The Death Knell

The so-called disposal of failed products may have been easy in the past, but it is really difficult for Wade today.

The workers responsible for inactivating the test objects tried various methods, from kitchen knives to electric saws, from heavy machine guns to laser weapons. Even if Wade was thrown into the crematorium and roasted, he would not die.

The guy was even chatting with the non-existent audience in the blazing flames, saying that he was burning himself in the oven and asking for rewards.

There is no way, it can't be killed, and it can't be thrown out directly, so we have to find a place to lock it up.

So Wade was anesthetized and transferred to a secret dark cell. It was dark and dark. In addition to him, there were also some weird experimental failures that were also locked up here.

Each person had a cell with a bed and a toilet, but it was not an inhumane prison. The prison provided Wade with a large number of shameful magazines in exchange for him talking as little as possible.

No way, if he doesn't find something to do, even if it's something like masturbating, he'll chat loudly with the prison guards and drive them crazy with endless nonsense.

After being imprisoned for about a week, he had already driven a company of people crazy. When people looked at his rotten chrysanthemum-like face and heard his mean voice, their minds would often go blank and they could not think of each other. connected.

Magazines for silence, this is a deal, and mercenaries are always dissatisfied with deals.

"I guess I look like a human hot dog now, maybe with yellow mustard on it."

Wade was lying on the bed with his legs crossed, flipping through a magazine in his hand. He was not wearing any clothes because skin cancer had caused constant decay on his chest and belly. In recent days, he had been bleeding yellow pus, making his clothes sticky. uncomfortable.

"Speaking of old friends, I feel that being here is scarier than having cancer. After all, you still have freedom if you have cancer. I don't have any activities here except masturbating every day. The amount of exercise is too low and I will gain weight over time. .”

It was quiet in the cell, and Wade communicated through his own thoughts and the black and red dialog box that popped up above his head.

"What? You want me to escape from prison? This is possible. Why didn't I think of it before? I can escape from prison!"

Wade sat up, put his arms on his thighs, and sat on the edge of the bed with his head lowered, thinking. He looked solemn and serious:

"I can tell at a glance that the guy on patrol is a gay. After all, anyone who can tolerate my face now is mentally ill or perverted. If I use my anus to seduce him, he will probably find a way to go to prison to fuck me. In this way, I I can take the opportunity to kill him, take away his keys and weapons, and then release all the test subjects as cannon fodder while I sneak out of the sewers, just like in The Shawshank Redemption.”

"I am indeed a gay, but I am not mentally retarded. What do you mean by telling me about your escape plan in front of me?"

A voice suddenly sounded next to him, and when he turned around, the fat jailer was looking at him evilly outside the iron bars, with the electric baton still beating in his hand.

Wade scratched his head in embarrassment:

"Uh...did I just say it? Or are you hallucinating? If you need a doctor, I can introduce you to one."

"You said it, although I have special XP, the more filthy and disgusting things are, the more excited I am, and your anus is no exception." The jailer licked his lips with his thick tongue and shook his head with some regret: " But now that I know your plan, you can’t even try to seduce me, silly X.”

"Gan!"

Wade grinned and stamped his foot. Why couldn't he control his mouth?

At this time, the jailer suddenly rolled his eyes and stood up from the ground with his feet, twitching like a fish out of water, and his pants were instantly soaked.

"Hiss! Just fantasizing about my anus and fucking the air are you here?" Wade took a breath and showed a thumbs up with admiration. After his thumb fell off, he quickly picked it up from the ground and put it together: "You can actually float against gravity by relying on your imagination. I would like to call you the strongest, but since I make you so happy as a side dish of your fantasy, can you let me out?"

But the next second, the fat jailer exploded silently, and a large amount of blood and meat flew over the fence, turning Wade into a bloody man instantly.

The large intestine full of feces and fat wrapped around his neck and almost suffocated him.

A flash of red light lit up in the dark corridor, and right where Fatty had been standing, a figure wearing black and yellow armor appeared. He was shaking his brains off, and a hoarse, devilish voice sounded:

"Wade, are you ready to go home?"

"Wait, Deathstroke? I think I know you, how long did we meet... By the way, when you say go home, you don't mean 'go back to your hometown,' right? Some places like to send murderers back to their hometown. "

Wade pulled off the intestines from his neck and went to the toilet to get his clothes, looking a little hesitant.

He was trying his best to think, but it was clear that brain cancer and the experiment had affected his memory.

"What are you talking about? I'm your cousin, and I'm here to save you."

Su Ming stretched out his hand and grabbed it. The lock on the cell door was crushed into a ball like soft mud, and Wade was free again.

The heavy iron door creaked and slowly opened.

"Those bad guys may have damaged my brain. I feel that you are very familiar and related to me, but I can't remember your real name and face." Wade knocked his head and said with some distress: " Don’t leave in a hurry, let’s figure out the relationship between the characters, okay? Since you didn’t vomit when I saw you, I suspect you are mentally ill.”

"Whatever you want, just ask whatever you want." Su Ming crossed his arms and walked into the cell. He picked up the magazine on the bed and looked at it. After finding some suspicious white mucus on it, he threw it aside and wiped it on the wall. Hand: "I killed all the guards in the prison and destroyed the surveillance cameras. We have at least half an hour to chat."

Wade nodded. He took his clothes as a package and packed the magazines:

"Let's start with your name first, and then introduce basic information such as your occupation, personal hobbies, and which hand you like to use when masturbating. If you say he is my cousin, he should have a lot in common with me. Right? Otherwise, how can we be relatives?"

The strangulation slowly seeped into the skin, revealing the face of Deathstroke: "You are Wade Wilson, I am Slade Wilson, we are cousins..."

"Wait, if our last name is Wilson, shouldn't we be cousins?"

Wade shook his head repeatedly. Although he had some amnesia, it didn't mean he was stupid.

"You're wrong, that's a normal situation." Su Ming shook his head very calmly, and took out a small pistol from his pocket for his cousin to defend himself: "Actually, we have the same father and half, and your mother is the mistress, so we are the cousins. Brother."

Wade suddenly realized that just like Vanessa and her little sisters, a group of women could become sisters because of a man, so that their children would have a cousin relationship.

"So that's it. My mind is very confused now. I only remember that I was an orphan. There are too many things that I can't remember. Are my parents dead?"

"They're all dead."

Deathstroke opened his eyes and told lies. Anyway, this is something that cannot be confirmed.

"I understand, you do look a lot like me when I was handsome before, and the audience also made me believe you." Wade put a bag full of magazines around his neck, picked up the gun on the bed and walked quickly outside the prison. Walked away: "Cousin, let's go, some bitches ruined my face, I have to settle a score with them..."

Su Ming raised his mask and followed the running Wade. His voice was still dark and hoarse, and he said:

"Here we come, brother."