The Death Knell

However, something embarrassing happened.

Wade stepped over the corpses of the jailers, pushed open the door like a bank vault, ran outdoors along the sewer, slid to his knees in the windy and rainy mud, and opened his arms to embrace the sky:

"free!"

He slid several meters away, leaving three parallel tracks on the ground, two deep and one shallow.

But after sighing up to the sky and dancing happily to Singin' in the Rain, he realized that he didn't know where he was.

Isn't this place too remote? Not even a hair on it.

Under the night was an endless pitch-black field. The roar of wild beasts came from nowhere, and it should be wild wolves. However, the heavy rain obscured his sight, and he could not see any suspicious green eyes.

What was behind the two of them was not a city at all, just a small town. At this time, everything was in darkness.

"where is this?"

Just ask if you don't understand, and there's nothing to pretend about it with his cousin. Wade got up and looked at the death knell next to him.

"Put this on first." Deathstroke handed him a red and black mask, which looked like a couple's costume with his cousin's yellow and black uniform: "We are outside the small town of Whistler in Columbia, Canada. You may not be able to see it at night, but there are actually snow-capped mountains to the north.”

"That's it. I've heard that this place is a ski resort. Although the season is not right, cousin, do we want to go play?" Wade put on his mask and stretched out two fingers to pinch his chin. Bai's eyes narrowed, as if he could see the snow-capped mountains in the dark: "It's just that I'm a little cold, and the snot in my nose is about to flow together with the pus in my chest, suck it."

During the vacation, Su Ming didn't object to skiing, but if he went there at night, he would be full and full: "Aren't you going to kill those who tortured you?"

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot." The anger in Wade's heart was ignited again at the reminder. He was so hateful that he started break dancing on the spot: "I want to kill them and avenge my handsome little face!"

Deathstroke nodded, his red eyepiece floating in the night like a will-o'-the-wisp:

"Yes, that's what it's like to be a mercenary. If you want to take revenge, you'll kill anyone who offends you. You've done a good job these years."

"Hey, I can't remember a little bit, but that's of course after thinking about it. I'm a professional. Let's go, cousin, let them go."

Wade rubbed his hands shyly, tilted his head and leaned on his cousin's shoulder. This thick shoulder made him feel a rare sense of family affection, as if he could sleep peacefully in the next second.

"roll."

If the death knell hadn't broken his cervical spine, he might have fallen asleep.

After reattaching their heads, both of them stood still. The evening breeze blew in, bringing with it the coolness of the mountain, adding a bit of desolation.

"Don't you know where they are?"

Wade discovered the embarrassing point, that is, he did not know how he was sent to Canada, nor did he know where the laboratory he was previously in was.

Deathstroke spread his hands and looked innocent: "They are your enemies. I found you here only by asking for divination. How could I know where your enemies are? Don't you know the way?"

The poor rancid mercenary shook his head, he was trying his best to remember.

But it's really hard for humans to remember anything when their brains are also flowing out of their nostrils.

"Then let it go first, and then go back to the road to inquire about the news." Deathstroke took out some bandages to bandage Wade's chest. The skin and flesh were completely rotten, and the new granulations were crawling on the rotten flesh, and you could see the inside of the chest cavity. The beating heart has deteriorated. Block it first so as not to make it so disgusting: "Should I take you home first?"

The two white eyes on the red and black mask turned into the shape of poached eggs and undulated, fully reflecting the emotions of his master.

No one other than a doctor had ever bandaged his wounds like this. Wade was so moved that he wanted to do it:

"Thank you, cousin, not only for coming to save me, but also for being so kind to me."

"Brother, you don't have to be too polite. Of course, if you want to ask me to borrow money, it's impossible." Su Ming shook off the mucus on his hands, grabbed two handfuls of mud from the ground to wipe his hands, and rinsed them in the heavy rain. He took out another bottle of industrial alcohol and poured it on his hands, lit a fire and burned it for a while, and then activated the cosmic energy to sterilize: "I don't dislike you, I just want to show you a magic trick to adjust your mood, right now?" Much happier?"

Not to mention, setting your hands on fire, and then the rainbow-like light effects, was indeed like magic.

Wade nodded and started clapping, smiling like a monkey:

"Brother, you are so fierce. Although I have lost my memory and can't remember whether I have seen magic in the past, I think this is the best show I have ever seen, even better than the 'talking skills' of the girls at Margaret Bar." Not even close."

Forget this comparison, who calls him Deadpool?

"Hey, Monaco, open the door."

Su Ming did not compete with the prostitutes' skills. He took out a satellite phone and called Kamathaj and asked the magic prince to respond as planned.

A golden aperture instantly appeared in front of the two of them. He was carrying a positioning device. Through Sepurk's technological calculations, the three-axis coordinates could be accurate to the millimeter level. Monaco and other sorcerer reinforcements could be teleported to the Supreme at any time. Beside the mage.

The magical prince with a mustache, wearing a high-end custom-made dress, walked out of the circle of light with a smile on his face:

"Deathstroke, Deadpool, it looks like you had a great time."

"Deadpool? Me?" Wade pointed at his face.

Monaco nodded, calmly took out his handkerchief, and covered his mouth and nose. The magic blocked all the rain, and he looked like he was holding an invisible umbrella.

After getting the affirmative answer, Wade turned his head and looked into the empty air:

"So I still have a code name called Deadpool? It's pretty good. When did I come up with such a cool code name? I can't remember it, but it's okay. Guys, it doesn't matter if I lose my memory. As long as you 666 go away. Bo, I will use this code name to fight in the future and become the world’s number one mercenary!”

I don't know if a virtual and invisible gift really appeared. He also let out a gurgling laugh like a night owl, and then he was stuck in a mouthful of phlegm and coughed.

"I am the number one mercenary in the world." Su Ming raised his hand and pulled his head back: "Because I am your cousin, older than you."

Deadpool's memory is chaotic, and at this critical moment, he must often repeat his identity as a cousin to form new fixed memories for him. This can be regarded as one of the brainwashing methods.

Of course, it is more based on psychological cybernetics rather than a hypnotic system.

Wade was still not used to wearing a mask for the first time. He forgot to lift it when spitting, so he had to eat it again. As soon as Monaco saw this scene, he knew that this Deadpool was still the same as before.

The effect of the time stream is really terrible. Only the Supreme Mage and the madman dare to play with time, right?

But it was one thing to recognize someone, and another thing to feel sick. The magic prince's smell-blocking magic, which he had not used since he had not seen Deadpool for a long time, was released again at this moment.

Despite this, he took out some cooling oil from his pocket and applied a few large lumps on his temples and philtrum.

Karma Taj has not been sitting around in vain these years. Monaco has taught himself some Chinese martial arts, including knowledge such as acupoint recognition, and he also consulted Master Hamil.

Deadpool struggled to swallow, and then gasped. Due to oral cancer, he also lost a lot of teeth, so he couldn't bite the sticky phlegm for a long time, and he could only suck it back. His mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

He took a sneak peek at Deathstroke's crotch, then looked at his own, and he felt as if he had been struck by lightning:

"I admit that you are the number one mercenary, so I'll be the second best. But speaking of it, I can't go home yet. I'm disfigured. I can't let Vanessa see me like this. I'm not worthy. She is dead. Can you take me to Afu? Do you know Afu? My blind housekeeper, actually her name is Brinda Alfred. I changed her name to pay tribute to Batman. Yeah, the old guys said you are also from DC, it’s so dark over there.”

So annoying! Deadpool kept talking like he was chanting sutras, and Su Ming could only kick him into the portal.