The Death Knell

"Man, you came to New York and you don't even know me?" Wade pointed to his mask and pulled the uniform on his upper body to show the color: "Look carefully at what I'm wearing. Come on, tell me what you're talking about. That name, tell me loudly, who am I? There will be a prize for correct answers!"

The lights on the roadside at midnight flashed across the driver's face. He concentrated on driving, glanced at the red uniform and what color it was, and suddenly realized:

"Spider-Man! You are Spider-Man, right? Haha, a superhero, the kind who can fly around in a swishing manner!"

Deadpool's head tilted to one side, and the outline of the smile under the mask disappeared. Is his uniform so similar to Spider-Man?

Although we are all good friends, he obviously debuted earlier, is more handsome and intimidating, so what does Peter, a little virgin, do to compare with him?

He adjusted his seat belt and leaned his back against the car door so that his upper body could face the driver:

"Friend, what's your name?"

"Duponde, Mr. Spider-Man." The driver smiled and changed gears. He had already shaken off the Terminator behind him. You can drive slower, otherwise you will be fined if caught on a speeding video.

In urban areas, just drive up to 120 mph. Well, as long as you go fast enough, the surveillance camera won't be able to capture you.

"Dupond, the name is good, but I'm afraid you don't have much research on New York, and you haven't done a good job of immigration strategy." Wade pointed at his face, his small white eyes widened: "I am Deadpool , not Batman, not Spider-Man, I am a mercenary, a super anti-hero."

"Oh, Mr. DP, I remember. Isn't it very American to call you that?"

The smiling Duponde turned on the turn signal and drifted around the corner without taking Deadpool seriously at all. It seemed that he had never heard of him.

"...Didn't you hear clearly? I am a mercenary, an anti-hero, the kind who has killed many people." Deadpool was disappointed with the driver's mediocre reaction. Could it be that he is not at all insignificant to ordinary people? Any cards?

He should cheer and ask for autographs and photos. Real Americans are obsessed with serial killers. If an Indian wants to integrate into American society, he must imitate others!

Duponde gave him a puzzled look, pulled the handbrake to stabilize the car, and turned the steering wheel wildly:

"But what does this have to do with me being a taxi driver?"

Wade stretched his neck and covered his mouth, and was speechless for a moment. Yes, what he said made sense.

Taxi drivers are not high-income people, and no one would hire an assassin to kill a driver. According to the normal trajectory of life, he and Dupont should be on two parallel lines, and there will never be any business intersection. .

Somewhere in the dark, Deadpool seemed to feel something called fate, which connected the two of them.

"What is this?" He suddenly pointed at the steering wheel.

"What? Ah, Daydream Narcissus Aromatherapy can make you feel like you are wandering on the banks of the Ganges." Duponde happily introduced the small jar to the passengers. He thought Deadpool was referring to the aromatherapy on the dashboard.

Wade shook his head and pointed again: "I mean the photo hanging on your key chain. Who is she?"

She was a typical Indian woman, a girl with a pierced nose and a gauze on her head. She looked a little fat, but she was pretty.

When this topic was mentioned, the smile on Duponde's face gradually disappeared, and the street lights outside the window could not illuminate the darkness in front of him.

"She is Geeta. She could marry me and be a good wife. Unfortunately, she fell in love with my cousin, Bandu. Bandu's despicable and shameless person is as good as his skills in picking up girls, so... ....."

Deadpool, who crossed his arms on his chest, nodded: "Man, I think it was really fate that made us meet today..."

The driver blinked: "I thought it was a taxi app."

"Don't worry about those details!" Deadpool stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him, as if to erase the darkness in front of the driver's friend: "In addition to being a super mercenary, I am also a famous expert on sexual emotions. I can help you chase When it comes to guitar and love, you have to hold it tightly in your own hands!"

As he spoke, his raised hand suddenly clenched into a fist, as if he had cut the throat of fate.

Duponde also imitated Deadpool and clenched his fists with a suspicious look on his face:

"So, can you help me persuade Gita?"

"What? No, man, I'm a mercenary. If you can't afford my price, then I can't break the rules." Deadpool shook his head and licked his nostrils through the mask: "But I can teach you how to do it. , my cousin often said, if you can’t solve the problem, just solve the person who caused the problem. You can put Bandu..."

While hinting with winks, Wade turned his fist into a palm and made a back and forth cutting motion on his neck.

"Do you also have a cousin?" The Indian driver was a little confused. He really started to think about Deadpool's suggestion: "Did you kill him too?"

The collapse of an adult happened in an instant, and the body fragrance on Wade's body made him feel ecstatic.

He loved Geeta so much that he couldn't bear the thought of Geeta being with his cousin!

"Uh...my cousin is pretty good. Besides, this isn't a problem that happened to me." Deadpool's voice became much softer, and he looked around and said, "As for your problem, it's just It’s not enough to kill Bandu, you should disembowel and skin your cousin like a roast beef, and leave the body to become rancid before throwing it in front of Geeta’s house.”

"Is this enough? Will Geeta change her mind?" The driver licked his lips and his Adam's apple moved up and down: "But we Indians don't eat beef, so it may be difficult for me to implement this method."

"Then it's a grilled fish! In short, this plan is sound. If she's still not willing by then, I have a backup plan that I can teach you." Deadpool patted the driver on the shoulder and crossed his legs proudly.

"Huhuhu...I understand, thank you, Mr.D."

The driver took a few deep breaths and squeezed out these words through his teeth. His eyes changed and became full of murderous intent.

Deadpool is very happy about this. Every time he sees others walking on the bright road, he will have a sense of accomplishment in helping others. This is a pleasure that simple mercenary work cannot bring him.

However, at this moment, he seemed to see an acquaintance outside the car window.

"Wait a minute, Duponde, stop the car on the side of the road, I see a friend." He signaled the driver to pause, and after the car stopped, he slipped out: "You set the watch first, I will be back soon."

"I understand, you have seen the mission goal, right? I don't know anything, just go and do the work." The Indian driver lowered his head and played with his keychain, looking at the photo with a broken smile on his face , whispered: "Gita...Gita..."

Deadpool didn't know what was happening behind him, but he saw Fury, who was also wearing a black leather trench coat at night, passing by the roadside alley.

Anyway, if you want to sell the symbiote, you can sell it to SHIELD in the same way. If you can close the deal halfway, you can save a few dollars on the taxi fare.

"Fury! Don't leave, I want to negotiate a deal with you!"

Wade was shaking his head and running towards the back like a Korean drama hero, while Black Braised Egg slowly turned around like another Korean drama hero. The time around him seemed to slow down, and the trash cans on the roadside were all packed. Highlight and whitening beauty effect.

It was supposed to be a scene of a victorious rendezvous.

But at the moment when the two were about to shake hands, venom suddenly burst out from Deadpool's body. The sharp teeth rolling in the black waves bit off Fury's head in just one bite, chewing it like a jelly bean. With.

‘Before, this black man locked himself up and bullied me when I didn’t have a host. But now I’ve caught him, right? Die! ’

This is what Venom thinks. After having a host, it is no longer what it was before. It takes three hours to the west of the river and three hours to the east of the river. Don’t bully the symbiote into poverty!

"Fuck..."

Deadpool felt a little confused as he watched Fury fall in front of him, with his head and upper half of his chest missing, but electric sparks constantly spraying out from his body.