The days when I was making trouble in American comics

Las Vegas, the night is hazy and foggy.

"Do we still need to go find him?" On the messy street, the humiliated Deadpool pulled out the scissors stuck in his head, blood gurgling down, he said to the people behind him, this was already the first time. Four times. If it weren't for making money, he wouldn't want to provoke Stanley's green mask.

There was also a strong fishy smell on his body that made people avoid him.

"This guy is a monster and no one can deal with him. Look, he used a few more condoms last night! Bald Agent, don't you think so?"

"Fuck!" Colson couldn't hold it back. He was another unfortunate person tonight. The mucus on his body that had not been completely wiped off and the rubber products on the ground proved what had just happened.

Coulson was also shocked and angry at the masked weirdo's bad taste. Once again, he probably had a psychological shadow several times.

Although they were not seriously injured in these battles, they also discovered that the masked weirdo's actions were more like teasing them. While giving people hope, they also made everyone feel the consequences of the huge gap in strength. despair.

No weapons or methods they carry can harm each other, but Stanley can deal with them in various weird ways.

Will nuclear bombs be used again? No, maybe nuclear bombs can't solve all problems, isn't that Alex Mercer... and the explosion and radiation will destroy everything here, and it won't leave enough time for tourists and residents to evacuate, because this will make the enemy Alert and run away...

Thinking of this, Steve Rogers' already sullen face turned darker, "We must solve it even if it can't be solved. Wang Xiaoer, can you Biluo send stronger people to support?"

"I have already reported the situation, and experts will be sent from above." Glancing at Steve Rogers, Dumpling replied casually, "This is what will happen if you don't give us the things directly. Now it's fine, it's all gone. Let someone take it away directly.”

He, Wang Xiaoer, and Wu Liuqi were almost uninjured, and of course, they gained nothing.

Without Wang Xiaoer using the Zhuxian Order, the three of them could not cause any substantial harm to Stanley.

"Every man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a treasure. A weak person can never protect anyone or anything. Captain, it seems you didn't do anything." Wu Liuqi then stabbed him carelessly. Who needs whom now? He hopes for revenge. These people from the Alliance of Investors understand this.

Suddenly, Natasha's expression changed, "The mission has changed. The director called. We have to go back first. There is a problem in New York."

"Then how should I calculate the money? You haven't paid me yet! I won't do the following tasks for free. Don't even think about using me for free." Deadpool asked the question he was most concerned about loudly. He didn't care about other things. He doesn't care. Since there is a new task, he must settle his previous account first. As the saying goes, it is only natural to use money to do things.

"Bring that garrulous idiot back with you! I have something to talk to him about, and the money has already been sent to him." Nick Fury's voice came from Natasha's ears, but the specific emotions in it were unclear.

……

A few days later, the S.H.I.E.L.D.

"The characteristics of that place are currently known: first, portals will randomly appear in various places in the world and involve people around them; second, after passing the novice trial, you can get certain unknown rewards, and you can travel back and forth between the earth and the arena at any time. But there are mandatory tasks to be performed, and the consequence of refusal is that they will be sent to the Wasteland of Life and Death to survive; third, the eliminated ones who are not dead will also be sent to the Wasteland of Life and Death..."

Nick Fury distributed the information at hand to everyone and talked about it.

These are all inferred by experts based on the oral account of Ye Xing, who has experienced his first official mission, and the videos in the official live broadcast room of the Arena of Life and Death, and almost all of them have been confirmed to a certain extent in the past few days.

Looking at everyone, Nick Fury continued, "We can ignore the Cosmic Cube for the time being and let the people of Biluo handle it. But this is different. The reward distribution method in the Life and Death Arena seems to be mechanical. Any winner can get it."

"That's why we need to get these rewards in our hands. We can't let them fall into the hands of terrorists and careerists with bad intentions and turn the entire society into chaos. What's more, we must also understand the purpose of that place. What exactly is it... In short, there is nothing wrong with calling you back to concentrate our efforts..."

As he spoke, Nick Fury sighed. He had already asked Maria Hill and Alexander Pierce to handle some of SHIELD's internal affairs, hoping to find the nails buried deep inside.

Looking through the information compiled by Nick Fury, Steve Rogers was shocked to see several photos of the same person except for the numbers on his pants, "Kingpin?"

This is impossible! He is obviously dead! He was not the only one present at the time.

Steve Rogers and Natasha looked at each other, and then looked at the other people around them, including Tony and Iron Fist Danny Rand, both of whom looked like they knew earlier, "You all know?"

