Chapter 1419 The massacre begins
“What’s the point of praying?”
"Did you respond once?"
"Words burn like fire and disappear, and the few words left are scattered and turned into mud."
"I call you speechlessly and choked. I can't stop trembling. My heart has been twisted and my soul has been broken!"
In the ruined apartment destroyed by the explosion, there was the sound of a shower, accompanied by humming.
Although the explosion destroyed the functions of most facilities, the broken water pipes did not affect the shower. Deadpool hummed a song in his mouth while carefully cleaning his body, removing all the blood and sludge. Wash off.
After a while, he finished washing and walked out of the half-collapsed 'bathroom' naked.
"The memories of the past are like smoke, let the beautiful Nirvana reappear."
"I raise my head and ask the God in the sky, please let the beautiful Nirvana reappear."
“Let the tears of my heart calm the fire of my soul.”
He hummed the song, picked up the tight-fitting suit at the door, and after slowly putting it on, he pulled out two special samurai swords from the broken wall.
Swish, swish, swish!
He held a few knives casually, making sharp cutting sounds in the air.
Deadpool crossed his two knives and inserted them into his back, and inserted two pistols into the gun pockets on his legs. After confirming that there was no equipment left behind, he nodded with satisfaction and walked to the only remaining mirror.
The singing stopped suddenly.
Staring at the ugly face covered with scars in the mirror, the corners of Deadpool's lips gradually rose, forming a crazy arc.
"Hi...Hello, Mr. Wade Winston Wilson."
"I'm Deadpool, nice...to meet you."
The face reflected in the mirror became crazy, evil, violent, and ferocious.
"You want sales, don't you? No problem...I will satisfy you, high-minded narrators!"
"The show...has begun!"
As the words fell, Deadpool slowly put on his hood.
Stepping on the pool of blood and viscera and minced meat on the ground, making a weird snapping sound, and stepping on the ordinary people he slaughtered, Deadpool smiled lowly and evilly, then walked out of the apartment, and thoughtfully closed the door when he turned back. .
Snapped!
When the apartment door closed, what flashed through the crack in the door was a pair of scarlet and violent children's eyes.
"Even God can't extinguish my anger, just because my soul... has long been twisted and broken!"
The melancholy singing echoed in the corridor of the apartment, gradually getting farther and farther away, until it disappeared completely.
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Three full days have passed since the explosion in Vienna.
What is shocking is that Captain America assisted criminals in escaping and blatantly rejected and protested the Sokovia Accords. With the encouragement of many media, these two actions have made him basically a street rat that everyone wants to beat.
The hero who once fought against terrorism became an accomplice of the massacre overnight.
Not only him, the Scarlet Witch, who accidentally caused civilian casualties in Nigeria last time, was also exposed by the media as a member of Hydra. After the disaster in Sokovia was closely related to her, she was also attacked by millions. The scorn of netizens.
Facebook, Twitter, and all social media networks, including news, newspapers, and variety shows, are doing everything possible to slander her.
The Avengers, who were united in the past, also had huge cracks because of Captain America's actions. They were divided into two major factions, and they even angrily criticized each other in public.
But the initiator of all this, Nick Fury, is sitting firmly on the fishing platform, quietly waiting for the next development.
However, what gives Fury some headaches is that recently in many places in New York, superheroes, supervillains, and even some well-known politicians and big capitalists have been assassinated by a certain red-hooded mercenary.
In just two days, more than a dozen victims appeared.
"Let everyone be careful..."
Fury pinched his eyebrows and told Coulson: "Investigate his origins, and then...just kill him."
He is really powerless now and has no extra thoughts to worry about such trivial matters.
Since the last time he was attacked by the Skrulls, he understood that the other party's patience was almost exhausted. If they didn't do something at the last moment, then only destruction would be waiting for them.
"I understand, Director, I will inform them."
Coulson nodded. As a confidant, he immediately understood what his boss meant.
Go and inform the superheroes that there is a mercenary who is plotting to massacre them.
However, when Coulson arrived, he found that it seemed a little late.
The first person he chose to notify was Hawkeye Barton who was on vacation, but when he rushed to the other person's apartment in New York, he found that the walls and corridors were covered with chilling blood.
A large amount of blood stains were splashed and smeared on the walls and floors like an artist's paint.
There are traces of twisting and dragging, and signs of struggle can be clearly seen.
Coulson suddenly felt bad and immediately opened the door.
boom!
The moment the door was pushed open, Coulson's eyes widened with a look of horror.
Hawkeye Barton was nailed to the wall with a sharp arrow, his eyes glaring with anger, his limbs were brutally cut off, blood seeped into the deep gaps along the floor, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Barton...died, and died by his own arrows, and in his own bedroom.
A chill surged up behind Colson's head. Without any thought or hesitation, and without going to collect the bodies of his companions, he simply ran out of the room, rushed directly into his car, and stepped on the accelerator. .
At the same time, he called the contact and reported the assassination of Patton.
The beloved car was racing wildly on the road, bringing up a dazzling red flash, and rushed towards Queens like lightning.
In his impression, the most famous superhero in New York was there.
Ten minutes later, he arrived at a street in Queens.
Before he could stop, he heard harsh gunshots and classic American curses coming from the room across the street.
"His goal is indeed here!"
Coulson pulled out the gun from his waist, kicked open the car door and rushed out, running towards the house opposite.
boom!
A loud noise was heard, the door was knocked open, and a figure flew out.
Coulson, who was rushing towards him, happened to be hit by the figure. The two men groaned and flew several meters upside down at the same time, wiping out a conspicuous blood stain on the hard asphalt road.
"Ahem...I'm sorry, get out of here quickly!"
The man coughed heavily, and blood spurted out uncontrollably, but at the same time, he did not forget to let him leave.
Only then did Coulson see that the person who hit him was the target he was looking for, Spider-Man Peter Parker.
"I am a SHIELD agent, and I have been ordered to protect you!" Coulson did not dare to delay, and directly reported his identity, and then said: "Someone is deliberately murdering superheroes, and you are one of the targets!"
"I think...I know who the person you are talking about..."
Spider-Man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned to the street opposite and said in a deep voice: "Wade Winston Wilson, codenamed Deadpool, is a professional mercenary. His special ability is immortality. He is proficient in all kinds of hot weapons and cold weapons. He has extremely strong fighting ability.”
"Tsk tsk tsk... You are indeed my good friend. He knows me better than my wife."
Amidst extremely weird laughter, Deadpool walked out of the room across the street, carrying two samurai swords, grinning: "For the sake of you being my good friend, I deliberately... kept you here It’s the last one.”
"Why do you do this...Wade?!"
Spider-Man asked as he clutched his chest, where he had been stabbed. The wound was so deep that the bones could be seen.
"Well...let me think about it, why?"
After pondering for a moment, Deadpool let out a ferocious chuckle: "Of course...it's for your own good!
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