The Death Knell

"Thank you guys for the rockets and skyscrapers, the treasure maps and the Ferraris."

Deadpool yawned while rubbing his eyes. He was stretching in the direction of no one. He was obviously sleepy:

"Well, everyone has seen that Red Hood has been tracking Doomsday Blues for two hours, and now he has not even seen his shadow. Sure enough, not every detective is Batman. Why is there such a gap between people? Big pinch? Haha, look at his back looking left and right with the sword of the big caste, he looks like a dog."

It turns out that the Killer Squad and the Red Hood are still operating in Gotham. It has now reached the darkest period before dawn. Even Gotham has become a little quieter. But after losing track of Doomsday Blues last time, He was never found again.

Whether it was Harley's psychological profile, Xia Kela's extraordinary sense of smell, or Red Hood's logical reasoning, it seemed that the madman Constantine had predicted it, and easily failed the pursuit time and time again.

On the way, he also met some other perverted versions of otherworldly beings and fought several battles. Although he would get money by killing them, Wade really felt boring now because he had brain cancer and his concentration was very Difficulty focusing on one thing for too long.

Ah, except for interesting things like smoking, drinking, playing with women, eating pizza and playing games, shitting, piercing your nose, and playing with Spider-Man, etc.

In short, the mentally ill sister-in-law Harley is still full of motivation, and the killers are also in good condition. Xia Kela is the happiest, but even Deadpool himself and the ghost face who is hooking up with him are a little unable to bear it. .

I am sleepy, cold and hungry, and my feet that have been soaked in the rain are uncomfortable. The key is that when walking around this city, I can feel the malicious prying eyes every moment.

These gazes may come from behind a window, from a dark alley, from a small hole in a sewer manhole cover, or even from the sky.

Yes, Wade used to get excited when he felt the gaze. He liked the feeling of standing in the spotlight, but

"Being stared at with salty eyes and taking turns looking at women, I felt like a taco rolling in a pot, and the eyes behind me were cramping from being clamped for a long time. Slade always said There are so many perverts in this city, I believe it now, maybe I can make some good friends here and show them how good I am? Haha, this is a Chinese joke, understand the applause."

I don’t know if there were non-existent spectators who applauded, but Deadpool’s mask had an outline of ‘√’, which was a big smile.

"Another clue that disturbs us, damn, damn Constantine is not here!"

Red Hood returned to everyone, he was a little anxious:

"MP, what is this? If we can't catch Doomsday Blues, will this mission be over? Can any of you contact Deathstroke? I want to talk to him. Can I switch to a more flexible Lazarus Contract? "

One of the important aspects of this contract is that the father's debt can be repaid by the son. The Red Hood doubts that he will be unable to complete the task, so he simply looks forward to his next generation in a few decades.

"Let me take a look for you. Alas, I should be the only one who can contact my cousin at this time. He and I are so in love with each other. It can be seen from his expression and words every time he stabs me with a dagger. I feel his hot and strong emotions for me. If you don’t believe me, ask Harley, Deathstroke usually has almost no emotions.”

While talking nonsense and turning his head a few times, Wade put his hand into his pants and buttoned the dead skin on his butt, and hissed with pleasure, but gave a bad answer:

"Ah, bad news, he is busy now. The veterans said that he is looking for a target to kill. There seems to be some trouble in our hometown. Well, yes, the audience friends are right, this first dimension The key word is 'eyes', at least judging by my extraordinary intelligence, that's right."

Red Hood could no longer understand this. He looked at Harley speechlessly, as if hoping to get a translation.

But the little lunatic just laughed, hugging Xia Kaila and drinking together, as if he didn't hear anything at all.

She is back

Come back to your hometown to enjoy the holidays and entertainment. Besides, the whole team is not a superhero, so why are you in such a hurry?

Little Jason the Red Hood is still too young. He can completely subcontract his contract with Little Bee. The Humiliation Team and the Birds of Prey are still in the city.

He can't even shake people, and his autism seems to be getting worse.

"Wow, just now a boss asked whether those eyeballs are for oral use or external use? I took it. I must try it first before my cousin knows. What if these eyeballs have high-frequency vibration and electric shock functions? Hehehehe."

Harley's psychological analysis process was interrupted by Wade's joke. She felt that if the toy was designed in the shape of an eyeball, it might be really exciting, so she also laughed.

When Jessica drove to find Dr. Banner, the doctor was trying to talk to the locals. Although both parties were speaking English, no one could understand what the other party was saying. The doctor asked the indigenous people where there was a police station here, but the indigenous people didn't know what the police meant. Instead, they promoted the food in their hands over and over again, intending to sell it to Dr. Banner.

The lump looked like turbid gel or half-cooked mashed potatoes. It was held directly in the dirty hands of some deformed humanoid creatures. There were a large number of flies buzzing around the stall.

How could a normal person possibly eat something like this that makes me full just by looking at it? This is obviously a bit much even for British delicacies.

"Doctor, we are here, don't talk to the people here, let alone get angry." Coulson jumped off the carriage and pulled the doctor away. He refused the hawker's offer with a smile that was common everywhere, and led the doctor to the car: "Don't be anxious, take a deep breath. The other person can't understand what the police station means because the word doesn't exist in this dimension. Don't be angry. He's not playing tricks on you."

"Huh? Isn't this the UK in the past?" The doctor was a little confused. He climbed into the carriage with a wooden board: "The people here speak with a Nottingham accent, and the river not far away is also the Trent River." Ah, haven’t we gone back to the past?”

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and think about what yoga feels like.

"No, doctor, this is a high-end and deformed version of Nottingham, England. It seems that the time setting is the late 19th century." Seeing the doctor sit firmly in the carriage, Coulson also sat down next to her, Jessica shook the reins , starting off again, she explained the background of Dimension.

"Oh, did I make a joke?" Banner rubbed his face, and an embarrassed look appeared on the honest man's face: "I originally planned to find the police station first, and then issue a missing person notice to see if anyone could find someone. Haven’t seen those guys from Guardians of the Galaxy.”

Dr. Banner, who is willing to abide by social rules and regulations, has a very direct idea, that is, if he has any difficulties, he should go to the police.

"Just stick pictures on street lamps or in pubs? Even if there are police, the level of investigation in this era is not very good."

The female detective held a cigarette in her mouth and squinted her eyes. She paused for a moment, listening to the directions of the death knell in the earphones, and continued to express her own point of view:

"Think about the London Ripper. Even if we still don't know who the murderer is, the British police will put all the clues into the fog so that you can't find it at all.

As an American, Jessica also has this problem. She likes to tell jokes that hurt British people, just like British people like to tell French jokes.

Coulson also nodded to this statement. He turned around and looked at the doctor in the carriage: "So, it's best for us to rely on ourselves. By the way, Jessica, how many allies do we need to join together?"