The Death Knell

Even though the man with the heavy machine gun spoke vulgarly and harshly, his attacks were ruthless and accurate. Whenever a bug knocked out by the little spiders momentarily lost control of its body, the torrent of metal formed by the bullets would arrive as scheduled, sending the bug flying into the air. Explode.

Shooting is what Deadpool is best at. Although his shooting skills are not particularly accurate, his reactions are quick.

If heavy machine guns were allowed to be used in the Olympic Games, he would actually like to participate in an event such as playing Frisbee.

Perhaps sensing that nothing could be done, the remaining bugs on the street retreated temporarily. The next time they come back, they will probably be a larger army.

But this 'retreat and reorganization' still gave some time. SHIELD agents took the opportunity to reorganize the civilians, and under the cover of the spiders and Deadpool, they rushed into the subway station at the intersection of the street.

After running out of bullets from the minigun, Deadpool casually inserted it into the trash can in the subway station. It was given to him by his cousin, so he didn't feel bad.

He touched the big hole in his body made by the insects' weapons, and stuffed the severed intestines into his belly. He looked at his black and red uniform, and then at the little spider's blue and red uniform, and his eyes lit up.

"Hey, brother, you played well just now. Looking at your figure, your butt is very perky. You usually like to exercise, right? I also like the kind of exercise for adults, hehe..." He said to himself Laisui slid over to Peter and hooked the clown's neck: "By the way, I've never seen you in New York before. Are you taking the horses out to play today?"

Because they were holding each other's back, the smell of Deadpool's armpits was like brown smoke, "whooshing" into Peter's nostrils.

The polite little spider wanted to answer, saying that he had met Deadpool not long ago, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he coughed violently and even shed tears.

This smell is a bit on my head. Why does my throat feel so hot? We didn't have such close contact the last time we met. Did you escape a bullet?

Looking at Gwen and the others, they had already fled away. A group of girls gathered in a small circle, pointing at Deadpool and whispering something.

"Peter has been defiled..."

"He's dirty..."

"Hey, maybe I can get some alcohol to clean up when I go back..."

"Even so I still..."

Peter was on the verge of tears. He had finally been able to follow the girls, share a little secret, and be able to crush on them up close. But as soon as Deadpool came, he destroyed them all!

"snort!"

Xiaochong grabbed Wade's arm and threw it away from his shoulder, turned his head and stomped his feet angrily.

"Oh? Are you the tsundere type?" Deadpool didn't care. He had a good impression of the little man in front of him, because judging from the color of the uniforms, everyone has similar aesthetics: "You are new to the industry. Right? So it’s normal not to know my name as Deadpool. Audiences say I’m like stinky tofu. Although it smells bad, it tastes delicious. By the way, do you like to eat your feet? I sometimes watch it at home at night There will be some when watching TV..."

It's the same Deadpool-type crap as always, with a lot of disgusting anti-human content and self-promotion.

However, Peter is still a teenager in the new era, and he still has some mental endurance. Not only did he not vomit out the contents of his stomach, but he vomited:

"How old are you and are you still eating the skin of your feet? Do you just hold your feet and put them in your mouth? I guess the salty taste you get is foot sweat, which includes inorganic salts and the ones you stepped on while walking during the day. The thing, how should I put it, should be mud?"

After covering his face, Peter seemed to have awakened his second personality. He dared to say things that he usually didn't dare to say, and dared to do things that he didn't dare to do. At the same time, he became a talkative person.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. team was still handing over civilians to the military, which was not a good time to discuss the price. Wade saw the little spider talking to him and being so talkative, so he started chatting even more enthusiastically:

"No, just look at it." Deadpool stretched out his hand, opened his fingers and flipped it back and forth to show: "This is my little left, and it's the same as the big left, right?"

"Well, I've heard of the term "big left" on the Internet, but I didn't expect anyone to actually be able to do it." Peter turned around and glanced at Deadpool's paws: "Sure enough, the world is full of wonders, and I can probably understand those who have a foot fetish. I have a fetish idea, but I never thought that I could actually be personified when I came to you, you win."

A smile appeared under Deadpool's mask, his white eyes narrowed, and he suddenly became humble:

"It's nothing, I just have a certain 'specialty'." He waved his hand and got down to business again: "Look, hey!"

Along with the dubbing, he took off the tactical gloves on his hands, revealing large chicken claw-like hands underneath that looked like they had been corroded by sulfuric acid.

"Ouch! Disgusting!"

Spider-Man covered his mouth. He had never seen such hands before. This must be advanced skin cancer and severe burns, right?

Deadpool smiled, where did he go?

"Don't rush to judge, my masked man, open your eyes wide, this is the moment to witness the miracle!"

After saying that, his right hand held Xiao Zuo's wrist, rubbed it, and then jerked it upward!

The rotten skin on the left side just fell off, revealing the rotten muscles, fascia and blood vessels underneath, as if it were a human specimen that was discarded in a garbage dump and then gnawed by rats.

Peter was stunned on the spot. He was a little scared for a moment, but when he came back to his senses, he was more surprised.

He has never seen someone take off his skin like a glove. Isn't this ability so cool?

Super self-healing is a very good ability even in this new century. After all, physical fitness is a very important asset, and self-healing is very convenient.

Under the puzzling gazes of the spider girls, he held Deadpool's bloody hand, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it. It took him a long time to return it and let out a sigh:

"Cool, not bad. It would be nice if you behaved more cleanly and hygienic. Do you want to try the scented roller balls? They can effectively cover up body odor during exercise."

"Well, actually, I used to be a very clean person. Even if I killed a mosquito, I would go to a sauna to detoxify." The small eyes on Deadpool's mask looked pitiful: "But I can't anymore, I have cancer. You know? The kind of disease that can’t be cured.”

The innocent little spider was immediately in awe.

If you have cancer, do you still have to go out to fight bravely and bravely against alien invasion? What kind of spirit is this?

"I'm sorry, I don't know your experience and difficulties." He took the initiative to give Deadpool a hug, patted the back hard, and didn't care if he got blood on his hand: "You are a selfless good person, what I said before was too much. But you can probably understand, right? People can’t control their mouths after putting on a mask, and there are always a lot of things they want to say in their hearts.”

Deadpool, who was regarded as a good guy, saw Coulson on the other side and they were done. He immediately pushed away the bug beside him and waved over there, smiling and shouting:

"AC! The abbreviation of Agent Coulson! Look here! I helped you save people before, let's negotiate a deal?!"

Spider-Man's hands that were about to hold Deadpool's were frozen in mid-air, and his face under his simple mask turned into a black question mark expression.

"ha?"