Marvel's Cultivator

Drip~woo~~drip~woo~~!

The rain gradually lightened, and a series of rapid sirens sounded from far to near, turning into a flickering light strip on the road in the hazy drizzle.

After the Punisher and the others, the policemen also arrived at the scene on time with dedication. They quickly got out of the car, pulled up the cordon skillfully, sealed off the entire scene, and began to investigate.

Director George held an umbrella in his hand, accompanied by the deputy director, stepped through the severely distorted iron gate on the ground, and walked into a mess of ruins. Although the rain had lasted for a long time, the ruins were still floating There were bursts of black smoke.

"My God! There's nothing left." He sighed looking at the scene in front of him, and his dissatisfaction with the night shift somewhat subsided.

Looking at the busy colleagues and subordinates, George Stacey couldn't help feeling a little emotional. In the past, in all kinds of superpower crimes in New York, their police officers always played the role of soy sauce and aftermath, and they failed to play their due role at all. role.

However, he also knows in his heart that fragile ordinary people can't stand against these criminals with various abilities, but as a responsible and conscientious policeman, he always hopes to do something, at least he can no longer just stand by and watch.

Thinking of this, he regained his former enthusiasm and asked the deputy director beside him, "Have you found anyone?"

"Yes, sir." The deputy chief thought for a while, then nodded and replied.

With his hands behind his back and his chest upright, Chief George ordered confidently, "Bring him here, I want to see you."

Hearing the words, the deputy director seemed to have some doubts in his eyes, he hesitated for a while, and asked tentatively: "Sir, are you sure?"

"Didn't you understand?" George Stacey felt that he should have explained his words clearly, and asked the deputy director a little strangely.

"Okay, sir." The deputy chief nodded quickly, and then left.

After a while, I saw two police officers wearing masks and carrying a stretcher in their hands. The deputy director walked in front and beckoned them to go faster, and then he came to George to claim credit. Said: "Director, I brought the man."

George glanced at him, nodded in satisfaction, and turned to check: "Very well, let me see..."

But immediately, George's face changed. He turned his head a little annoyed, stared at the deputy director and asked, "What is this?!"

The deputy director and George looked at each other, blinked innocently, gulped nervously, and then uttered a word tremblingly: "Huh...people?"

As if shocked by the other party's IQ, George Stacey stretched out his right hand and rubbed his chin speechlessly, looking at the deputy director, not knowing what to say:

"I mean...I mean, let you bring a living person! Not..."

He immediately pointed to the stretcher angrily.

“A "burnt banana"!"

After finishing speaking, he held his forehead angrily and complained in a low voice, "Oh my god!"

How could I have such stupid teammates, working with this group of insects, how could I be a good policeman!

The deputy director looked at the appearance of his own official, and reported cautiously:

"There is no one alive, sir. In fact, this is the most complete one. The rest are as bad as my dad's chocolate!"

It’s okay not to say anything, but as soon as the voice fell, Director George put down his hand, raised his head, stared at him seriously and reprimanded him: "What are you still doing here, hurry up and take this thing away, I'm not a forensic doctor!"

"Yes! Sir!" The adjutant immediately trembled, stood up straight and saluted, and then beckoned his subordinates to leave.

Looking at the three people going away, George Stacey breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked to the inside of the scene. Not far away, the chiefs of several departments were discussing together. When he saw it, he immediately stepped forward and asked :

"Did you find any clues?"

"Yes, sir."

Several people nodded and looked at each other. One of them immediately reported that we found some footprints and a lot of dead people. They seemed to be wearing special clothes, like some kind of tights. "

"Special? Tights?" Hearing these words, he seemed to think of something. He wrapped his left hand around his waist, rubbed his chin with his right hand, and put on a thoughtful look.

Seeing this, several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and no one dared to disturb them. After a while, a person asked, "Sir, what's the problem?"

George Stacy came back to his senses, looked at his colleagues, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I remembered something, this matter is so serious, it looks like it will be taken over by the FBI."

Under the moonlight, a Prada was driving on the empty streets in the old city of New York, and the dim lights kept flashing across everyone's faces.

"Sneeze! Someone seems to be thinking of me?" Deadpool suddenly sneezed and rubbed his nose with his hand.

"You'd better be careful, if it weren't for the dust explosion you caused, it wouldn't be your turn to drive now!"

A majestic, low and magnetic voice was beside Deadpool. The Punisher had a white bandage wrapped around his arm, staring intently at the road ahead.

"I am a master of Need for Speed, the champion of the competition." Deadpool boasted and comforted.

"Wouldn't it be a game in the elderly community?" The Punisher was not too interested in Deadpool's joke, but still asked.

Deadpool was silent for a while, and replied: "Uh... it's actually a primary school competition."

But in fact, the Punisher doesn't distrust Deadpool's driving skills. After all, Deadpool was an excellent mercenary before. question.

Half an hour later, the destination was already in sight, and the punisher thought that it was finally coming to an end, but at this moment, Deadpool suddenly asked enthusiastically: "Do you know how a car takes a photo, stepping on the accelerator and brake at the same time! "

"That's a black and white photo! Stop it!!" The punisher jumped up immediately, wanting to kick Deadpool out.

However, it was too late, and Deadpool cheered as if he had been injected with chicken blood: "Eggplant!!"

Then he stepped on his feet hard, grabbed the steering wheel with his right hand and slammed it violently, and the whole car spun like a big spinning top and rushed towards the target.

"Ah!!!" Deadpool's cheers were mixed with the screams of the crowd. After the classic car spun an unknown number of times, it only heard bang!With a bang, the body shook, and the car suddenly stopped against a red brick wall.

The punisher pushed the car door dizzily, and the whole car door fell down with a bang, and fell straight on the road. Even the exhaust pipe drooped to the ground, and a large number of parts were scattered all the way.

Deadpool opened the car door, leaned on the hood of the car in a daze, looked at the parts all over the floor and sighed: "Today's explosion rate is really high!"

in the dark

There was an angry cry from the silent street:

"Deadpool!!!" (chorus)