Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

Glass of wine was poured into the two men's stomachs one after another. Although Charlotte's attributes were high, he didn't drink often, but it didn't mean he wouldn't get drunk.

By the time the bartender and several policemen arrived, Charlotte was already lying under the bar, fast asleep. Only Deadpool was lying on the bar with one leg dangling and a funnel in his mouth, with wine constantly being poured into it from a fixed bottle.

Looking at his messy pub, the bartender's eyes suddenly turned red.

He ignored the obstruction of several police officers and rushed towards Deadpool quickly. He was tripped by an empty wine bottle on the way, and crawled over the bar to Deadpool's side.

“Fuck! This is my classic Macallan vodka. I haven’t even tried it myself, but I know how delicious it is just by holding it in my hand.

Oh my god! This is my whiskey collection. I usually put it in the most conspicuous place to attract customers, but those poor guys can never afford it.

Oh my god! This is my old White Horse whiskey, a fine wine that I bought at a high price at an auction. I dare not even put it outside for fear of accidentally breaking it. This is a gift I plan to pass on to my grandson.

And now they are all destroyed..."

The bartender seemed to have kicked something with his feet. He lowered his head with an unpleasant expression, and then his face turned pale.

Picking up the full bottle of wine at his feet, the bartender wailed:

"This is my Zombie Tom wine, my best wine. You two bastards opened it, but you didn't drink a single sip. I couldn't bear to drink it myself, wuwuwuwu..."

The bartender, crying and gasping for breath, pulled Deadpool down from the bar and punched him hard in the stomach twice, making him look like a drowning fish, with wine gushing out of his mouth.

The bartender took another look at the Zombie Tom wine in his hand and gritted his teeth. He thought that it couldn't be wasted. Since it had already been opened, he might as well indulge himself for a while!

Thinking of this, the bartender stomped his feet, put his mouth to the bottle, and made a "dragon sucking water" gesture, pouring the liquor into his stomach in big gulps.

The two punches from the bartender helped Deadpool regain some sanity. He looked at the bartender who was drinking with his eyes closed and chuckled:

"It tastes good, right? If it tastes good, drink more~

That is pure natural liquor that has been filtered by your uncle Deadpool. When I peed, I kept my eyes on the bottle for a long time~"

Bartender:? ! ! ! ! !

"puff--"

A large mouthful of "wine" spurted out of the bartender's mouth and nostrils, choking the bartender and causing him to cough madly.

He just discovered that the taste of the wine was wrong, but he had never drunk this wine before.

So it was right that the taste was not right, otherwise this bottle of wine would have been ruined by the two bastards long ago, and there would have been no time to keep it for myself.

Thinking that he might as well drink it, he finished half the bottle in one breath. However, he never expected that the black-hearted Deadpool would actually urinate in his bottle.

"What a beast! What a beast——"

Grabbing Deadpool's collar, the red-faced bartender shook him desperately, his expression fully reflecting his heartbreak and collapse.

This time, even the few policemen who came with them felt a little bit sorry. Although the drinks in this pub were often diluted with water, and not just a little bit, they could not stay out of it when something like this happened.

He quickly prepared to step forward to stop the bartender from shaking Deadpool, who was like a dead pig.

"Poof..." The violent shaking made Deadpool's stomach feel extremely uncomfortable. It rolled like a bomb, gurgling. Finally, he couldn't help it and opened his mouth: Yue~~

He spat it all straight onto the bartender, covering this friend of his from head to toe.

Grabbing Deadpool's collar, the stained bartender was completely stunned, looking at Deadpool with grief and anger in his eyes.

"I want to die with you!!"

"Don't be impulsive, Paul!"

"Don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive!"

"..."

The policemen who were about to step forward to stop the bartender exclaimed, withdrew their outstretched hands, and used their mouths to persuade the fight to end.

Deadpool wiped the dirt from the corner of his mouth and stood up staggeringly. After vomiting, he really became much more sober.

Looking at the smelly bartender who was grabbing his collar, Deadpool pulled his clothes back with a look of disgust, covering his nose and said:

"Go away, you filthy pig, stay away from me, don't come near me!"

Turning his head again, he saw the policemen in old-fashioned heavy uniforms. Deadpool jumped over the bar, blinked and said:

"Are you the strippers Peter called? Oh, he's so nice to me. Is this the police outfit? Hey, just pretend I didn't ask."

The police officers looked at each other, and the atmosphere was very awkward and silent.

Deadpool nodded and said:

"I understand~" Deadpool took out his wallet from his waist and searched for tips while saying:

"You will take off all your clothes in a moment, but you must keep your police hats on, otherwise no one will know that you are dressed as police officers.

Remember to show me all your skills. By the way, what striptease song do you usually use?"

brush--

The leading police officer raised his hand with a gloomy face and swung out his baton. His colleagues followed suit, staring at Deadpool with eager eyes.

"Wow~" Deadpool exclaimed, "There is also this segment. Although I am not unfamiliar with anal sex, do you want to join us? Will this be banned from broadcasting?"

Unable to bear it any longer, the leading police officer raised his hand and wanted to hit Deadpool with a stick.

"Wait, wait, wait." Deadpool quickly stopped them and said:

"I'm not very experienced at being a 0 either, so we should take it slow. Our eyes should first be passionate."

Blinking his eyes full of emotion, Deadpool looked at the leading police officer and said, "Yes, I have feelings for you. Then I suggest that we go to the street to avoid the tavern owner having trouble cleaning up. What do you think?"

"Fuck!!!" The leading police officer shuddered all over, and took several steps back in disgust at the gay perverted Deadpool. He rubbed the goose bumps on his body, and his face turned pale.

The same was true for his subordinates. Everyone had a grim look on their face, as if they had suffered some kind of mental attack.

"This reaction is not right." Deadpool twisted his body and stretched his muscles.

"You shouldn't be afraid, but filled with anger, and then vent it all on my body."