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"Goodbye, old gentleman!"

Deadpool parked the car downstairs in the apartment and drove the familiar old man out.

This guy talks too much, and Deadpool even feels that the other person is more talkative than himself. Moreover, the old man is like a stickman along the way, constantly telling Deadpool and the others that "this world is fake, and you are all cartoon characters." Kind of weird thoughts.

As the old man left with a smile on his face, Deadpool finally sighed and relaxed.

This old man actually praised a certain bad guy named Rob Liefeld for doing a good job creating an anti-hero like Deadpool.

"Damn it, are this old man and Rob Liefeld the surviving experimenters of some kind of X-weapon program?"

"It seems we need to investigate carefully."

Deadpool took out a notebook from Matt's car, a delicate and elegant notebook.

Then he turned directly to the last page of the notebook and wrote the name Rob Liefeld.

"Hey, what was the old man's name just now?"

"It seems he just introduced himself, what is his name?"

"Hey, blind man, you..."

In order to find out what the old man's name was, Deadpool stretched his whole body into the car and found that Matt had already disappeared.

As for Clara and Suraya, they had passed out in the passenger seat, while Saitama was lying in the back seat with a lifeless expression. It seemed that it was not caused by the bumpy journey, but because the old man talked too much.

Deadpool looked around and noticed that Matt was holding on to the fence on the side of the road with his head lowered and his face was pale.

Deadpool shrugged helplessly. Since everyone was in bad condition, he had to give up.

"Let's go, everyone."

After he woke up everyone except Matt, he took the apartment key and walked into the door of the apartment building.

The two girls and the hopeless bald man climbed up weakly and silently followed Deadpool. Only Matt was still standing by the fence with a weak expression on his face.

He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case he carried with him, lit it and took a long puff. Misty white mist curled around his shoulders.

Matt tried to forget how his car was ravaged by Deadpool just now. However, even entering a state of selflessness was of no avail, especially the sweat stains left behind by Deadpool's two big red butts, which really made Matt The memory is still fresh.

"Let that bastard Deadpool get in my car again and I'll let Kingpin beat me to death."

After smoking out the cigarette, Matt flicked the cigarette butt, and the cigarette butt fell smoothly into the trash can more than ten meters away.

After regaining his strength, Matt adjusted his shirt, as if nothing had happened, he walked up the stairs calmly, and knocked on the door of the apartment. Clara opened the door for Matt. The little guy looked worried. look.

As soon as Matt stepped onto the porch, he noticed something strange in the house. He didn't know what it was specifically, but his intuition told him that it was not a good thing.

"How long have you fucking taken Suraya away from me? You tell yourself!"

Sure enough, there were completely two worlds inside and outside the door. As soon as Matt walked in, he heard an old voice yelling continuously. The voice was strong and strong, and the roar of the Hedong lion was nothing more than that.

But Matt couldn't sense anyone else in the room through sound waves. The other person was like a disembodied soul.

"Damn old woman, can't I take Suraya out to play for a few days?"

"Why do you care so much!"

It's Deadpool, holding a cell phone and arguing with the powerful soprano.

Only then did Matt realize why he couldn't sense the other person. It turned out that the elderly woman's voice was so powerful that it broke through the limitations of the mobile phone and reached the point where the intangible was better than the tangible.

"Wait for me! It's best not to let me see you when I get to Baldhead and Spider's house!"

"Otherwise you……"

Deadpool hung up the phone in time before the furious old lady on the phone could finish pronouncing her death.

He walked into the restaurant and took a handkerchief to wipe his sweat. When he was putting the handkerchief away, he saw Matt who had just entered the room.

"Oh, hey, blind man."

"I just Googled Bob Wilde. He is a fairly famous painter. He looks like a Hydra spy."

Deadpool pretended to be calm and greeted Matt.

"You even got the name wrong. It's Rob Liefeld."

Matt could feel Deadpool's heart beating fast, and it was obvious that he was really afraid of the "dead old woman" on the phone.

"Ok, I know……"

Deadpool lifted a cup of freshly brewed coffee. He couldn't even hold the handle firmly, his whole hand kept shaking, and some coffee even spilled out and soaked the hood.

At the same time, Suraya behaved completely differently from Deadpool. She was sitting on the sofa side by side with Saitama watching TV. Suraya seemed very excited because she knew that Grandma Al was about to arrive here.

Clara looked at the people in the room with confusion. From the content of the phone call just now, didn't it sound like Deadpool had taken Suraya away from home? Why does Suraya still look happy? Why is Deadpool, a pervert, so timid all of a sudden?

"Boom boom boom!"

Just when Clara was troubled, the woman who could relieve her doubts appeared. Even though Deadpool had just hung up the phone not long ago and had not even started to implement his escape plan, the door panel was knocked without warning, and the other party The slap was so hard that Deadpool could feel that the old lady tapping the door was angry.

"How could it be so fast!"

"I'm leaving first, friends!"

Like a frightened bird, Deadpool dropped his coffee cup and jumped out of the window like a flying bird. His movements were so clean and neat that Suraya behind him couldn't help but applaud.

But a moment later a gunshot outside the window interrupted Suraya, and the little girl quickly ran to the window to see what happened.

However, Suraya, who was leaning against the edge of the window and trying her best to hold herself up, saw nothing. There was no sign of Deadpool, nor the man with the gun, and no trace of blood was left at all.

"Okay, you can go."

Someone was talking outside the apartment door, and Suraya thought the voice sounded a lot like Al.

"Okay, thank you ma'am."

There was another man talking, as if Alto had asked this man to do something.

Immediately afterwards, Suraya heard the sound of a brisk footsteps gradually disappearing, while another more procrastinating voice was approaching quickly.

"Quota."

The lock shaft turned, and someone in the corridor opened the apartment door with a key.

The eyes of everyone in the room were attracted, and they all stared at the door that was slowly pushed open.

"Guys, I'm here for dinner."

After the door was fully opened, an old woman dragging Deadpool appeared in front of everyone. She also carried a lightweight sniper rifle on her shoulder, which was obviously the one used to shoot Deadpool.