The days when I was making trouble in American comics

Looking at the shameless leather-clad Deadpool kneeling in front of him, Dumpling showed a thoughtful expression.

"You can just come to the Upper East Side when the time comes. At eight o'clock in the evening, you will go to Villa 220 with the group of so-called 'beauties'. It's up to you how to bypass the guards and get in."

"Oh! This is not a problem for Uncle Wade. I just need to know where it is. It would be better if you could help introduce me to Tony Stark. I am willing to take out the first commission I received from him. Thank you... one percent."

Deadpool jumped up from the ground happily, and he continued.

"No need, you can find out yourself if you can. By the way, who is your author?"

Dumpling asked casually after rejecting Deadpool, floating in the air and preparing to leave.

"A bastard old man with a beard, he is really a top-notch beast, he actually painted my beloved Vanessa as a prostitute... a person in the service industry, and painted her to death... If I hadn't just watched, it would have been If you don’t go, I really want to kill him! Don’t you?”

When talking about the author, Deadpool gritted his teeth and said he was painted too badly.

"Oh, I'm leaving first."

After getting the information he wanted, the dumpling rose into the sky and flew towards Midtown Manhattan.

This also made Chen Shu, who was observing from far away in Los Angeles, breathe a sigh of relief. The old man with the white beard?

No matter what, my author should be as elegant as the readers, a majestic person, and more beautiful than Pan An.

After calming down, Chen Shu began to think carefully about Deadpool's words. Could it be that he could return to his original world? So how should he deal with it?

Everything was unknown, and Chen Shu, who couldn't figure it out, could only choose to live in the present. He rubbed his head, tore out a page of the script that was about to happen, and prepared to rearrange the plot.

……

Tennessee, AIM Institute.

On the hospital bed, Jimmy Weir, the former head of the Xiaomo Group who was completely paralyzed, moved his eyes slightly, and the red light and high temperature emanating from his body shrank slightly, and he suddenly sat up from the bed.

"Success! Dr. Killian, Maya, this is really an amazing masterpiece. We are one step closer to our goal."

Bondarev looked at the recovered patients in the lab, smiled and applauded Killian and Maya Hansen beside him.

"Haha, Dr. Bondarev, all of this was accomplished with the help of you and Dr. Maya. You are indispensable. Soon we will have a bigger laboratory, more researchers and experimental subjects, Bang Dalev, you can quickly produce results on compound No. 5."

Speaking of this, a strange expression flashed across Killian's face. With the evolution and development of the Extremis virus in his body, he now not only has powerful self-healing ability, but also has the ability to release thousands of degrees of heat through his skin. Ability.

It's just that he doesn't know who is stronger between himself and Bondarev, who has unknown powers such as heat vision.

"Oh, I hope so."

Hearing this, Bondarev just smiled lightly and said hello to Jimmy Weir who came out of the laboratory.

A few hours later, Killian, who had arranged Jimmy Weir's next treatment plan, returned to his highest-security office in the institute and made a phone call, "I need to know what Tony Stark has been doing recently... Well, I get it."

"Fake! When I was studying hard, he actually had a birthday. The previous Ivan Vanke was really a waste and had no effect at all. So let me add some spice to Tony's birthday party...appetizing Xiaocai, I hope you can take it. Tony, I want you to watch me become the head of state of the United States..."

After hanging up the phone, Killian paced and murmured. In his excitement, his white coat and all other clothes were burned to ashes in an instant.

"Dong dong!"

A rapid knock on the door interrupted Killian's thoughts. He hurriedly walked to the locker room inside and put on a white coat and a pair of beach shorts.

After buttoning up and sitting in his boss chair, Killian said, "Come in."

"Doctor, I have something important to report."

"Oh? Calm down, what's going on?"

Looking at the eager-looking assistant, Killian slowly tapped his fingers rhythmically on the desk.

"Let me ask you an answer, Herzog, oh no, your name here should be Bondarev, about him."

The assistant's whole body began to squirm with these words, and a few seconds later, a man wearing a black leather jacket with "BLACKWATCH" printed in red letters and a gray hoodie appeared in front of Killian.

"Fake! What happened to Mary?"

Killian was a little frightened when he saw the indescribable change in his assistant in front of him. All the cells in his body were trembling. The Desperate Virus in his body directly rejected his call, as if he had encountered a natural enemy and a superior person.

This was something he had never done before, and he slapped the alarm button hard.

"Hey! Do you also want to be my snack? I can already smell it. You are spicy. It should taste better than the one just now."

The man said, his hand firmly grasping Killian's hand that was hitting the alarm button. As he spoke, some sharp black spikes stretched out from his hand and plunged directly into Killian's hand.

"NO! No, I am willing to talk about everything and anything!"

A sharp pain came from his arm, and Killian was horrified to find that the flesh and blood in his arm seemed to have been sucked away. The terminal virus in his body began to tremble after it disappeared into the sea, causing his body to shake like a sieve.

"Well, smart people taste pretty good. This is the most correct choice. In fact, I can also get what I want from your brain."

The man in the hoodie withdrew his hand, along with the black spikes, with an indifferent expression on his face, and his hand squirmed for a moment before returning to normal.

"Fa...what do you want to know?"

Feelings of suffocation and dizziness were accompanied by severe pain. Killian looked at the disappeared palms and forearms and said solemnly.

"Where is his true identity? Herzog, I want to know the specific location."

After smashing some of his mouth, the man in the hoodie revealed the purpose of his trip. His body also glowed with a faint red light, but it disappeared immediately.

"I don't know about Herzog, but Bondarev, he just came in with Compound Five and forced his way in and he had the same heat vision and tremendous strength as Superman, you know, I didn't The only way is to promise him to stay here. Ouch~"

At the end of the sentence, Killian rolled his eyes and roared like a wild beast. Double images appeared in his vision, and the temperature of his body rose sharply.

After a while, Killian was lying on the ground, and some indescribable changes occurred in his body.

The man in the hoodie turned into an assistant and disappeared into the bloody sunset.