Marvel's princess becomes king

Waiting and waiting, Wade Wilson sat obediently at first, then lay down, and finally stood curiously on the edge of the aisle, looking into the dark space.

He knew Obadiah, and he knew ordinary rich people. He also knew that this old boy had died six months ago. The more he thought about it, the sadder he became. The old boy died, what about him? He is probably dead too, right?

Ever since Obadiah Stane stepped through that door, he never came out.

Wade didn't feel that he still had the function of heartbeat, but he still counted silently. When the count reached fifteen minutes, the woman's voice at the door sounded again: "Wade Wilson."

He hurriedly opened the door and walked into the room, where he saw a woman with side bangs, a white shirt, and a police vest sitting behind a desk writing some documents.

"Please sit down." The woman pointed to the chair in front of the desk, then finished writing the document in her hand, closed the folder, and then looked at Wade Wilson.

"How's it going? Did the process of getting here go smoothly? Are you worried about going to heaven or hell? To tell you the truth, you made a lot of money..."

Before the woman finished speaking, Wade looked eager, as if he was trying to grab something: "I'll join!"

The woman seemed to be disturbed by him, but she continued according to the original lines: "You have the skills we need, so..."

Wade reiterated his stance: "I'm joining! Needless to say, I can go to work now!"

The woman with straight bangs was amused by him this time. She tapped the pen on the table gently: "Very good, you are very energetic. Keep up this work momentum and you will be rewarded by your superiors."

Wade resisted asking who the superior was. He thought it must be something incredible.

The smile on the woman's face quickly disappeared and turned back into a businesslike expression.

He took out a document from the drawer and handed it to Wade, and said as if he had completed the procedure: "Welcome to the Underworld Police Department. P.D. We work for the God of Death. The people we serve are not the guys you remember. She has nowhere to go. If you are not here, you can do anything. Haha, if you find someone in the police station secretly causing trouble or engaging in corruption, you can go to the Eternal Department next door to report it..."

The woman said a lot of words that Wade didn't understand at all, but he understood the core idea, which was asking him to join the Underworld Police Department and then fight.

As a well-known mercenary, he still prefers to use firearms to solve problems.

At this time, he had to ask one more question: "Well, do we have guns? You won't let us fight with swords, right?"

The woman raised a finger: "Good question!"

The drawer beside her seemed to have infinite space, and she kept taking out guns from it: "You know, there are always some guys in your world, huh? How should I put it? They rely on their abilities and like to go to those places. When venturing into a place where resentment and magic are accumulated, they just bring guns with them, but those guys still don't clean up, and after the fight, the guns are always thrown around."

The woman took out an MK23 pistol, an M4A1 rifle, an M1 shotgun, and finally dragged out an M134 Gatling gun from the drawer.

"These guns were thrown away by humans in a place called Silent Hill. What a waste. We worked hard to pick them up. Let's use them. By the way, you can go to the logistics department to get bullets, bullets specially used to kill spirits. , go ahead and remember to close the door for me."

The woman pointed to the door behind her. Wade Wilson held a lot of guns, including even the Gatling gun, and left the office with a heavy step.

When he reappeared, he had arrived in a lobby that looked like a police station, and Obadiah Stane was looking at him with disgust on his face.

The old man's waist no longer hurts. He changed out of his designer suit and leather shoes. Now he is dressed like an old cowboy, with a casual jacket, vest and plaid shirt, and a golden revolver hanging around his waist.

What's even more amazing is that Obadiah Stane's hair has grown out. He is a little uncomfortable with his hair, so he wears a beige cowboy hat.

"Wow! I thought you would only wear suits in your life?" Wade looked around and saw that "people" in the hall were very busy. He directly occupied the nearest desk and put the things on the desk. Sweeping into the cardboard box, he threw the pile of weapons he was holding onto the table.

Obadiah snorted from his nostrils and pointed at himself with his thumb: "Do you know how many assassinations I suffered when I was young? I have killed countless guys like you who only care about money! Remember, don't delay My hind legs!”

No one was paying attention to them nearby. They were all busy with their own affairs. In addition, they also gained some information when they were "employed" before. They knew very well that from today on, the two of them are partners.

Both of them are RIPD agents, specializing in dealing with issues in the material world, or the Earth side.

"What did Tony Stark say about me? Did he blame everything on me?" Obadiah asked.

Wade Wilson was not interested in these things and recalled for a while: "There shouldn't be one, right? It seems that you died of illness?"

Obadiah is very depressed. It can be said that he has mixed feelings towards Tony Stark now. Rather than hating Tony Stark, it is better to hate the passing Camaro!

The woman responsible for receiving them appeared again: "Very good, rookies. I see that you have a new mental outlook. Now your mission is only one, go to New York! There is a war over there, and there are resentful spirits every minute. , dead souls, or the birth of some dark monster, I don’t care whether they are alive, but those who are dead but still don’t want to leave must be brought back to me!”

The two were sent back to New York again with their faces confused.

They are not intangible, they still have bodies, and they cannot walk through walls or hide on the ground, but RIPD has covered them.

The two of them took out their respective work IDs, which had photos on them. Wade Wilson's ID photo showed an old Chinese man, and Obadiah Stane's photo showed a blond girl.

In the eyes of outsiders, they are the image of an old man and a blonde girl. Unless their strength is higher than that of RIPD, their identities will not be revealed even if they meet Tony Stark and 006.

At this time, New York was still in the middle of the war. Obadiah looked around. Even though he had always looked down on Wade Wilson, he was very knowledgeable about current affairs and started talking to his companion: "What happened in New York? I was alive. New York was not so chaotic back then.”

Wade pulled the man with long hair and hid behind a trash can, looking at the street carefully. The battle between the cyborgs and the vampires had spread to the streets. New York City was completely filled with gunshots and shouts of death late at night. shrouded.