"Matt died inside. I had to go in to figure out these 'Kingpin' things." Danny Rand, standing against the wall, looked sad. Their Alliance of Defenders was in tatters, and now he was the only one left alive, a feeling of sadness that haunted him these days.

The haze has been hard to wipe away for a long time. This time Danny Rand has made up his mind. He has entrusted the Rand Group to Tony and is now alone.

Once something happens to him, Iron Man will acquire the Rand Group. This will at least allow the Rand family and his father's hard work to continue, which is an acceptable way for Danny to deal with it.

"I have written several letters to Kunlun about Biluo and Huangquan, but they have all fallen into disgrace. There is no reply until now. Maybe your strategies and attitudes towards them will need to change in the future." It seems that he is determined to die. Danny said in a tone of narration.

Tony smiled playfully and patted his shoulder, "Danny, don't be so sad, I'm almost moved to tears!"

"In that case, I am willing to go." Steve Rogers stretched out his hand to indicate that in the era without Peggy, he was also a person without worries. If he could contribute to the peace and security of the United States and the world, he would be the best choice again. Couldn't be happier.

"No, it's not time for you to go. I need you to maintain law and order. Now there are some people who have returned alive from the life and death arena in various parts of New York. They are using those rewards to cause chaos and seek wealth and death." Nick Fury passed his fingers across Captain, Iron Man and Natasha. As more and more such things happened, the people under his hands were used less and less, which gave Nick Fury a headache.

"What about me! Wade Wilson is on call at any time. Director, if you need anything, ask Wade. I am Mr. Mission Definite." Only then did Deadpool break away from the attractive numbers in the mobile banking. He looked up and stared at Nick Fury, with bright eyes, put down his phone and gestured at the muscles hidden under his tight clothes.

"Don't worry, I have arranged a big task for you! You are the one who will enter the life and death arena with Danny. I need you to pass the trial quickly and win three official battles, and finally form a team with this person. .." Nick Fury naturally has not forgotten Deadpool. He loves and hates this mercenary who also seems to have immortality.

What I love is that as long as the money is in place, Deadpool's mission will be carried out very well, and he has helped himself and SHIELD deal with a lot of shady things, but what I hate is that this guy's foul mouth always makes missions go sideways, and He often tells secrets casually, not to mention Deadpool's characteristic of being passive and pretending to be dead when encountering a strong person.

However, the life and death arena can bring out this guy's full potential. It is because of this consideration that Nick Fury must let Natasha call Deadpool back.

"OK! No problem, but what about the price..." Deadpool rubbed his index finger and thumb, glanced at the Chinese man's photo, and looked at Nick Fury expectantly.

"Money is not a problem. As long as you can do it, I can give you a cash check at any time." Tony intervened. Even though most of Stark Industries' shares currently belong to Jaqen H'ghar, he His wealth is still an astronomical figure that is unimaginable to ordinary people. In his opinion, this kind of problem that can be solved with money is better solved with money.

After all, some money has to be earned by others, and Tony naturally understands this truth.

"Director, look at how cheerful he is, this is my employer! Mr. Stark, let's make friends! Your will will be fully implemented. From now on, your business will be my business. We offer monthly and annual subscription services, do you want to consider it?" Deadpool stood up and walked over to Tony, who was not wearing a suit at this time, selling his services in a disgusting way, and it was still a one-on-one kind of thing.

Nick Fury, who was mentioned by Deadpool, clapped his hands calmly. If the money was provided by Tony, it would be a good thing for him and SHIELD.

"Then let's do this for now, we need to wait for him to come out from inside." Nick Fury pointed to the photo of the Chinese man hanging on the blackboard and made the final conclusion.

……

Manhattan, in an alley in Midtown.

An Asian man with a bare upper body walked out slowly under the moonlight, wearing a silver sci-fi watch on his wrist. He had a stern face, long hair, and his body was covered with dense small wounds. At this time, It has become scabbed, like twisted worms.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Ten Ghost Snake King Ma! Please give up resistance now, you need to be sent back to Neon." A voice came from the alley, followed by the sound of neat footsteps and the collision of cold guns.

"Send back?" Ouma tilted his head, not afraid of these dark muzzles, but he knew that facing this kind of firepower, even he would not be able to survive. This was a beast-like intuition.

Natasha walked out from among the members of the special operations team. She tried to convince Ouma that she and others had no malicious intentions. "Hey! Listen to me, okay? Maybe we can talk about what's going on inside. I know you have I got a lot of awards..."

However, before Natasha could finish her words, with an inexplicable fluctuation, Ouma disappeared out of thin air in front of everyone.

"Fake!"

