Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 434 19. A Madman

At 9 o'clock in the morning, the first passenger plane from England landed on the runway of Wichita Airport.

As the gangway descended, sleepy-eyed passengers stepped off the plane in an orderly manner. A lady in a black robe and a felt hat looked a bit eye-catching.

She exudes an aura of indifference, like an iceberg, but she herself is like a researcher traveling far away, wearing a pair of rimless glasses, with the temperament of a researcher, carrying a handbag, Do not communicate with other people.

She is Moira, a former biological geneticist and now a Talon mercenary.

A woman with a very unique life.

She advocates science and genetic modification to allow human beings to enter a more civilized and advanced era, but she was disqualified from research because of illegal surgery.

Her operation was successful, and Roadhog in Talon Mercenaries is her perfect research result.

Extremely strong and undeformed skin, powerful muscle tissue, and stronger bones than ordinary people, can survive in various extreme environments, and can quickly restore the vitality of the body by absorbing special gas.

Faster reflexes, stronger strength, and a more robust physique perfectly meet the requirements of Deathstroke for fighters.

Although the sanity has been irreversibly damaged, as far as this achievement itself is concerned, there is no need to care about such a small flaw.

However, Moira is no longer satisfied with this rudimentary biological genetic modification, she has a new goal.

Deadpool, Wade Wilson.

The cancer cells and regenerative cells in this mutant's body are fighting frantically every second, putting him in a unique and artistic balance between life and death.

Moira believes that Deadpool's cells and his altered genes will become the perfect blueprint for transforming all human beings.

The great cause of human beings conquering death thousands of years ago will complete the last link in her hands.

And Deadpool, he is the key to eternal life.

Thinking of this, a slightly distorted smile flashed across Moira's indifferent face. She looked around, pulled down the felt hat, and then took off her big suitcase from the luggage tray, and took it I took out my phone and looked at the map, and planned to go to the meeting point.

It was a remote town, Smallwell, a place Moira had never heard of.

She doesn't care about the failure of this mission. As a support staff, she never cares about these missions, as long as Deathstroke can provide her with enough research funds every month.

Yes, Moira joined Talon for two reasons.

First, there are test subjects that can be studied.

Second, there is ample research funding here.

In other words, the disreputable biologist didn't mind working for someone else, if someone else would provide Moira with enough research funding and not interfere with her research projects.

"Ms. Moira?"

A somewhat indifferent voice sounded behind Moira, interrupting her thinking.

The biologist turned around and saw Agent Babette in a black uniform standing behind her, and around her body, several agents with indifferent faces were surrounding her.

"You don't look like friends."

Moira took a step back vigilantly. She raised her gloved right hand, and a dangerous black energy danced on her fingers.

As a hands-on biogeneticist, how could Moira not have experimented on herself before transforming others?

She is also a superhuman who has been transformed by herself.

"Calm down, ma'am."

Barbie wasn't afraid of the throbbing energy in Moira's hand. She looked around and said to Moira:

"You're not like the rest of Talon. You have no blood on your hands, no murders, and your only mistake is conducting illegal biological research...I didn't come to catch you, ma'am."

"I'm here to bring you a word for my boss."

Agent Babette said softly:

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is recruiting all kinds of excellent talents, and the SDOLD we are in needs even more excellent biologists like you to join. If you are willing, you can immediately get your own laboratory in the ghost base, and The first phase of research funding is 500 million US dollars, and the amount of the second phase of research funding will be determined based on your research results."

"The most important thing is that you don't need to be sneaky in the future, hiding like a sewer rat."

"We can provide you with a new identity, and guarantee that no one will disturb your research."

"Well said."

Moira wasn't a fool, she didn't let her guard down, and she asked:

"But I'm curious, what do you need me to help you research? You know, I'm not interested in research work that other people have already done. It's a waste of life."

"Bioaugmentation."

Babbitt said:

"A combination of ancient magic skills and modern science, the purpose of the experiment is to mass-produce human warriors who can fight against aliens. We call them 'demon hunters'. Our experiment has been successful, but now we are missing The art of pushing individual studies into series trials, we need professionals like you."

"interesting."

Moira dissipated the energy in her hands, she looked at Agent Babette, she rubbed her hands with some excitement, she said:

"When will we start the experiment?"

"Ok?"

Agent Babbit looked at the biologist in surprise, and she asked:

"Your companions... don't you care?"

"them?"

Moira frowned and said:

"They're not companions, I can't even remember their names, they're just... well, test subjects, test subjects to be done, that's all. My relationship with them is not as close as you think, I'm a researcher."

She emphasized:

"A pure, professional researcher."

"Okay, let's not waste any more time. You say you already have a successful test sample, and I need to take a look and analyze the genetic makeup before I can give my judgment... Time is running out, miss, let's Get out of here now."

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At the same time that Agent Babette was driving Moira to the ghost base, Merlin was pushing the door in a bar in Chinatown, Vancouver, Canada.

This bar is... well, not so purely a drinking place.

Merlin saw at a glance those girls in rags who were dancing seductively above the bar which was bustling with people.

But he didn't care about it. He walked to the bar, ordered a glass of wine, and sat there alone, enjoying the song and dance that he didn't see often. After ten minutes, he turned his head and said to the bartender in front of him:

"You have a girl named Vanessa here, don't you?"

"Correct!"

