The Death Knell

In the eyes of the big mouse, this place is like a scene in an amusement park.

Is this actually the case? Besides, today is not the time to explore this. Let’s go with his point of view first. After all, as Dibeni’s signature, he must know more about the situation in the abyss in front of him than Su Ming himself. More.

So if this abyss is regarded as a project in the park, let's think of it as a haunted house. Then there is no doubt that TOBA is the staff who plays the ghost, and everything else is just a tool for setting the scenery and creating an atmosphere.

Therefore, according to common sense, employees who play the role of ghosts will definitely not enter or leave through the main entrance where people come and go. After all, if they are exposed to broad daylight and seen by tourists, who will be afraid of haunted houses in the future?

Coupled with these 70 million planes, each plane may include each other, and the communication with each other is completely random. This is a veritable maze haunted house.

Therefore, Su Ming deduced that TOBA's commute to and from get off work, that is, the scene of entering and exiting the abyss, must have taken another route.

An actor who plays a ghost in a haunted house can't always scare himself before arriving at his work station, right? That's too perverted.

"Uh-huh!" The big mouse made another eunuch-like snort. He raised his hand and touched his ears, and said hesitantly: "There must be an employee passage, but if I take you there, you can't Enjoy the fun of this project. You don’t play games in the scene, do you just want to reach the finish line? ”

He seemed to feel that Deathstroke and Deadpool were a bit pitiful, because with such a good scene setting and such a complicated and interesting game, the man in front of him actually wanted to skip it, just to see the end of the level?

It's impossible without a process. It's like all the previous scenes have been omitted. The cartoon shows the prince and princess kissing and living happily together, and then there's the list of production crew and the big word END.

In this case, who knows who they are? Not to mention that no one knows their story. Naturally, no one will be moved by their love or happy for their happy ending.

"We also like to play games, but not maze games like today." Deadpool heard his cousin's reminder and came to his senses. He immediately put his arm around the big mouse's shoulders and said with a smile: "Let's go Isn’t the employee channel illegal? Don’t look at me like this. I’m actually quite familiar with Director Whedon and the Russo brothers. How much money has Marvel made for Disney? I don’t need to emphasize it, right?”

"Ah, so you are one of our own? Hey, if you have an internal connection, you should have told me earlier. I thought you were characters in the plot." The black mouse waved his hands towards the sky, as if sending someone who didn't exist to leave. , then he squatted down on the spot and rubbed his nose: "I've been acting for so long and I'm exhausted. Give me a cigarette."

At this moment, the mouse seemed to have torn off a mask, revealing his gangster-like nature. He squatted on the black ground, rubbed his fingers and asked Deathstroke for a cigarette. Maybe this can be regarded as a kind of contrasting cuteness?

Su Ming didn't care about this, or in other words, it was better to see the "dark side" of the mouse. He took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it over without hesitation. He also squatted next to the mouse and took one with him.

The cosmic energy helped light the cigarette. The mouse squinted his eyes, smacked his lips, and took a deep breath. You can see that his black belly bulged up, and then collapsed like a bellows.

When he spoke again, it was no longer the funny voice of a eunuch holding his throat, but an ordinary man's voice:

"I can't smoke in front of the children, but it suffocates me to death. Phew~ Now take a sip, and I feel like I'm finally alive. I have to fake smiles and work as a tour guide every day, and my legs are getting thicker."

As he spoke, his mouth extended a bit and turned into a small trumpet, spitting cartoon-style phlegm to the side.

"Haha, we are indeed our own people. We are all actors." In this way, Deadpool's brain waves were aligned with his. The bitch smiled and squatted on the other side of the mouse's body, and also touched the root. Smoking: "So it's okay to go through the employee aisle?"

After all, Deadpool has not forgotten his original mission goal.

My cousin and I came here today just to get rid of TOBA, capture it and feed it to TOAA, and then find a way to kill CAAT. It is estimated that there will be a long period of peace in the future.

"No problem. Only tourists need to abide by the rules, not our own people." The mouse patted his chest very generously, took another puff of cigarette, raised his hand and took off the two disc-shaped ears on his head. He held it in his hand and used it as an ashtray: "Wait a moment. When I finish smoking this cigarette, we can just sneak away before the children come back."

Su Ming still couldn't see where those invisible children were, but it was true that they couldn't hear their voices.

The mouse seems to be able to switch who sees himself at will?

"Haha, that's good." Deadpool nodded repeatedly. He also raised his chin towards his cousin as a show of merit, and then said to the mouse: "But you should be regarded as Disney's biggest star. If you can directly take TOBA It would be better to get rid of CAAT.”

Hearing this statement, the mouse waved his hands repeatedly and flicked the cigarette ashes into his ears:

"Oh, no, even if they are not characters of your Marvel branch, I am not responsible for operations and screenwriting. My job is to use my popularity to make money for the company. You want to modify the script? , I have that face, but if you want to fire actors, that’s another matter.”

As he spoke, he made a circle with his index finger and thumb, which was a gesture that represented money. His originally innocent and cute mouse face was now full of worldliness. At first glance, he looked like an old salesman who had been working for nearly a hundred years. .

"Okay, but if it doesn't know you and wants to hit you, wouldn't the situation be different?" Deadpool asked with a smile. This is an ideal shortcut.

"Is there anyone who doesn't know me?" Mouse smiled crookedly. He took another drag on his cigarette and then said quietly, "If employees who don't even know me deserve to be fired, right?"

"Hehe, yes, that's what it tastes like! Brother Mouse is domineering!" Deadpool gave Mouse a thumbs up, and he felt more relieved when he got a satisfactory answer.

"But your cousin is unfamiliar to me." The mouse turned his head and looked at Deathstroke again: "Why don't I remember seeing him before? Is he really from Marvel?"

"There is no doubt that I am." Su Ming smiled slightly, took out the painting that Stan Lee gave him from his pocket, held the place where the signature was and showed it to the mouse: "Although I don't have an employee ID card, this is enough to prove my identity." Are you an employee? I still have the old man’s autograph and manuscript.”

"Ah, then that's right, one of our own." Mouse glanced at the signature, his attitude became a lot more enthusiastic, and he said something heartfelt: "You should have told me if you had this relationship, and now this In society, if you have acquaintances, everything will be easy to do.”