Which number is this? Natasha thought of the few gladiators who had disappeared in the same way before, and suddenly realized that she and others seemed to be unable to do anything to them. They could return to the arena at any time if they wanted, even though they would be forced to have a gladiatorial fight. , but it can still be regarded as a life-saving means.

According to Ye Xing, who returned not long ago, she already knows the characteristics of gladiators fighting and plundering each other, and she also knows that those who can survive high-intensity fighting are all top masters.

However, what Ye Xing said about the battle royale that will come in two days in the life and death arena shocked Nick Fury and everyone. It would not be strange for a person to do anything when facing impending death. No wonder the recent The confusion grew.

This has also increased the pressure to maintain public order.

"Natasha, it looks like it's the same on your side." Tony fell from the sky. He encountered the same situation. He thought of coming to support the Black Widow, but he still failed.

……

A few more days.

In the Queens Factory Research Institute, Chen Shu smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the many gladiators on the screen being driven away by several giant Allosaurus, as well as the trouble-making value rising like a tide in the system panel.

After just a few days, Chen Shu had gained nearly 250,000 trouble points, which was an absolute bumper harvest.

Money is a man's courage. Chen Shu began to plan the next direction of things. In addition to using it for the lottery, he also had to set aside part of it to build the plane space. Only investment will pay off. His life and death arena this time It illustrates this point.

a long time.

With a thought in Chen Shu's mind, the massive amount of trouble-making value began to drop, and he drew the lottery first when he was in doubt.

The disguised weirdo with epic cards alone has the power to dominate Marvel. How powerful are the more advanced golden epics, legends and golden legendary cards? Some figures flashed through Chen Shu's mind, and he immediately forgot about them, because the method of obtaining them was still unknown to him. He didn't know how to get them, so what was the use of coveting them?

In the system, colorful matches flashed on the lottery interface, and Chen Shu jumped over the colorful special effects. This time he drew directly a thousand times. It was estimated that he could draw an epic card, because in the above After drawing the prize for the first time, he also got eight more fragments of epic cards, but who knows how bad the system is.

Chen Shu could not guess the real probability of this lottery. It was different from the pseudo lottery probability in the game developed by the game company in the previous life, because it did not need to be responsible to Chen Shu, the only consumer.

The glory faded, and the system logs began to be refreshed. Chen Shu did not read them one by one this time. He opened the system's card warehouse. If there is something there, it is there, and if it is not there, it is not there. You can tell at a glance.

[Epic card fragments x62]

Seeing this, Chen Shu felt relieved. It seemed that he had good luck today. No matter how good the other cards or props were, they were just scraps.

But this time the system prompts have undergone some changes, "Ding! Do you want to synthesize epic cards? Yes/No" followed by "Do you want to synthesize golden epic cards? Insufficient fragments..."

This made Chen Shu a little excited. Golden epic cards are also synthesized from epic card fragments, but how many fragments are still unknown. If it is like a certain tavern starter, the fragments needed to synthesize gold cards are ordinary cards. It would be bad if it is several times.

Due to this consideration, Chen Shu's originally excited mood calmed down. These trouble-making values ​​were indeed far from enough.

……

In the wasteland of life and death, the eternal blazing sun shines on this gravel beach.

The water dried up, the air was hot and dry, and the breeze was trapped. Only the sound of some pterosaurs flapping their wings and the roars of other dinosaurs in the sky came and went, which seemed particularly terrifying.

Kahn, a black man, was motionless and dormant here quietly. The decreasing number of people on the watch display illustrates the cruelty of this trip.

Only four people can survive, and there are still fourteen people now, which means ten more people will die. Kahn thought, changing his skin to the same color as the stones in the gravel beach, this is why he can survive until now s reason.

As a reward after the fourth official duel, he received this bottle of chameleon gene strengthening potion. In addition to its powerful recovery ability, the most noteworthy thing is that this ability helped him escape many times during this period. Dinosaur round-up.

However, as the number on the watch changed to ten, red dots appeared on the display. This was easy to understand. Even Kahn, who had never gone to school for a day, understood the red dots that represented himself.

But after taking a closer look, his face became ugly. A red dot was rushing towards him at a weird speed. No, it was already in front of him!

Kahn looked up at the air in front of him, his vision went black for a moment, and he lost consciousness.

"Is there anyone here? Haha! Kill another one!" Looking at the broken pieces of flesh and blood on his body, Wyandotte stood up, stretched out his long tongue from his lips, and swept away the dirt around his face, revealing His eyes were as bright as an eagle, with malice and hostility unabashedly emerging in them, as if he was not a living person, but a terrifying beast wearing human skin.

