One punch bald head in Marvel

"Hoffman?"

"Is he that guy who has recently become active in the real estate industry in New York?"

Parker leaned against the wall covered with various artistic spray paints. He moved his cigarette hand away, and white smoke rings slowly rose.

"That bastard who looks like the old KFC guy."

"He has attended various charity events recently. If I hadn't known the truth, I might have thought that he was whitewashing himself and covering up some dark secret like molesting a boy who didn't like KFC."

Deadpool stood opposite Parker, with his mask pulled up halfway to reveal his mouth. He was chewing on the hot dog he had just snatched from the kid.

"what!?"

"Hoffman molested boys!?"

"Deadpool, you know I work part-time for the New York Times, right?"

"This is big news. I can make a lot of money if it's exposed."

As soon as Parker smelled the big news, his eyes immediately lit up.

"Yeah, I believe you."

"If you could tie this old guy, who looks almost over a hundred years old, to a chair and call him fifty Bolivian prostitutes, I think you could still get it out of him that he likes to wear women's lace. Little secret.”

"Back to business."

Deadpool took a bite of the remaining hot dog and swallowed it.

"I know that a group of crazy people are looking for you recently. Their important investors seem to be keen on human experiments."

"Do you know what it's like to sit on the toilet and suddenly a group of reformed perverts rush in and want to prove to you how 'durable' and 'powerful' they are?"

"I guess if I post a f*cking post on China's Zhihu online asking for help, someone will complain about me, 'Hey, share the story you just made up'."

Deadpool was very concerned about this matter, and his whole body was shaking with anger.

"so what"

Based on Parker's understanding of Deadpool, Deadpool definitely posted his true experience on Zhihu and was personally attacked by Chinese netizens, and the aftermath of this incident will definitely not be beautiful.

"Then?"

"Then what else can I do?"

"A bunch of perverts rushed into my bathroom. I can only teach them a lesson. Do I have to selflessly dedicate my anus to them so that they can experience the sexual bliss of life after they are not human?"

"No, I will never give in. I'm not some cubicle gloryhole. Anyone who pisses me off must pay the price."

"But I also paid a lot, at least it was a pleasant time."

"look."

As he spoke, Deadpool walked to a bright place, straightened his body, and pushed his lower body forward, revealing the big hole in the man's fatal part under his body, as well as scattered bullet holes all over his body.

Miraculously, all the wounds in these holes that should have been left with blood holes were healed, and this was thanks to Deadpool's self-healing ability.

"Oh~"

"You can't imagine what it feels like to take a bullet out of your balls."

"It hurts~but feels good~"

Deadpool groaned, as if he was about to climax.

"Stop!"

"If you dare to cum in front of me, I will beat your wrinkled face flat."

After spending some time with Deadpool, Parker clearly knew that this guy's lower limit was so horribly low that he was simply inhuman.

Can you be beaten up by Wolverine, with metal claws piercing all parts of your body, and his arms and legs broken, and still make fun of him for looking like an outdated comic book character from the 1980s and 1990s? And the one wearing a yellow tights that could bulge at any time?

No, you can't, you can't even meet Wolverine, but Deadpool can. He can still climb people's windows every day, hand out love letters to others, praying for the other party to be accommodating with China Radio and Television, so that his 18-ban movies can be released in China Released.

"Okay, okay."

"I promise not."

"But I must warn you."

"What those guys do is dangerous and you need a partner."

"For example me."

Deadpool raised his hands, slowly approached Parker, and spoke in a low voice.

"you?"

"No, the time I was partnered with you was simply a nightmare in my life. The kind that makes me look back on my life with 'internet connection disconnected' before I die."

"I'm fine now, don't worry, I can handle it by myself."

Parker hid his face. At this point, he had unconsciously recalled the past. He put his left hand on his throat, wanting to strangle himself to death.

"Oh, really?"

"I don't think so, just because of your new roommate?"

"The bald one?"

"I haven't told you yet, but Hoffman already has your and my private information and can destroy everything for you at any time, right?"

At some point, there was a USB flash drive hanging between Deadpool's fingers.

"This contains the information I copied, including all the information about you and me."

"Damn, these guys even know that I was molested as a child."

"And it's not just you and me, they also plan to recruit more heroes. Everyone has one thing in common, they need their skills."

"Their supervisor seems to think that you would want your uncle to be resurrected, and the service they provided me was to repair my ugly face. I don't know about other heroes, but I guess someone has been recruited by them."

Deadpool completely opened his mask, revealing the ugly face hidden under the mask. It was a bonus of superpowers. An accident gave him the ability to heal himself and this nightmare face.

"Hahaha, is my roommate? He is just an ordinary person. You are overthinking it."

"I think the matter is not serious enough that we need to join forces with you, Deadpool, I can handle it alone."

"If that's all you want to say, then I'll leave first."

Parker had no intention of continuing the meaningless conversation with Deadpool and turned around to leave.

In his opinion, Deadpool just wanted to take the opportunity to join forces with him again to pass the boring time. Sometimes Deadpool is like a child who needs someone to accompany him, but this time Parker doesn't want to be his nanny.

"Little spider...have you become weaker, or has your spider sense become dull..."

"Your roommate is not an ordinary person..."

In the shadows, Deadpool put on his hood again. His left hand was still aching, and the broken bones were being pushed back into place by the new muscles. They were the marks left when shaking hands with Saitama.

It seems that excessive meeting banter cannot close the psychological distance between myself and Parker's new roommate, and it will also hurt herself.

Deadpool shrugged helplessly, and if he didn't pay attention, his entire left wrist went limp.

At the same time, Parker quickly returned to the apartment. He was thinking about how to explain the situation to Saitama along the way, but he was instantly relieved after opening the door.

It turned out that Saitama had already fallen asleep on the dining table. It could be seen that he had been waiting for Parker for a long time, and his back was slightly lonely in the dim light.

"Saiyu..."

"Saitama...?"

After several attempts and finding that Saitama could not be woken up, Parker had no choice but to carry the drowsy Saitama back to the bedroom and cover him with a quilt.