The bartender showed Merlin an expression that "men can understand", and he said:

"Vanessa is the heartthrob here, but it's a pity that she is different from other women. She works in this kind of place but doesn't go out with other men very much. I heard that she had a boyfriend before and was about to get married, but That man was unlucky, got cancer and died...Vanessa still remembers that bastard and because he turned down so many good men."

The 40-year-old bartender said with some regret:

"I'm talking about the real nice guys, not the drinking crap sitting here."

"???"

Hearing this sentence, Merlin immediately put down the wine glass in his hand, and the old bartender also realized that he had said something wrong, so he hurriedly explained:

"I'm talking about the crap over there, not you, you're not crap...you look like a decent decent person. Look, here comes Vanessa!"

Merlin turned around, and saw a beautiful woman in a very sexy black skirt, light makeup, and long hair draped into the bar. She was working here. After she came in, the men around were like They all whistled at her as if they had slapped chicken blood.

It seems that her popularity is indeed quite high.

"Okay, I should go."

Merlin put some money on the table, adjusted his clothes, and walked towards Vanessa.

"You know Wade, Wade Wilson, right?"

Merlin stood in Vanessa's way, and he asked bluntly:

"I need help finding him!"

"Wade is dead."

Vanessa said indifferently:

"I'm busy, don't bother me."

"Oh, miss, it's not up to you."

Merlin shook his head, he snapped his fingers, Vanessa's body immediately lost self-control, her beautiful eyes shone with a look of horror, but her body couldn't help reaching out to hold Merlin's arm , under the envious gazes of other men, followed him out of the bar step by step.

Merlin didn't go far either, he took a room in the hotel next to the bar.

He took Vanessa into the room, and then released the shackles on Vanessa's body. He didn't do anything excessive, but walked to the window on his own, looking down at the street below.

Behind him, Vanessa grabbed the fruit knife on the table, held it with both hands, and looked at Merlin with a face full of fear, as if she was afraid that this man would hurt her.

"Put that thing down, it can't protect you."

Merlin said without looking back:

"I'm not interested in a ostentatious girl like you, Miss Vanessa, I've said it all, you're just a tool... used to lure out my 'new friend' Wade."

"Wade is dead! You crazy!"

Vanessa screamed:

"His tombstone is just outside the city, do you want me to take you to see it!"

"Oh, really?"

Merlin turned his head, he pushed his glasses, stretched out his hand, and a group of flexible black mist roared and rushed towards Vanessa, wrapped the neck of this coquettish beauty, and lifted her into the air.

"Call it."

Merlin straightened his collar and said softly:

"The louder the barking, the better...Let's see if our Wade is a heartless bastard."

Merlin Shiran sat on the chair next to him. Amid Vanessa's ear-piercing screams, he picked up his mobile phone and browsed the web, looking for information related to Wade.

This guy is indeed a lunatic.

No compromises.

Any villain would take great care to protect his information, but Deadpool... This guy actually put his resume on the recruitment website to find a job so grandiosely.

"Name: Deadpool."

"Occupation: Killer & Mercenary."

"Tasks to undertake: including but not limited to the following projects: assassination, robbery, rescue, babysitter, private detective, swordsmanship instructor, looking for lost cats and dogs, homework assignment (living: below 8th grade), courier delivery, girl pick-up guidance, gang fights ..."

When I read this, not only Merlin, but even Vanessa, who was suffocated by the black mist around her neck, was stunned.

The corners of Merlin's eyes twitched a little. He looked at the description at the bottom of the resume, where there was only a stick figure-like self-portrait of Deadpool.

Just like an 8-year-old's doodles.

"How dare he say he's not crazy..."

Merlin rubbed his forehead, he turned to Vanessa and said:

"This is your boyfriend, miss, your aesthetics...is really a little distorted."

"That's not Wade...that's not."

Vanessa held the cloud of mist with both hands, and she said with difficulty:

"You're crazy too!"

"No, I'm not."

Merlin shrugged, he raised his hand, the black smoke condensed into a shadow throwing knife at the tip of his finger, he pointed the blade at Vanessa's beautiful face, and he yawned.

"It's been 5 minutes, I've waited long enough..."

"Unfortunately, Miss Vanessa, it seems that Wade has moved on... Then, it's time to say goodbye!"

"Swish"

Merlin threw a sharp throwing knife at the young lady in front of him without hesitation. At almost the same time, a strange light lit up in the room, as if some kind of teleportation device had taken effect. He rushed into the room amidst the aftermath of the wave, lying on Vanessa's body like an octopus, blocking the flying knife that was piercing Vanessa with his back.

"puff"

Blood, scorching blood was spilled everywhere.

Merlin Shi suddenly stood up, in the scattered blood, he stretched out his hand, patted it, as if applauding, he said:

"You think I don't know you've been hiding upstairs? Wade..."

"You see, everyone has weaknesses, even a lunatic... You should protect this lady, instead of rushing out at the last moment so recklessly."

"Sleep well, Wade."

Hearing this, Deadpool suddenly raised his head, and saw Vanessa struggling, and in his abdomen, the needle in Vanessa's hand had pierced his abdomen.

And that tube of blue liquid was also poured into his body.

"boom"

Deadpool fell powerlessly to the ground, he struggled to stand up, but Merlin stretched out his foot and stepped on his chest, the flying smoke entangled Deadpool on the ground, making him unable to move, his condescending Look at Deadpool, especially the torn red belt around his waist.

Behind the glasses, Merlin's eyes danced with a cold light.

他 说:

"You also stole our 084 item..."

"But it's okay, I've got you...bitchi!"

(End of this chapter)