The Death Knell

Su Ming was like a tourist, looking left and right at the buildings on both sides of the street. A few decades later, New York really had a dark energy, and the smell in the night was very much like Gotham.

Deadpool followed him, cutting his own intestines with a knife and then throwing it on the ground.

Just now, Deathstroke used Deadpool's neck as a spool, took out the cancerous intestines and wrapped them around it, and tied several knots. Now Wade has difficulty speaking.

"w...h...y?"

He asked the question with difficulty, not knowing why his cousin strangled himself with his intestines and stirred his stomach with a large egg beater.

Su Ming, who was walking in front, didn't look back and said in a very relaxed tone: "I'm just trying to see if I can kill you. You were seriously injured just now. I thought it was a good opportunity. If I could strangle you with my intestines, wouldn't I?" Don’t you have to go find Santa Claus?”

"Oh." Deadpool nodded, simply cut off his head with a knife, straightened out his intestines, and put the head back on, with a grateful expression: "Cousin, you really still love me, but the process is too painful, I still Not dead."

"It doesn't matter, we have plenty of opportunities, just try it slowly." Su Ming walked easily, and there was a faint heat coming from the sewage outlet on the street: "We will go to find Spider-Man next, you first find a car wash to rinse yourself .”

Wade looked around and saw an automatic car wash. He used a gun to unlock the door, went in to start the machine, and then walked into the movable jungle formed by large brushes. He turned his head in an uninhabited direction and whispered in a low voice:

"Dear viewers, my cousin actually said he wanted to see Peter. Should I let him go? My cousin is too dark. Peter's brain is not very good and his resistance is weak. If the dark virus infects Peter, in order not to By turning the little spider into a zombie, I'm afraid I can only kill the Dutch brother. What? You said that Deathstroke abused me just now? Because the negative sonic 'tattletale' warhead betrayed me? Of course I know, but like me Handsome people always need to pretend to be stupid, otherwise their lumbar spine and kidneys will not be able to bear it.”

The roller brush covered with long hair came from all directions with great force, and Wade was like a small boat flipping up and down in the foamy ocean of detergent.

He sighed and was slowly transported to the finish line by the conveyor belt in a posture like a reclining Buddha: "My cousin is that kind of person. What I tell you is the truth. He sees his shortcomings but never corrects them. Alas, forget it. , after all, you can’t force it, it’s enough for me to be the only perfect person in the world.”

Coming out of the assembly line, Wade shook his body like a wild dog after swimming.

"There was a barrage just now saying that my cousin can actually easily locate Santa Claus? In fact, I can too, but wouldn't that be fun?" Under the red and black mask, Wade's pizza face showed a smile: "Actually, I just need to find Domino to join the team, and I can find Santa Claus just walking around the streets, but do you know why rich people bring chefs with them when they go hiking? Haha..."

"What are you talking to yourself about? Come on!"

Su Ming saw Wade standing outside the car wash, dancing, as if he had been electrocuted, laughing weirdly, and shouted helplessly.

"Here it comes!" Wade jumped up to his cousin like a little girl, turned around and whispered: "Viewers, please click and follow. Double-click 666 to make me feel better. For now, today's live broadcast is Christmas between me and my cousin, don’t go away...Don’t say I’m dark, I’m a sunny man!”

............

This year's Christmas is not too cold. There should be no little match girl freezing to death next to the trash can. The city is brightly lit, and the two people walking on the road can hear the laughter from the residential buildings from time to time. And the sound of music.

The security situation in Queens is slightly better than that in Brooklyn. At least the trees on the streets are wrapped with fairy lights, and the streets are brighter when walking at night.

Wade held a big snowball in his hand and was tinkering with it to make it look rounder. This was a Christmas gift he was going to give to Little Spider.

"Slade, we're here."

Su Ming raised his head and looked at the small second floor in front of him. This was Peter's home. Even across the road, he could smell some delicious dishes.

Of course, it would be better if Deadpool wasn't around, and now I have no appetite at all.

"They look like they are having dinner." Su Ming could see a corner of the restaurant on the first floor, where shadows were shaking under the yellowish light.

"Mei is good at cooking." Deadpool did not argue this time. He stretched out his hand to hold Su Ming, and the two hid behind the bushes in front of Peter's house. The stairs obscured their figures.

"Have you eaten?" Su Ming glanced at him. It was impossible for Spider-Man to eat with Deadpool. Little Peter was not the kind of hero with a particularly strong willpower.

"No, but look who that is." Wade lowered his voice and pointed in the direction of the door.

I saw Aunt Mei just sending someone out. The middle-aged man was wearing a sophisticated handmade suit and a charming mustache, but he didn't look serious at first glance.

