Beauty Comics: Saving Regrets

Chapter 67 Three Battlefields
In the evening, inside the Stark Tower.

On the sofa, the mobile phone communication suddenly rang, and Tony picked it up casually: "Hello?"

"Tony?"

It was Pepper's voice, and he was really relieved. He was really nervous to the extreme in the past two days. The latest generation of Mark II is ready, just waiting... I'm afraid we still have to wait aimlessly?

All of a sudden, my whole body went numb, and all my actions froze.

"Relax, relax."

The familiar voice of ridicule suddenly appeared in his ears. At this moment, Tony suddenly wanted to breathe a sigh of relief. Anyway, he didn't wait for nothing?

Is it funny or angry.

Gently placed his head on the back of the sofa with both hands, a bald and smiling image of Obadai with a white beard appeared in front of him.

"You still remember this thing, right? It's a pity that the government didn't approve the production. Temporary paralysis is still very useful."

"Tony, when I ordered you to be hunted down," Obaday took out a columnar container one by one, and took out Tony's steel core with ease, while still not forgetting to taunt: "I'm still worried, I killed Xia Jin Old hen with eggs, but you see, you deserve to die, and you have to lay one last golden egg."

He shook the core in front of Tony like a demonstration: "Do you think the thoughts in your mind are yours? Your father helped create the atomic bomb, and he wants to hold on to it like you, so what does the world think?" ?”

It's really heartbreaking to say this kind of words, Tony thought so, it's a good thing he didn't do it in advance, otherwise... before he heard this sentence and before he didn't know that he would do it in front of his face It's impossible to be so cruel.

Even the old man is involved, do you think our family is a pawn that can be used and discarded at will?Or is it really the hen that lays the golden eggs as you said.

In other words, why am I still so calm after hearing him say this and that.

Are you mentally prepared?

……

Outside Stark Tower, Shady Lane.

"Todd? It's amazing that you're working for a group president."

The knife in Damian's hand slammed into the ground in front of Jason, blocking Jason's path - although in theory, he hadn't reached the height of Jason's chest.

Jason stopped his movements when he saw Damian, and cursed to himself why this damn brat came here. He thought Thalia was troublesome enough, but he still sneered: "Oh? Why don't you grow any hair? Qi's little ghost head? Is there no one left in the League of Assassins? Or have you condescended to work for a small gang called what... freedom fighters?"

"It's quite suitable for you." When the last word landed, Jason raised his hand and shot Damian.

"To shut up!"

Damian easily dodged the shot sideways, and slashed forward with the long knife obliquely. Maybe it was because Jason underestimated the enemy, or maybe he didn't care. In short, this knife went down and successfully cut off the submachine gun in his hand. Hands fell to the ground.

Jason chuckled and suddenly had a knife in his hand. When Damian leaned down due to inertia, he raised the knife and caught Damian's blade in the middle.

"It's from Wilson." Looking at the knife, the corner of Jason's mouth seemed to twitch. "For the price of being annoyed all afternoon, he is really different from Slade."

"I thought you wouldn't use any other knives except the blade of the big caste." Damian snorted coldly, and looked at it with both hands: "Just a random knife like that? I don't think it's worthy of a fight with me .”

"The blade of the great caste can only be pulled out by facing a real demon," Jason taunted: "Obviously you are not qualified for that, demon boy."

Compared to Damian's hard work, Jason seemed very relaxed. Think about it, even if Damian was raised as a weapon, regardless of talent, the gap in strength and age can't make up for it.

As for dodging, well, even if you weigh two hundred pounds, you won't be afraid.

Damian drew the knife sharply, and a sharp edge flashed across the blade, which was reflected in Jason's pupils. The pupils were blue without any impurities and contained no emotions—this was considered a basic requirement for fighting.

The tip of the blade stabbed obliquely at an unbelievable angle. Jason was surprised by the move, which was obviously not a skill in normal combat.

"Why, you finally stopped carrying your tasteless red bucket?" Damian couldn't help but sneer as soon as he gained the upper hand.

Jason immediately snapped back, and at the same time counterattacked quickly: "If it was Talia in front of me, I would wear it without hesitation. At least no matter what I say, my decision to make the red hood has a direct relationship with her."

"I just don't want a friend to know, but it has nothing to do with you. In the final analysis, it's just a little devil."

Damian was not angered this time, but thoughtful instead: "Stop me, your purpose is just to delay time?"

"It was you who stopped me." Jason didn't seem to mind talking about this: "But after seeing you, my purpose has become to stall for time to stop you."

"For example, the gang of assassins you brought have been stopped."

……

Outside Stark Tower, next to the parking lot.

"Without the power of death, 'Distortion' is indeed much weaker than before, even with the same mental power for three years... Is this the difference between divine power and spiritual power?"

Ji Chen looked at the sudden death of an assassin in front of him, and looked around at more gradually surrounded forms, smiled, and raised a long knife that was brought from Wade in his hand.

"I think Jason is right. I haven't really fought since I lost my memory. Now is indeed the best opportunity to hone my skills."

Close your eyes, relying on your body memory and all the skills you have used to connect with Deadpool, try your best to restore the muscle memory of this body.

He rushed out directly from the encirclement, holding the knife with both hands across his chest, and slashed forward with one knife.

The knife in the hand cuts the flesh and blood, staggers the attacked body, turns the blade and penetrates into the broken bone, the opponent's flesh and blood are splashed by one's own robe, and the viscous liquid splashes on the black windbreaker, adding a bit of spookiness to this modern scene .

Suddenly feeling cold in front of him, he opened his eyes while backing away, just in time to see a sharp light brushing against his neck, and blood splashed out in the next second, but the wound came from the knife he wiped on the opponent's body.

The tip of the tongue habitually licks the blood at the corner of the mouth, the sweet and fishy feeling spreads from the taste buds, and a familiar feeling magnifies from the whole body.

"Is this how I spent my time in the League of Assassins before..." The smile on the corner of his mouth gradually widened, and the long knife was more familiar and powerful.

"I love so much."

Because this is... a training that belongs exclusively to the night.

(End of this chapter)