all night, and caught many thieves and robbers, but he didn't even find the shadow of Dr. Octopus.

Parker was depressed. After all, it was 40 hours, and God knows what happened in that time.

Although Dr. Octopus is a scientific madman, he loved his wife deeply before he became crazy, and dismissed other women, but he is not afraid of ten thousand but just in case, after all, Mary Jane is so excellent and perfect.

Boom!

The door was knocked down!

That's right, the entire door fell to the ground, one big foot was slowly retracted, and Deadpool walked into the room with aggressive steps.

"Spiderman Peter Parker, I read your resume, congratulations, you have been admitted to the Secret Service!"

"..."

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