The Death Knell

At the entrance of the subway station, there is a temporary bunker made of building debris and scrapped cars. After going down the stairs and turning a few more turns, we finally reached the platform. Many people who escaped were shivering in blankets or clothes here, dirty and dirty. The tears on Xixi's face were still clearly visible.

Some people were crying softly, some were in a daze, some were kneeling and praying, but more people just hugged their friends around them and said words of comfort to each other.

One thing that is better about the center of Manhattan is that there are basically no residential areas here. As a gathering place for large companies and businesses, the people rescued are mainly office workers, and there are no problems such as the elderly and children.

The power supply system of the New York subway is an independent network, so there is still pale light in the underground hall at this time, which makes it look even more gloomy.

The National Guard is stationed here, which is originally a second-line force. Don't expect them to be able to make any good exchanges with the aliens. At this time, almost everyone loses.

However, the military is considered to have smart people. Although there are many bugs, the entrance to a place like a subway station is only so large. Blocking most of the gaps with bunkers and setting up heavy firepower will definitely be able to sustain it for some time.

People who enter the subway network can quickly transport them to the suburbs of the city through the subway, or simply move to other places on foot. Now those people are waiting for the subway to be mobilized, which has not yet arrived.

Bugs have an advantage in the air, but underground where space is limited, their mobility will be greatly weakened. It can be said that humans have barely created a slight advantage for themselves.

Coulson handed over the civilians to the military, and at the same time replenished some weapons and ammunition from there. The key is that his small pistol was too weak. Now he has replaced it with an M16 with a grenade launcher. on the shoulders.

When Deadpool called him, he came over with a smile. After all, he knew that this was Deathstroke's cousin, and his mind seemed not normal.

"Hello, Mr. Deadpool, I heard you said you wanted to negotiate a deal with me?"

Wade scratched his chin. This agent's smile was too gay, which didn't feel good.

But thinking about the blood feud with his handsome face, he could cooperate with anyone. He farted first, shook a few times comfortably, and said, "Yeah, I want your SHIELD to help me check one." People, in exchange, I will protect you today."

"Of course you can check the person, but I don't know who you are talking about?" The bald man came over and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose with his middle finger.

The crossbones face was standing behind his leader, looking at Deadpool with a look on his face like "I'm a dick".

"A bad guy, he made me do an experiment, and he had a medical accident and illegally transformed me. I went to court to sue him, but the judge said he wouldn't accept it. I had no choice but to seek justice for myself!"

As he spoke, he wanted to lift his mask, but suddenly he remembered his cousin's words, telling him not to show his face in front of others, so he put his hand down again.

Sitwell nodded and glanced at Colson, who was still thinking: "Is that so? Why don't you leave your contact information for me and let you know if I find it?"

The bald man had seen Deadpool's killing spree before, as well as his super power to heal quickly even after being beaten to pieces, so he had a little plan in mind.

They are mercenaries anyway. Hydra has a lot of money. As long as I help him avenge me and then use the money to throw money at me, wouldn't such a fierce man be used by me?

As for some mental problems, it doesn't matter. There are many mental illnesses in Hydra.

Who knew that Deadpool shook his head repeatedly and stretched out a finger to shake: "No, my cousin said that only Nick Fury's intelligence network can help me with this matter. It doesn't matter what you say. I just need you to hand over the information." News."

"Nick Fury?" Peter on the side heard the name and understood something instantly. Under the flour bag-like mask, his innocent eyes suddenly opened wide.

Did that person really exist? These people in black uniforms in front of me really come from some secret government department!

At this time, Coulson, who had been silent before, took out the walkie-talkie from his pocket, put it in front of him and pressed: "Director, did you hear everything?"

"Let me talk to him." Fury's voice came from the speaker of the receiver.

When Deadpool stopped Coulson, in view of his relationship with Deathstroke, the hairless agent secretly opened the communicator with his hand in his suit, allowing Fury to hear the entire exchange between the two parties.

Coulson politely handed the satellite walkie-talkie to Deadpool, who grabbed it unceremoniously and went to the side to make a call.

"Hello? Is this Captain America's old friend Lu Dan? I'm Deadpool."

"......it's me."

Fury, who was still arranging the operations of his agents, had an expressionless face. The space carrier was still suspended in the suburbs of New York City in a stealth state. Facing the overwhelming alien bugs, he did not choose to expose himself. He just asked people to speed up the analysis of the Annihilation Zerg's weaknesses. .

At the same time, he also had to deal with those guys from the International Security Council. Not long ago, they were strongly recommending dropping nuclear bombs into the maelstrom in the sky, but Fury pushed them back.

Every action of the special agent team, every movement of superheroes, the evacuation direction of civilians, and other miscellaneous things all need to be paid attention to by him. He is already busy enough, so how can he have time to compete with Deadpool on the issue of titles?

Deadpool in the subway station was walking back and forth while looking up at the ceiling, staring at a patch of water seepage. He thought the stain looked like a beautiful woman's head, so he spoke a lot more gently:

"I want to kill a Canadian named Francis. He should be an agent of some organization. He is an agent like you. He is so bad. He has ruined my reputation. Now he is hiding from me to kill him. , my cousin said you can help me."

"Did Deathstroke say that? Yes, I agree to your conditions, but I need you to ensure that all my people are unscathed during today's operation." Fury was very straightforward. After speaking, he hung up the communication and threw the walkie-talkie to Maria Hill, standing aside, ordered: "Seal all the nuclear bombs on the mothership and start a second review of the pilots. I always feel that something was not right before."

Deadpool on the other side also held the walkie-talkie and gave him several calls. After he was sure that Luodan hung up the phone, he was not angry. Instead, he happily returned to Coulson and returned the walkie-talkie to the agent.

"My cousin is right, negotiating terms is quite simple."

Coulson also smiled and shook hands with Deadpool. Even the bloody claws could be shaken again and again without changing his expression: "Thank you for joining. Since the director has reached an agreement with you, let's continue the action. .Now the captain’s side should have rescued another group of people. Let’s go find the captain, and then escort the people here.”

This can be considered a stupid idea, but the current situation is full of damaged vehicles blocking the road, and the sky is full of flying insects, so we can only escort people in batches like this.

Deadpool's professionalism was still there. He nodded simply, pulled out an M60 paratrooper machine gun from his trouser pocket, and loaded the ammunition belt on it: "Then let's go. Let's finish work early and I'll rest early. Tonight is a... Pie night.”

Peter on the side saw that Deadpool and the agents were about to leave, and quickly chased after him: "Wait for me, I will help too."

Coulson is open to free labor. Anyway, this strange group of masked vigilantes have proven their combat effectiveness and are very useful.

"Thank you for your enthusiastic help, this..."

Peter patted his chest. There was a crooked black insect sewn on the chest of his cheap autumn clothes with thin plastic, but this did not affect his momentum:

"I'm Spider-Man, a good neighbor to the residents of New York."