The Death Knell

"Snapped!"

The loud noise was followed by a soft one. The little Deadpool who had just been stuffed into the barrel fell to the ground about five meters away, covered in charred black. He was no longer human and looked like he was only breathing.

Obviously, the launch was not successful. This guy laid the groundwork for so much, but ended up with a crotch.

The atmosphere was eerily silent, and even the red light in the sky seemed to pause for a moment, like a poorly connected colored lantern that was powered off for a moment.

Diana rubbed her temples vigorously: "..."

Barry wanted to help make some excuses, but opened his mouth and didn't know what to say: "..."

Batman hiding in the dark somewhere: "..."

But fortunately, when this kind of very embarrassing situation occurs in movies, as long as the black actor just says something casually, the atmosphere will become harmonious.

Having a sense of humor can be regarded as a racial talent. At least now Hei Wally seems to feel a call of destiny.

This little black boy looked a little malnourished. He only grew taller but not muscular, which made him look like a bamboo pole, but the expression on his face was particularly determined. After raising his hand to wipe the ice cream marks next to the corner of his mouth, he explain:

"What I want to say is... is there a possibility that a front-loading cannon like this should be loaded with gunpowder first and then the projectile shells?"

"That's it! I've forgotten it after not using it for so long... You street boy, did you hear what others said? It's not enough to succeed but it's easy to fail!"

Wade hit his palm with his fist, as if suddenly enlightened, he walked quickly to the little deadpool who was throwing himself on the street, kicked him deep into the circus with a big foot, and walked back to the cannon with a curse. Sighed:

"Another volunteer, one who just wants to poop, and not one who is possessed by the ghost of a little devil."

Not to mention, although all of his little deadpools are mentally disturbed, none of them are afraid of death, so they are good candidates for implementing this tactic.

At present, the battle line is still going back and forth. Time is abundant, and there is plenty of time for him to try.

There are just too many volunteers, and everyone among the little Deadpools wants to play with the human cannon, so they can only use the back of their palms and guessing games to select the luckiest guy.

The one selected this time was a very silent little Deadpool. He wore a cameraman's vest and had a big beard. He looked a bit like a famous director.

People who are engaged in art, especially film art, like to grow big beards. It is like the pirate captains in the past. Without beards, they will not have that majestic temperament and style.

"Weird, you seem so normal."

Deadpool circled around the 'cannonball' and looked at it carefully:

"Don't you have anything sexy to say? Although I don't want to lose too much popularity, you have to contribute after all. It doesn't matter if you suck a little bit of my popularity. Maybe one day, you can also have your own name or code name. ?”

Although they were constructed in Wade's own mind and were based on his childhood imagination, he had never discriminated against these little deadpools. Instead, he hoped that they could do some hard work.

Unfortunately, maybe because they have been trapped in the circus, these children have poor imagination, so they still have to rely on themselves to survive.

"I have nothing to say and I don't need a name. Today, I will become a martyr."

This little Deadpool had a very cold temperament, and his words were also very artistic. This made Wade a little satisfied, so he waved his hand and ordered to the other little Deadpools around him:

"Well said, come on, give this strong man a full plate!"

This is not talking about wine, but filling the gun barrel with gunpowder in order to shoot farther and higher. For such a warrior, if the charge is too small, it is disrespectful to his faith and determination!

After a few seconds, the loading was completed. The warrior pressed his vest and climbed into the barrel. Then naturally, other little deadpools brought brushes and poked him down to make sure the gunpowder was compacted.

There was definitely no problem with the launch this time. The fuse was ignited again, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air, even covering up the body scent of many Deadpools.

Only a shout was heard coming from the barrel:

"Allah~hu Akbar!"

"winter!"

With a loud noise, the bearded little Deadpool was launched, flying almost in a straight line in the air, and pounced towards Amo in the high altitude, without even needing a wingsuit to change direction.

Amo in the sky was still watching the excitement. He was very puzzled by Deadpool's behavior, because it was impossible for a normal person to come up with such an outrageous tactic like him. He did not believe that this tactic could threaten him.

But when the human-shaped cannonball flew towards him, he still frowned and called for Thunder again.

A bolt of lightning accurately hit the flying little Deadpool, but because it was in the air, the top and bottom were not touching each other, and there was no closed circuit formed to conduct current, so this time, it only slightly paralyzed the little Deadpool.

He was not flying by himself, but was propelled by gunpowder, so this kind of interception was basically harmless.

Looking at the enemy getting closer and closer, a twisted smile appeared under his thick beard. After all, it was Deadpool's split personality. How could a normal person exist? !

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Amo had heard the Deadpools' plan before, which was to spray excrement at him, so he focused on the little Deadpool flying over, but found that the guy didn't take off his pants.

This made him relax his vigilance for a moment, because this was the material world, and if there were objects blocking him, he would be safe and would not be sprayed.

But he ignored the subjective initiative of the little deadpools. Maybe Wade's plan was not rigorous, but the little deadpools had their own supplementary means.

The bearded little Deadpool did not take off his pants. Instead, he held the two wires extending from the inside of the vest. When he was close enough to the enemy, he pressed the switch of the detonator.

"boom!"

A large cloud of brown smoke exploded in the sky. It was like rain, clouds and wind. In just the blink of an eye, it enveloped Amo, who was unresponsive.

It is known that all the little deadpools have cancer, and their bodies are filled with rancid tissue fluids, secretions, and a lot of shit and pee. They have nothing to do but go to N’s dad’s place to drink sugar water. This does not require any extra steps. Self-destruction Wouldn’t it be possible to achieve the tactical purpose?

This principle is like a dirty bomb, except that what is spread by the explosion is not radioactive material, but something even more disgusting, the remains of a Deadpool.

It doesn't matter that there are no time fuzes or high-tech equipment, as the employees can make up for the shortcomings.

"Ugh..." Amo twisted in the air. He kept waving his hands, trying to dispel the yellow mist in front of him, but this disgusting feeling seemed to penetrate every pore on his body. Drill.

He finally couldn't help but retched, and even shed tears in pain.