Marvel world code name ghost

"boom"

There was an explosion, and two groups of black shadows grappling together broke through the wall and smashed heavily into a pile of messy cargo boxes. The powerful kinetic energy smashed into several deep holes in the cargo boxes.

"Jimmy, you can't kill me, you should know this." Victor, who was covered in blood, glanced at the sharp claw that completely pierced his chest, as if he couldn't feel the pain at all, and teased Logan.

"I don't need to kill you, I just need to stop you." Logan said breathlessly. After speaking, he took a deep breath and raised his head with a heavy headbutt.

"Boom"

This time, steel vs flesh, steel wins

Logan looked at Victor who fainted, retracted his claws, looked at Kara not far away, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his blood-stained right hand.

Kara cried with joy, ran quickly to her beloved, threw herself into his arms and cried loudly.

"Let's go rescue people." Logan comforted the beauty in his arms and walked deeper into the base.

Turning left and right, Logan and Kara came to the cell where mutants were held. After taking care of the guards, Logan used his invincible Adamant steel claws to cut through the door lock of the iron prison and killed a group of tortured mutants. The boy was rescued.

"Sister" When Logan opened one of the cell doors, a beautiful figure hugged Kara.

"Oh, Emma, ​​my dear Emma." The two sisters hugged each other, enjoying a brief warm moment.

"I think we should move faster." Logan sniffed his nose habitually, and his keen beast intuition told him that this place was not safe.

Logan and his group walked through the deep corridor and came to a shutdown warehouse. The long-lost sunshine shone on them, lifting their spirits.

Just as they were preparing to escape from here, the door of the warehouse was opened, and a slender figure appeared at the door. The sunlight outside the door hit him, forming a huge shadow on the ground, full of oppression.

Logan squinted his eyes and looked forward carefully, his expression slightly solemn.

"Wade, is that you?"

No one answered.

After Logan fully adapted to the dazzling sunlight, he looked at the black lines marked on Ron's mouth and upper body that were sutured during the experiment, and nodded helplessly.

"It seems that Stryker has found a way to solve your chatty problem. So you are my derivative, "Weapon xi""

Still no answer.

"Okay" Logan took a deep breath, raised his hands slightly, and clenched his fists.

The air slowly became thicker, and Carla and the others slowly backed away to ensure that the man in front was left with enough fighting space.

"Kill them." Stryker, who was hiding in the main control room, gave Ron the order to attack.

Next, what Logan, his team, and Stryker didn't expect at all was that the "robot Wade" they saw in their eyes was completely controlled by humans. He scratched his head in a humane way, pointed sideways to the outside of the warehouse, and motioned for them to leave quickly. .

""

"Weapon Xi, what are you doing? I order you to kill them immediately."

Stryker's angry voice echoed in Ron's mind from time to time. This strong discomfort made him frown, then he raised his right fist, stretched out the long blade, and cut open the suture of his mouth.

"Ah, what is he going to do?"

"Oh my God, it hurts."

"This guy" Logan murmured as the corners of his eyes twitched.

"Huh!" Ron endured the severe pain and held up his newly opened mouth, paying no attention to the blood that had flowed to his chest.

Within a few seconds, the wound healed. Ron tore off a piece of cloth from his pants and wiped the blood on his chin. A brand new mouth appeared on his face.

“Hehehehahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha” The pain of human experimentation, the depression that cannot be vented because the mouth is sealed, and the joy of being reborn, these contradictory and conflicting emotions are intertwined. At this moment, Ron just wants to do something thing, that is

kill.

Kill that beep beep beep Stryker

Due to the body of the most powerful mercenary, Ron's current condition is very good. Coupled with the self-healing factor derived from Wolverine, he feels that the life breath in his body is so strong that it is about to overflow.

Vent He wants to vent

Ron calmed down and looked at the people not far away. Finally, his eyes rested on Logan and said:

"Will you come with me to kill Stryker?"

Logan was obviously moved, but Kara held his hands and shook her head.

Logan took a deep breath and said, "Wade, I'm not going. I just want to leave here with Kara."

"That's right. Since you left the mutant team a few years ago, it seems like you haven't killed anyone for a long time." Ron smiled and turned around.

"Oh, by the way, I'm not Wade, my name is Ron, don't forget it." After saying that, ignoring the Canadian man who was obviously confused, Ron looked at the black bird flying quickly from the sky. Disappeared instantly.

"Hello, Professor."

"You didn't even think about escaping." Ron teleported to the main control room and found that Stryker was not in any panic. He was still sitting on the chair with the old god present, holding a revolver in his hand.

"Bullets made of Edman metal can directly severely damage your body. If they hit your head, you will die."

"Really?" Ron was noncommittal and came to Stryker's side in an instant. He stretched out his long knife and slashed at the back of his neck.

"click"

Just when Stryker was about to be dismembered, he pressed a button, and Ron instantly felt an inexplicable force blasting into his brain, making his spirit chaotic and his movements stiff.

Taking this opportunity, Stryker rolled away from Ron who was suffering from pain. Looking at the distorted expression on his face, he laughed like a night owl:

"Hahahahaha, how about it? The effect of mental shock is pretty good, right?"

"Yes, Jason, you are such a beast! He is your son," Ron said painfully.

"He is not my son." When Jason was mentioned, Stryker suddenly became emotional. He raised his hand and shot Ron in the chest.

"Poof!" Ron suddenly felt as if his chest had been hit head-on by a truck. The muscles torn apart by the powerful kinetic energy of the bullet were regenerating crazily, but because the bullet was stuck there, the wound was difficult to heal.

"bang bang bang"

Three more shots were fired into Ron's thigh and shoulder, which were still difficult to heal and bleeding. But for him, the mental pain is more unbearable than the physical pain.

"Bastard" Ron tried to concentrate, but Stryker didn't give him a chance and pointed the gun at his head.

"Goodbye, Wade, you are still my most satisfying work so far." Stryker put an annoying smile on his face and put his index finger on the trigger.

At this critical moment, Ron's eyes turned red and the laser fired, instantly piercing Stryker's chest.

This is not over yet. I saw Ron turning his head with difficulty, and the two orange-yellow lasers slowly but firmly cut and burned everything around him, causing the surrounding area to instantly turn into a sea of ​​fire.

Just when Ron turned his head to a certain angle, the violent mental shock suddenly disappeared, and he collapsed to the ground due to mental exhaustion.

"boom"

The huge mutant base exploded due to Cyclops' all-round strafing. The fire gradually engulfed Ron, and the huge impact also affected the Blackbird reconnaissance plane that had just taken off.

"My name is Ron"

"Your name is Ron, why aren't you called Wade, cutie? Isn't Deadpool's name worthy of you? And why is your skin so smooth and tender? Why is my skin like a spoiled avocado? Why why not Vanessa? Still love me, woohoo”

Just when the flames were about to completely engulf Ron, an extremely talkative red figure appeared in front of him, picked up his body that was burned by the flames and disappeared again, as if he had never appeared before.

On the other side, on the Blackbird reconnaissance plane that had stabilized, a bald man with eyes full of wisdom and vicissitudes of life looked at the sea of ​​fire in the distance and asked in a gentle tone:

"Can you tell me his name again?"

"Ron, his name is Ron"

The wild wolf also looked at the sea of ​​fire with complicated eyes