Chapter 911: Deadpool's Changes
A remote desert in the United States.
In the laboratory.
"Am I dead? No, I seem to be alive again. Why am I not dead?"
The man with festering skin muttered to himself in the sterile room, his expression sometimes painful and sometimes angry.
"Shit! Who is Amber? Why can't I remember it."
The more he thought about it, the less he could remember it, and the angrier he became. In the end, he stretched out his finger, used all his strength, and inserted it into his temple and kept stirring it.
"Ah, I remember, this shitty place, I must leave!"
Wade put his finger down, and the hideous hole on his head was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a moment, it turned back to the festering state after being burned by fire.
But just as he stood up, his legs softened and he fell directly to the ground, and the collar on his neck made a dripping sound.
"Here. I need a key."
Wade looked down at his neck. This thing can suppress the ability of mutants. In addition, the guys outside come here every day to take sedatives and some unknown drugs, which makes him extremely weak every day.
In this case, he has to hold his hands even when he urinates, let alone escape.
No, it's obvious that he doesn't need to hold!
Wade defended himself and then walked towards the large glass not far away.
Perhaps in order to observe the status at any time, the place where he was imprisoned was not a fully enclosed cage. There was a glass wall made entirely of bulletproof glass in front.
Through here, he could see the situation outside.
"Hey, little guy!"
Wade waved to the little girl in the room opposite. She was a little girl of seven or eight years old, with a pale face and no blood at all.
However, no matter how he acted, the opposite side was like a dead person, and didn't even raise his head.
What should I do?
Wade began to think again.
The bald head began to turn red rapidly, and finally even bursts of smoke came out.
"Shit, I must get out! But I should lie dormant for a while now."
Thinking of this, Wade couldn't help but miss Amber.
If he still followed that guy, he wouldn't end up like this!
Maybe
Wade's eyes began to brighten as he thought of something.
He had a bad idea.
Stryker was frantically looking for mutants to experiment on, especially those with strong bodies. If he told the location of the farm, that guy would definitely come over with his personality.
By then.
As for what would happen if Amber knew that he leaked the secret, he couldn't think of it with his current brain.
Besides, what is more important than freedom?
No!
It's just that plans often can't keep up with changes.
After parting ways, Charles and Marx rarely got together.
And the opportunity that made them do so was the culprit of the Freemason tragedy.
"Is this the information you found?"
"Yes, through investigation, I learned that this person first appeared in Chinatown. After reading the memory of a related Asian, all the clues were connected together."
"What should we do now?" "Of course, we should find someone who knows the target information. Mr. Yeshua has already been contacted."
Charles let out a long sigh and said, "It's my fault. I took it for granted. If I had asked more, I could have avoided this misunderstanding."
He was speaking from the heart. When he heard about that incident before, he directly targeted his old friend. In fact, the Freemasons had some intelligence, but it was too general.
For example, the town where a team of mutants died.
But they have sent three waves of people to investigate, and except for removing a mayor who seriously violated the law, they have not gained anything else.
"I hope there won't be a next time."
Although he looks friendly now, Marx has not let down his guard. This can be seen from the fact that he did not take off his helmet and asked his capable subordinates to leave.
The opponent's ability is at the BUG level. Although the destructive power may not be strong, it is basically unsolvable for people once they are hit.
"Of course, but I am a little surprised that you are willing to stay and help."
Charles smiled, "Or what are you planning?"
"Don't make random guesses. I just want to see what kind of guy is the person who did these things. Besides, he is our compatriot. It is reasonable to meet him."
Mark would not say what he thought in his heart.
Even if he has to do it in the end, he has to wait until he sees the target and sees the quality before talking.
Charles did not think much. Perhaps because he has seen too much darkness, he always keeps an expectation for his old friend and misses the old days.
While the two were talking, the door was pushed open, and several men in black wearing sunglasses dragged a man with festering skin all over his body and a chain around his neck.
This scene made Marx's face ugly, and Charles pursed his lips.
"Mr. Yeshua asked me to say hello to you two on his behalf and to bring you a message."
A man in black said indifferently: "Time is running out. If the murderer is not found in the next three days, he will have to resort to some extreme methods."
In fact, the reason why Amber has not been found yet is also related to Stryker.
The extreme general was not as respectful to the Freemasons as he appeared to be, and in some respects, he was even stumbling upon them.
This can be seen from the news that he caught Wade but did not question Amber.
"Hey you guys, can you help me take this thing off my neck? It makes me feel like a chained up dog with it on."
Wade started to talk nonsense: "I'm sure you won't believe it. I just escaped from a guy who likes to catch mutants for experiments. He is simply a pervert, and he won't even let go of three-year-old children."
Snap!
With a crisp sound, the collar around his neck fell to the ground, as if it had been torn off by an invisible hand.
"Oh! Cool!"
Wade felt the strength coming from his limbs and became more energetic: "It turns out that we are all compatriots. Thank you for saving me. Really, I am very grateful!"
He made gestures with his hands and began to speak incoherently.
"What should I say? No, no, I clearly wanted to say something just now."
Wade hit his head with his fist, but couldn't think of anything. As a last resort, he had to resort to physical recovery methods and insert his fingers into his brain to stir it up.
"Hushuang, I remembered it. Are you asking about the whereabouts of my friend? For the sake of saving my life, I will not hide it."
He was talking to himself, completely unaware of Max's gloomy expression and Charles' livid face.
Mutant experiments.
This is a taboo term for them, and many bad memories arise from it.