Marvel, who rescued him? !

Deadpool was imprisoned in the Life Foundation, and Killian was using his connections to find traces of Banner. Taylor, who had nothing to do and was alone, changed his image and returned to New York. Taking advantage of his free time, he continued his unfinished ideal— —Buy a house.

You can live without the house, but you can't live without it.

To settle down in a place, you need to own a house there. Even if I leave the Milky Way, I will take the earth with me. This is Taylor's obsession. For this reason, he made a 12-month plan to buy a house.

At first, Taylor joined SHIELD and became an agent of SHIELD, successfully earning his first pot of gold - US$500.

"It was really painful at first, staying with Gilder, running around from dawn to dusk every day, tracking down the traces of Kaito Kidd," Taylor recalled.

But when he recalled his previous life, where he could lie in his room and do whatever he wanted every day, a power suddenly awakened in his body!

"After leaving Gilder and getting to know Deadpool, I began to look for the most effective way to get paid, such as starting to accept underground mercenary tasks, and occasionally doing bad things." After discovering that underground mercenaries gave higher rewards, Taylor felt that he had previously It really wastes a lot of time.

"At first I felt very regretful. I couldn't continue to degenerate like this. I had to stand up and become a superhero. But after doing too many tasks, this thought never appeared again." Just like that, Taylor More and more tasks can be completed every day, and one month the income even reached 10 US dollars.

"It is not enough to increase the number of tasks completed. The quality of tasks must be improved so that each task can provide more commissions." Through such accumulation, Taylor gradually moved towards success.

In the end, it only took Taylor 7 months to achieve his goal!

With the US$6 he accumulated in the past six months, plus the US$6 million sponsored by Killian, Taylor was finally able to buy his first house in the world.

"The most beautiful thing is to have a dream, and build it with confidence." Taylor said with firm eyes.

cough cough...

The scene turned to Taylor stroking his beard, using a domineering image and a house sale to come to an apartment in Hell's Kitchen. Taylor smiled and listened to the other party's introduction:

"Mr. Xiong~ Although this house is second-hand, the price is affordable and it is definitely worth the money! Believe me, you can't suffer a loss or be cheated."

Several pedestrians passing by on the road took a strange look at the man with a long beard hanging down his chest and long hair hanging down his waist. He was wearing a brown gown. His right hand was behind his back and he was playing with a Tianbao Yuan. He was not angry and had a domineering attitude. Taylor.

"Little brother~" Taylor said in fluent English:

"I heard that the security here is not very good~"

"Who are you listening to? There is absolutely no such thing! You are my customer, how can I lie to you? Let me tell you this, that is false news released by other salesmen, just to get this batch of goods in my hands. Great value for money house...”

call out--

A Porsche speeds by.

beep-

With sirens blaring, police cars followed closely behind.

Seeing the way Taylor looked at him, the salesperson couldn't help but swallowed and said forcefully:

"Those damn speedsters are accidents. They happen everywhere in New York. They can't be avoided."

Ta-da-da--dong--

There were shots and the sound of grenades exploding in the neighborhood not far away.

"Haha~" the salesperson said with a silly smile:

"The police have caught up with the motorcyclists! Now the exchange of fire has begun."

Taylor stroked his beard and asked:

"Then why did the vehicle drive towards the east, but the gunshots came from the west."

"Uh~" the salesman immediately replied: "The speeding party must not be alone. This one runs fast, and the rest are blocked."

Taylor: You're really a quickie!

Sales: How about I am a salesperson?

The purpose of this sales was clear. He took Taylor around Hell's Kitchen and looked at several second-hand houses. Of course, he also encountered five sudden gun battles and a murder on the street.

It was getting dark, and the salesman asked with a smile:

"Mr. Xiong, is there a house you like here? If not, I can stay with you for one more day every day."

"No need." Taylor glanced at the sales and said:

"The house you showed me is indeed good, and the price is more affordable than the sales in the past few days, but the area is not so good. Who knows if those houses have been the site of death, or even the scene where corpses were hidden."

Don't tell me, there are really a few of them who are trying to sell their products.

"Hey -" the salesperson sighed and said, "Then, Mr. Xiong, let's get together and go away~"

Taylor nodded. He used this image to look at houses, and of course he would not use this image to buy a house. If the head of the household is not him, it is no different from not buying it!

After the salesman left, Taylor walked back alone in the direction the salesman took him.

Passing by the alley, Taylor stopped.

"who!"

Two gangsters armed with knives emerged from the darkness of the alley and blocked Taylor.

Oh ho~

I knew there was definitely something wrong with that sales.

There was a sneer on his face, and he stared at the two people standing in front of him with cold eyes.

Maybe the image of Xiong Ba was too domineering, which made the two of them feel uncomfortable. The yellow-haired gangster at the head stepped forward and said:

"Old man~ Are you here to see the house? Then you must be very rich~ I want to borrow some flowers today~ If you agree~ just nod, if not~ then leave something behind. Agree~"

Taylor put his hands behind his back, his gown not moving in the wind. He looked around and saw no surveillance equipment, and said coldly:

"Ignorant Xiaoxiao."

"What the hell are you talking about!" Another tattooed gangster raised his dagger and pointed it at Taylor's face, raising his head with a ferocious look on his face.

Huang Mao blocked him and said with a fierce look: "Old man, I have seen people like you who don't shed tears without seeing the coffin too many times. Do you think we can't do anything to you if you don't pay us? We can also sell your organs for a good price. Price!"

Narrowing his eyes, Taylor put his hands in front of him. He really didn't pay attention to these two gangsters: "Three points to return to the vitality!"

Listening to Taylor's words, a question mark slowly appeared on Huang Mao's head: "What the hell are you talking about? A curse?"

"Brother, it seems to be in Chinese." The younger brother beside him said.

Taylor moved violently and rushed ten meters in front of the two of them.

A palm hit Huang Mao's chest, causing him to fly out like a cannonball and hit the wall behind him.

The tattooed gangster stared at him with wide eyes and disbelief.

"Seven points come from hard work!!" Another heavy palm slapped the tattooed gangster's Tianling Cap, and the opponent collapsed to the ground, with more air coming out and less air coming in.

"Hey~ Why do you need to force me to take action~"

It looks like I'm going to change my image again tomorrow.