Whitedorn is the most powerful warrior in their tribe. He still maintains the traditional hunting and training. Even when he came here, he never lost a single battle.

The unknown genetic medicine in the box gave him powerful speed. As long as he wanted to, he could run faster than the locomotives created by those hateful white people, and no one could touch the corners of his clothes.

Speed ​​brings power, power destroys enemies, and Wyandot barely uses any of his skills to survive until now.

But after cleaning up the things on his face, Wyandotte did not stop. He looked into the distance again, shaking off the blood and filth on his body as if he was electrocuted. He muttered something inexplicably, and then suddenly fell down. He lowered his upper body and disappeared in place.

A piercing scream resounded through the sky, and the red Ten Ghost Snake King Ma dropped a pterosaur in his hand that was torn to pieces by him, and the air machine tightly locked the rippled air in front of him.

He quickly took out a dark stone from nowhere and threw it on the ground. The ground with a radius of several meters centered on him suddenly sank an inch.

"Got you!"

Wyandotte, who was as cruel and cruel as a cheetah, looked at the king's horse close at hand, and suddenly realized that he was like an insect flying into a spider's web. An invisible pressure that was several times stronger than usual was squeezing his skin and muscles, and blood mist It floated out from his body, but he still ignored it, his face full of murderous intent became more ferocious in the blood mist, and he pounced straight on the Asian man in front of him.

"Death!" The muscles in his fingertips exerted force, and the air seemed to burst under this grip.

Ouma's eyes were focused, and the speed on the other side was already what he could clearly see, but it was just a little faster. His body stretched out, and he moved out of the way like a weak willow supporting the wind, giving people the illusion of an instant expansion and contraction of space. He dodged a grab that looked like it could pierce gold and cracked stone.

"Erhu Ryu·Fire Sky Type·Shutchi!"

"Fire water! Heaven and earth!"

Then he leaned forward with his sloppy body, his height dropped sharply, and he grabbed Wyandot's arm. While exerting force on his hand, he turned over and kneed him, heading straight towards Wyandot's hideous face.

"Ah~" Wyandotte screamed, but he quickly adjusted his posture when he landed. He seemed to be a real cheetah, with his hands and feet lying on the ground, his body covered with blood mist, and his skin was chapped.

The two faced off for a moment, then rushed towards the opposite side.

Figures intertwined and the air exploded.

"Good job! I'll reward you!" Deadpool, who was all in tatters, appeared out of nowhere. He took a telescope and looked at an afterimage and a human figure that were fighting, and muttered.

"Deadpool, be careful. Besides the two of them, there are two more people rushing here." Danny Rand stood beside Deadpool with one eye and one hand, looking at the approaching red dot on his watch. , there was a solemn look on his scarred face, the muscles on his body were knotted, subtle dragon-shaped light and shadows wandered on his fists, and his chest was still slightly emitting a red light. Compared to before, he had changed a lot.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of things." Deadpool turned around and unbuttoned his belt, preparing to find a place to get into a big size first. You guys beat yourselves, I'll throw away my bag, and everyone will not interfere with each other.

On the gravel beach, the air was stagnant.

Scarlet blood slipped from the tip of Wyandotte's nose, his bright eyes were bruised and swollen, and the bridge of his nose was sunken, but he laughed wildly while lying on the ground, looking at the prey in front of him with interest, "Hahaha!"

Because Ouma was more seriously injured, his right hand was bent, and the bone was still visible from the calf wound that stopped the bleeding. The fingers hanging down on his left hand were twisted and broken unnaturally. His body was shaking slightly, breathing heavily, and sweating. Blood was dripping down, as if he couldn't hold on any longer.

But Wyandotte was soon wrong.

Ouma calmly used his bent right hand to reset all the fingers of his left hand. Sweat dripped down his long hair, but the crisp sound of "Gaba" echoed in the air.

As the muscles in Ouma's left hand tightened, he slowly clenched his fist, tightening and loosening his fingers, and regained their original flexibility in an instant.

Then he restored his bent right hand in the same way, Ouma's eyes darkened, he said nothing, and he charged straight towards the enemy.

"Erhu Style·The 9th Mystery·Conquering Demons!"

The surrounding scenes became sluggish in his mind. Ouma flew in the air and pressed the dragon on the spine of Wyandot's back. At this moment, his arms swelled in a circle, his muscles shook and rippled, and his strength burst through his body!

"boom!"

The battle came to an abrupt end. Wyandot, who was as fast as a cheetah, was broken at the waist in an instant. His pupils shrank and he did not close his eyes. To the end of his life, he still did not understand why Ouma was suddenly able to keep up with him after being seriously injured by him. action.