"Although I am very busy, making millions every minute, it is not impossible to stay for dinner. After all, I also like Peter very much. He is a good boy." Although the middle-aged man said this, his eyes looked like Staring at Mei like a light bulb, it's about to emit light.

The young version of Aunt May's mouth twitched, but she still maintained her ladylike demeanor: "No, Mr. Stark, you'd better spend Christmas Eve with your girlfriends."

"Well, Peter, if you ever want a step-uncle, give me a call."

Tony didn't bother, he winked at Peter and raised his hand to make a phone call gesture.

"hehe......"

Peter stood behind Aunt May and could only smile dryly. He didn't want a step-uncle at all, and he had never even heard of the term step uncle.

It seems that the playboy Iron Man has his sights set on his Aunt May, what should he do? I’ll have to check online soon after I finish my meal.

Tony didn't care either. He never cared about other people's eyes. He showed Mei what he thought was a chic smile, turned around and walked down the steps, stood on the side of the road and said, "Friday, activate the armor."

I saw nano-armor flowing out from the skin of his body, quickly forming pieces of armor plates and mechanical structures, and snapping together to assemble a complete Iron Man. Then Tony's feet breathed fire, and his hands were placed on both sides of his body in a girlish manner. Fly into the night sky.

Seeing Iron Man disappear, Aunt May's face dropped, and she poked Peter in the head with her finger: "I don't object to you becoming a superhero, but you are not allowed to learn from him, you know? If you also become a scumbag, I will I’ll sever ties with you!”

"I know, Auntie, but Iron Man is a hero and he saved our world." Peter shrank his neck very honestly and turned back to the house.

May closed the door, maybe because of the cold wind, maybe because of Tony's greasiness, which gave goosebumps to her arms.

She quickly touched the back of her hand, and her hair grew like a cat: "You are not allowed to defend the scumbag."

"I don't, Auntie." Peter waved his hands quickly: "Rich playboys and the like are the most annoying."

"Well, darling, let's get ready for dinner. Go wash your hands. We all shook hands with him and need to be disinfected." Mei rubbed Peter's head and softened her expression. After all, today is Christmas Eve, and we can't do it because of a teddy bear of the same style. Stark disturbed the mood.

She put her hand on Peter's shoulder, and the two of them left the area around the door, the footsteps gradually fading away.

"Fake, it's obvious that I am the one who saved the world, but this guy Iron Man has taken all the credit from me and defaulted on my commission. I have to kill him." Wade jumped out of the grass and pulled out the knife he was carrying behind him. He raised his head to identify the direction Tony had left.

"Where's his contract with you? Let me take a look." Su Ming stood up from behind the bushes and stretched out his hand towards Wade.

Wade lowered his head and looked at the footprints on the snow on the ground, thinking about it: "That's it anyway, a verbal agreement, yes, you know the verbal agreement, right?"

Su Ming's eyes became sharp, and he saw the truth: "He didn't hire you at all, right?"

"Yes. Didn't I go to the Avengers about that thing before and found out that they were working on a time machine? I said, 'The time machine only needs a DMC12 sports car, equipped with a super engine.' They didn't believe it, even He didn't want to talk to me yet. So I said again, 'I can handle Thanos, you are all scum.' And Iron Man answered me without raising his head at that time and said, 'You go and do it. If you can, I'll give you money.' Cousin Do you think this is an agreement?"

Wade said aggrievedly, the white eyes on his mask looking listless.

Su Ming tilted his head and thought for a while: "This sounds like something like 'You can do it, I will stand on my head,' or 'If you can do it, I will go to Fake's fifth-speed electric fan.' It's just a compliment, but I support your request for salary. We mercenaries cannot be owed salary, and millions are not easy to come by."

Deadpool's little eyes turned into crescents, and he was happy: "Iron Man's weakness is women. I have a nice blond wig, and I just have a chiffon dress in my pocket. I can dress up as a woman and seduce him. He stabbed me when I was in love! Well! That’s how he was killed.”

As he talked about the plan, Wade danced his sword excitedly, and the carbon nanosteel swords reflected brightly under the moonlight.

"..." Su Ming looked at Wade with the eyes of an imbecile: "Don't you have a more feasible plan? As long as he sees the red and black mask under the wig, he can't follow you. Is it a big bed?"

"Well...that's a question. How about you give it a try?" Wade tilted his head.

"Haha." Su Ming smiled but said nothing.

"Cousin, your hands are slipping again?" Wade looked down at the big hole in his stomach. The God Killer was changing from ice cream to a round instrument and back to a scimitar.

"No, this time it was my weapon that slipped on its own."

Su Ming approached the window, poked half of his head out from under the window sill, and peeped at Peter's family's dinner process, completely ignoring Deadpool who was bleeding all over the floor behind him.