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The pink room fills people with all kinds of peachy reveries just by looking at it.

Lily entered the room, hummed a joyful tune and walked towards the bathroom, her clothes falling to the floor with her footsteps.

A few minutes later, Lily lay lazily on the bed, squinting her eyes and waiting.

"Tuk Tuk!"

There was a knock on the door. Lily's eyes lit up and she strode towards the door. After adjusting her expression and body in front of the door, she opened the door with a slight movement of her hand.

"Wow! Beauty, you..."

A man with a fit body and a handsome face walked in. Without even finishing a complete sentence, he was pulled in, then gagged, and pushed to the slowly rocking water bed.

The war started.

Mark hung on the outer wall of the hotel, exposed his head in front of the window of the room, and then kept pressing the shutter with his fingers to take a picture of the two happy people.

This male protagonist looks a bit familiar.

Mark was a little confused, but he really couldn't match the character in his mind.

Just when Mark finished shooting and was about to jump down from here and leave, he saw the male protagonist in the room pulling the bath towel beside him, wrapping it around his waist, threw himself at the window, and grabbed the camera in Mark's hand. At the same time, he shouted loudly: "I didn't expect to be here this time!"

Mark dodged the opponent's grasp, raised his head and smiled at the opponent, saying: "Next time, remember to close the window and draw the curtains."

As soon as he finished speaking, under the gaze of the other party, he let go of the window and fell directly from the third floor.

"Don't think you can run away!" The man shouted angrily, turned around and blew a kiss to Lily, and also jumped from the third floor.

The man rolled around on the ground a few times. After getting rid of the impact, he stood up and chased after Mark.

The white bath towel curved uninhibitedly behind him as the man ran.

The man was very fast, but he could only watch as the distance between the two slowly widened.

Twisting his body, the man looked at the direction Mark left and turned into an alley.

"Damn it, are all those long-distance running champions working as love reporters?"

While complaining, the man rushed out of the alley, appeared in front of Mark, and raised his hand to grab the camera in Mark's hand.

Mark paused, smiled at the man, and the camera disappeared from his hand in an instant.

The man was stunned for a moment and said coldly: "Hand over your things quickly, before I beat you until you call me mother!"

Mark hooked his fingers and said, "Come and get it if you have the ability."

The man grinned at Mark, took a step forward, and struck Mark's face with his fist fiercely.

The smile on Mark's face remained unchanged. When the man stepped forward, a black pistol suddenly appeared in his hand and was pointed at the man's head.

The man's fists were raised to the top of his head in an instant, without any trace in front of him, and his movements were smooth and smooth.

"Um...brother, does the photo look good? Is it not satisfactory? Is the angle good enough? If it doesn't look good, brother, you can retake it! I can do it!"

The corner of Mark's mouth twitched. This was the first time he had seen such a shameless person.

However, looking at the other person's face, Mark felt that there was no surprise when such words came out of the other person's mouth.

He finally remembered who the other party was.

Wade Wilson, without the tights, becomes pre-Deadpool mercenary Wade.

But isn’t this a reversal of the future? How could a future Deadpool appear?

By the way, the X-Men and X-Men School appeared in the Deadpool movie, and even Professor X and the others appeared in the second film...

If you think about it this way, it's not difficult to understand.

"your name?"

Mark asked calmly.

Wade chuckled and said: "Names may be true or false, they don't mean anything. Why don't you give me a name, for example..."

"boom!"

Mark's eyes twitched, and he punched Wade in the face, causing the rest of his words to disappear instantly from his mouth.

"Wow!"

Wade covered his face and muttered: "Brother, if you hit someone, you don't want to hit someone in the face. If you do this, I will be embarrassed!"

Mark's eyes twitched and he raised his fist again.

Wade raised his hand and said hurriedly: "Wade!"

Just when Mark was about to speak, Wade suddenly reached out and grabbed Mark's gun, pushed Mark into the alley, then bent his knees and pushed it against Mark's crotch. Unexpectedly, Mark easily blocked Wade's attack with one hand and squeezed it. Wade slammed to the ground.

"Uh!"

Wade screamed in pain, and when Mark pointed his gun at his head again, he said righteously: "You don't need a gun if you have the ability!"

Seeing this scene, Wade said speechlessly: "Are you playing tricks?"

"Then you are the monkey in my hand now." Mark smiled slightly, the gun disappeared from his hand, released Wade, and said: "Come on!"

Wade stood up, wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, roared angrily, grabbed his slipping towel, turned around and ran away.

Mark blinked and cursed with a smile: "This scoundrel!"

He should have thought that with the other person's character, it would be strange for him to fight to the death.

However, his first mission was completed, and he also met an unexpected person.

"It's really interesting."

Mark whispered and left quickly.

……

The night, like gentle hands, gently heals people's injuries during the day, allowing them to shed their disguise in the sun and reveal their true selves.

Wade walked into Margaret Sisters Bar with his eyes still blue.

"Hey, Wade, you're not dead yet?"

"Fake squid!"

Wade raised his middle finger, cursed at the other party, and walked towards the bar.

"Have a beer...!"

Before he finished speaking, Wade's eyes narrowed and he touched his hand on his waist. A pistol appeared in his hand and he pointed it at another figure in front of the bar without hesitation.

But before he could aim his pistol at the man, a silver knife flashed and the gun in his hand broke into two pieces.

Wade was stunned, looking at Mark who didn't look back, and touched his waist again with his other hand.

"What you are going to take out is a gun. Next time I will chop off your hand."

Recalling a cold voice that impressed him deeply, Wade's face flashed with embarrassment, and then he smiled happily as if he had seen an old friend. He took out a thumb-sized doll from his trouser pocket and walked carefully to the bar. He handed it to Mark and said, "My favorite thing is for you!"

He found that he was suppressed by Mark, and Mark's ability to make things disappear and bring them out without any warning reminded him of a type of person he had met before.

If it's those people, it's better not to provoke them. It would be better if they could be friends.

Mark glanced at a Barbie doll stained with suspicious liquid, hesitated, and said, "Wash it and give it to others."

"Okay!" Wade happily put it away, licking his face and said, "Does the photo look good?"

“It’s beautiful, very exciting!”

Mole smiled happily and shook the photo in his hand.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.