The day he became Quicksilver in American comics

Deadpool sat on the experimental table where Pietro was lying before, swinging his legs leisurely and humming a song.

Directly opposite him was Pietro, who had just closed his eyes and pulled him out of the glass jar. After looking at the watch on his wrist, Deadpool stood up.

"24 hours are up." His words were like a death sentence, making the seven or eight white coats tied around his feet tremble.

His eyes swept over Dr. Wright, who had previously conducted experiments on Pietro, and he knelt down and leaned close to Dr. Wright's ear.

"Isn't it said that if you don't reject it for 24 hours, you will wake up? Why hasn't he woke up yet?"

Dr. Wright shuddered at his tone. Although he tried his best to suppress his fear, his trembling mouth still betrayed his emotions.

Under Deadpool's questioning, he had to speak with difficulty: "I, I don't know."

"I don't know" Deadpool repeated, then stood up and nodded: "That's it."

Dr. Wright's eyes widened as if he didn't expect Deadpool to believe it. However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Deadpool suddenly cut off the male assistant's hand with a knife.

"Ah ah ah ah ah"

"Ah ah ah ah ah"

The male assistant's screams and other women's screams of fear suddenly sounded. The stinging Deadpool couldn't help but rub his ears and fired a shot at the ceiling.

"Shut up, if you keep making noise I'll make you swallow bullets."

The laboratory was completely silent, except for the occasional sob and the groan of the male assistant due to excessive blood loss.

Deadpool looked at the scene in front of him and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good." Then he lifted Dr. Wright up, punched him, and put the gun into Dr. Wright's mouth while the other person screamed in pain. Dr. Wright struggled. Without stopping, Deadpool increased his strength and said, "Oh, don't get excited, don't get excited. Otherwise, if my hand shakes, I will probably click my tongue."

Dr. Wright immediately stopped struggling, whined a few times, and his legs trembled. If Deadpool hadn't pulled him, he might have fallen to the ground.

"Tell me how long it will take for him to wake up. Give me accurate to the second. If you tell me wrong by one second, I will shoot you in the brain."

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Deadpool grabbed Dr. Wright's clothes and asked menacingly. Seeing that the other person was whining and not speaking for a long time, he said, "Sorry, I forgot." Then he pulled the gun out of the other person's mouth: "You can talk now."

Dr. Wright coughed a few times, covered his chest in shock, took a few deep breaths, and explained: "24 hours is just our estimated time. As long as there is no rejection, the body's functions will be normal. Even if it is delayed by one or two hours, it will be normal." normal."

"I said it was accurate to the second."

With a "bang", Deadpool shot directly at the man who was huddled in the corner and planned to sneak away while no one was paying attention.

With a muffled groan, the man fell to the ground and twitched a few times and stopped moving.

Deadpool loaded the gun and put it against Dr. Wright's head: "Tell me the specific time."

Forced to do nothing, Dr. Wright closed his eyes and said a specific time: "He will wake up in one hour, I promise."

"Very good." Deadpool glanced at his watch and threw Dr. Wright to the ground: "There is still one hour, oh, no, it is 59 minutes and 52 seconds. I hope he will wake up as you said."

Deadpool sat on the experimental table again and hummed leisurely. The younger girl among the group glanced at the man who was not breathing by the door. She lowered her head and saw the assistant who had lost too much blood and fell into a coma. He raised his head, his red eyes full of hatred, and cursed viciously at Deadpool: "You devil, you will be punished."

"Retribution" seemed to have heard some big joke. Deadpool turned his gun, looked at the little girl, and suddenly said in a calm voice: "When those innocent people were begging you to let them go, how did you do it?" You indifferently put lethal drugs into their bodies and watched them suffer, mutate, and even self-destruct, won't you suffer retribution?"

Deadpool's words left these "scientists" who thought they had no regard for human life speechless.

The laboratory suddenly became quiet. At this moment, Ethan walked in, holding something in his hand and greeting Deadpool calmly.

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