The Death Knell

"It's bad. I was so happy to kill that I forgot that these guys have to be sold for money..."

In the wreckage of the spacecraft filled with flames and smoke, Deadpool suddenly realized a serious problem.

According to the original plan, Cable teleported him here, and he should seize the opportunity to capture more Skrulls and sell them to Tony Stark or S.H.I.E.L.D.

But after being beaten for several rounds and unable to control the hunger message from the symbiote, he lost control. Not only did he kill all the Skrulls on the spaceship through nonsense and disgusting methods, he also allowed Venom to eat them all. corpse.

How to sell it now?

"The enemy's spaceship was beaten into a pile of broken iron, and all the targets were dead. These two things together should have brought me double happiness, but why is this happening?"

The uniform on his body had completely disappeared, and Deadpool, who looked like a rotting corpse, was sitting alone on a big rock not far away. He reached out to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky and said to himself:

"It's really cold here. It's all because of the symbiote. It even ate the Skrull's clothes. Why don't you leave me something to wear? You're so stupid. You only know how to eat. Bad review."

"..., rubbish host, bad reviews.'

Venom was thinking the same thing at the same time. After destroying the enemy, it was only three-thirds full, and the host was so fed up with it that it couldn't finish it. It was so annoying!

The most important thing is that I can't eat him yet. If I eat him, I will feel sick. It's really unlucky.

The Skrulls' spaceship base is parked in a col in the mountains, above the snow line and inaccessible. If it weren't for the teleportation belt, Deadpool wouldn't be here.

But I don’t know the specific location. How should I return to the United States?

"Forget it, I can't find the missing shoes, so let's make a call." Wade took out his cell phone from the only remaining silk bag and dialed the number skillfully with hands as cold as chicken feet: "Midnight express delivery? ? I want to courier a uniform from home to my current location... Well, I am an SSVIP user, do you want me to turn on the location on my mobile phone? Okay, hurry up."

Why can I find myself by opening my mobile phone and locating the other party? It should be high-tech. Deadpool didn't think there was anything wrong with it. On the contrary, he found it very convenient.

After making the call, he returned to a burning machine and stretched out his hand to warm himself by the fire: "Venom, why are you so weak? Shouldn't thousands of enemies be defeated with a swish of the ground?"

"..."

Venom was too lazy to communicate with him. Those were super Skrulls. If he cooperated with the host to destroy them, he was already super strong, okay?

Why wipe out all the enemies in one go? It's impossible. I've eaten Kree and Shi'ar. I've digested hundreds of hosts of various races and similar species in the past. I'm well-informed. There can't be a symbiote stronger than myself!

Deadpool was even more unhappy when he didn't get a response. His symbiote was so weak and he couldn't even speak.

If you don’t even know how to praise, what’s the use of coming?

Even without it, it would only be a matter of time before he kills these Skrulls, and the effect of the symbiote would be almost non-existent.

Um?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed through Wade's mind, because there is a saying in the United States, "Other people's trash may be your treasure." This sentence brought inspiration.

There is no doubt that his symbiote is garbage, but what if he sells it to Tony? Will he be willing to bid? After all, this is an alien creature, and its appearance is quite scary.

His eyes became more and more dangerous, and with a smile on his face like a weasel greeting a rooster, he looked at his shoulder and said softly:

"Dear, wait a moment when the uniforms arrive and I find my way back to the United States. I will take you to a good place, hehehehe..."

"..."

Venom is too lazy to pay attention to him. Doesn't this stupid host know that all his thoughts are shared with the symbiote?

But this may be a good opportunity to escape, and I may be able to take the opportunity to parasitize the burrito...wait! Why do I suddenly think this way? ! What did he do to my mind? !

No way, we must get out as soon as possible! His thinking has become increasingly chaotic and he is about to lose his mind. Is this what humans call madness?

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"Jessica, do you think the person in the alley over there is Nick Fury?"

Xiao Chong, who had just come out of Stark Tower and hadn't figured out where to go to investigate, suddenly spotted a black bald head flashing past in an alley not far away. The corners of the black windbreaker were fluttering out as he walked. It made a graceful arc and disappeared into the darkness.

Jessica, who was holding a brown paper bag containing wine in her arms, raised her eyes and said, "They look very similar to the people in the photo, but I just saw a back view. The bald heads of black people all look the same, and it's still night."

"I feel like it, and my feelings have always been accurate in the past." Xiaochong walked towards the alley, waving his hands in front of his face to enhance his persuasiveness: "But maybe my own heart is too dirty. I heard you Talking about black people always feels like a racial slur, and maybe I feel wrong about that.”

Jessica followed Peter indifferently. She had not yet passed the test for her private detective certificate, and now she was a mercenary who was paid to do things. This was basically the case with the private detective agency signs in Hell's Kitchen anyway.

As long as you pay your taxes on time, no one cares.

When her employer, Mr. Stark, said he was looking for someone, she went out to look for him. She was completely unfamiliar with Nick Fury and the Avengers, let alone any sense of urgency.

"You are too sensitive, Peter. You must have watched too many educational videos about Captain America, which made your moral alarm too sensitive. Relax, you know I don't mean that, like 'Black people all look the same' ', 'It's too dark to see clearly at night' and the like are simply due to personal visual differences and the brain's different memory for portraits."

"That's right..." Xiaochong nodded. That's right. Some people are face-blind and night-blind, but when the object of description is a black person, he is too sensitive.

Can’t we watch more of the captain’s educational films? I learned it and won’t read it again.

As they spoke, the two of them caught up with the sneaky Fury. Peter did it because he could perform three-dimensional maneuvers between tall buildings, and Jessica did it because she could fly. They both moved faster than running on two legs. people are much faster.

"Sir! Director Fury! Wait!" Peter in mid-air pulled the spider silk down to his crotch with both hands, flipped 720 degrees, and landed suddenly in front of Fury with a gymnastic movement: "Is that you, sir?" "

Hei Lu Dan's face was expressionless, and his one eye seemed to have no focus: "It's Spider-Man, what do you want from me?"

Peter narrowed his eyes, something wasn't right. Fury had separated from everyone not long ago, and he was the one who gave the order to deal with the Skrulls. Of course he should know if there was anything going on.

Then, this is a fake.

If this is a fake, then the real Fury was captured, allowing the Skrulls to transform into him.

"I'll fight!"

Imitating Bruce Lee's movements in the movie, Peter jumped up and turned around to kick. When Jessica saw him doing it, she naturally pounced on him without any doubt, facing Fu who was sent flying to the wall. Rui added a quick combo.