The Exorcism Inspector in Marvel World

"Well said, Bob! We are born to be bad guys, and going to hell is a sure thing! Hahaha"

The other speedsters also laughed and cheered.

Doctor Strange finally understood that these people in front of him had given up on themselves.

There is nothing much to say to this kind of person. The soul is his own, and no one can stop a person who wants to go to hell.

Thinking of this, Doctor Strange focused his gaze in the distance. Wherever he looked, a mysterious man in black clothes was signing a contract at an alarming speed. There were probably more than a hundred people in a large tour group. It took less than ten minutes. , it’s all signed.

The tour guide takes the contract and distributes it to the tourists. After the tourists sign, he is responsible for collecting the contract. The efficiency is amazing.

This is just one man in black. There are many men in black in the distance, all performing the same action.

Look at those people who are carrying game coins in baskets to exchange for chips, and those who are killing everyone in other areas. I am afraid that 99% of the people in this casino already belong to hell.

"We have to hurry up. The forces of hell here are constantly expanding. At this rate, it won't be long before we can't cope with it. Have you found Deadpool?" Doctor Strange turned around and asked Tony.

Tony took the tracker and looked at it. The smaller the range, the harder it was to find. The light spot on the screen was very close, but he could barely tell that it was in the slot machine area on the left front.

The two hurriedly walked to the slot machine area, splitting up and tracking one end, so that no matter which way Deadpool went, they would be able to block him.

The queue for the slot machines here was terrifyingly long, and Tony and Doctor Strange's tacit and coordinated actions still found the wrong one.

When they were far away, they saw a man wearing a red hood. They thought it was Deadpool, but when they got closer, they realized that it was a person from Spider-Man.

The uniforms of Spider-Man and Deadpool are 80% similar, and they are almost identical from the back.

There are often costume parades in Las Vegas, especially at night. Each casino pays part of the money to organize float performances around the casino, mainly to make tourists feel like they are in a fantasy wonderland.

The more dreamy tourists feel, the less control they have over themselves, and they naturally fall into the trap of the casino.

Actors pretending to be superheroes are an important part of the float tour, so casinos are indispensable for these actors.

The problem is that there are a lot of Spider-Man people. I saw five Spider-Man and only one Iron Man, and there was not even one Doctor Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme.

The difference in popularity is so obvious!

"Humph, Spider-Man is very popular. It seems that both adults and children like him very much. He usually calls himself the hero next door, and he is really lovable." Tony said with some sourness, "I didn't expect that. The popularity is more than five times that of mine. It seems that I have to take a low-end route that is close to the people and close the popularity gap with him."

Doctor Strange said nothing. Looking around, the only one wearing a red cloak was Thor. How could he close the popularity gap? Even more clueless.

Compared with these popular monsters, Doctor Strange found that he had been too low-key in the past, so not many people knew him now, let alone accumulated popularity.

It's better to find Deadpool first. The fact that Deadpool came to such a dangerous place shows that he also has doubts about this casino, and maybe there is some inside information.

This is the conclusion reached by Doctor Strange and Tony after discussion.

After getting the wrong person several times in a row, Doctor Strange cast an eagle eye spell that allowed him to see farther and clearer.

This time I looked specifically for it. Not everyone wearing a red hood needs to be checked. They have to make sure that the pattern on the hood is not a spider web.

Finally, in the center of the sixth row, Doctor Strange confirmed that it was Deadpool. The only thing he couldn't confirm now was whether that guy was an S actor.

Doctor Strange walked in the direction of slot machine No. 666, and he was already convinced that it was Deadpool before he even got there.

"Nima, there's no reason.

According to Archimedes' principle, Newton's 108th law, Einstein's theory of relativity, and that damn string theory, the astrological constellations also indicate that the trump card will be an old K, damn it. , and finally a 3 of hearts opened! Is this justified? Is there any royal law? do you know? There is a voice, a very holy voice, saying to your good old Deadpool, dear child, I guarantee you in the name of the holy spirit, this hand must be the King of Spades, and you will have an invincible straight flush. , kill all your enemies! Go and give it away, kid! The results of it? He turned out to be a little loser! These days, even the Holy Spirit cannot be relied on! Children, Santa Claus does not exist. The person who stuffs gifts in your stockings is your dad, or your dad's best friend! He might have stuffed something else into some weird toy of your mom or dad! "

Deadpool is playing the slot machine with all his strength. From the back, it looks like he is dismantling the machine!

According to probability theory, the card he just played should belong to an old K, at least that's what the Holy Spirit said, but the result is obvious, Deadpool lost all the chips he just moved.

He now feels that moving chips is more tiring than moving bricks on a construction site. First of all, bricks are really not that heavy. The game coins are pure metal to increase the texture. The demons also applied gravity magic, just to let the gamblers experience a good harvest. joy.

This little trick is indeed good, but for someone like Deadpool who has moved it countless times, a basket of game coins is simply too heavy, and his waist is almost broken!

But for a better future, all efforts are worth it!

Buy gifts for Xiao Bai and Xiao Huang, who makes Deadpool the godfather of these two cute little ones?

I’ll buy Xia Kaila an expensive birthday gift. Maybe we can get back together. My face is back to its original, uh, handsome shape.

Donating a large amount of money to the hungry children in Africa is all money from the Devil's Casino anyway. Using the Devil's money to do good deeds feels great just thinking about it!

Open a technology company that only belongs to Deadpool, just like Tony Stark in Iron Man. Get Uncle Deadpool two sets of cool armors, fly into the sky every day, and urinate on the heads of bad guys.

Deadpool weaves a bright future for himself.

The problem is that until now, he has not won a penny, and has lost nineteen consecutive games at the poker table. If a normal person were to move bricks like him, he would be exhausted long ago. There are many people who died suddenly on slot machines. It’s just that no one noticed.

The corpses were secretly disposed of by the demons, and the central air conditioning was turned on at full capacity. The demons still used wind magic to keep the air in the casino smooth to prevent anyone from smelling the odor.

However, there was an unpleasant smell around Deadpool. It couldn't be said to be the smell of sweat, but there was some other strange smell mixed in, a rancid smell.

Doctor Strange's throat rolled up and down twice, and he finally held back and did not spit it out. He smelled it, and there was the smell of rancid underwear in it. There was no need to think about whose underwear it was.

Some details are horrifying to consider!

"Uh Deadpool?"

Doctor Strange asked tentatively, after all, he had gotten it wrong many times before.

The Exorcist Detective of American Comics