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After everyone finished eating, the two little girls Clara and Suraya clamored for Matt to take them out to play, but Matt reluctantly accepted the invitation. Before going out, he looked very happy and promised to protect the two of them. Little guy, he didn't even do his daily patrol in Hell's Kitchen today.

As for Deadpool, he vaguely said that he was going to buy some equipment and jumped out of the window. Saitama didn't hear clearly what this guy was saying. It seemed that he had some mission, but in Saitama's view, this guy looked more like Avoiding household chores.

In the end, only Saitama stayed in the apartment, living his own free time like an otaku.

He is different from Matt or Parker. Saitama had no habit of patrolling the city when he was still in City Z. Now that it is confirmed that Parker is fine, there is no reason to continue patrolling in Hell's Kitchen.

"what"

“It’s such a long-lost leisure.”

I don't know how long since then, Saitama has been maintaining a high-intensity lifestyle and can't breathe at all.

Until tonight, everyone left the apartment, and suddenly Saitama had another chance to enjoy his leisure time. He held the carbonated drink he was recently obsessed with in one hand and the remote control in the other, wandering through his favorite pet channels.

Saitama was immersed in the long night, and he even took the initiative to contact Juan, the manager of Pizza King, and asked to move this week's rest to the next two days. , so that I can sleep in tomorrow

"Tom."

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden sound of the window touching the ground. It sounded like Deadpool had climbed back through the window.

"Deadpool, if you just killed someone or something, you should take a shower first."

"Otherwise, the floor will be covered in blood, which will be difficult to clean."

Saitama didn't look at the window. He took a sip of his drink and placed it on the armrest of the sofa. His eyes were attracted by the content on the TV.

"Why did Deadpool come to our apartment after killing everyone?"

At this time, the man by the window spoke. His voice felt very familiar, but also a bit shocking. He seemed to be very shocked by Deadpool's sinful behavior.

"Parker"

Saitama immediately turned his head and looked around. Parker, wearing a spider suit, was standing by the window, squatting down and scrubbing the floor with his fingers to confirm if there was really blood. The scene was slightly funny.

"Oh, hey, the matter with SHIELD has been temporarily resolved, and X Academy is now out of danger, so"

"I am back again."

After Parker noticed Saitama looking at him, he stood up awkwardly and bowed his head and said, without even thinking about it, Saitama must have had a very hard time during his absence.

"What about the rest"

Parker always felt that it was not good for him to scrub the floor, so he simply sat down next to Saitama.

"Deadpool went out to cause trouble. Matt took Clara and the others out to play and they haven't come back yet. As for Al, she will go home as soon as she leaves the venue."

Saitama handed Parker a bag of snacks hidden by Deadpool. After spending time together, he knew where Deadpool was hiding.

"Matt why is he here?"

"Clara is another name that sounds like a girl's name."

Parker discovers that after disappearing for a while, Saitama suddenly meets some new friends he's never met before.

Saitama also became interested and told Parker everything that happened during this period in a semi-complaining manner. Parker also had mixed emotions while listening.

The two chatted for a long time, which probably ended in the early morning. Saitama didn't know the specific time, but he just felt very relaxed. After saying good night to Parker, he went back to the bedroom to sleep.

Tonight was the day Saitama had the most peaceful sleep. Parker's arrival even gave him a sweet dream.

"Saitama"

"Saitama"

Someone was calling Saitama's name in the haze, and he opened his eyes to see the rising sun on the horizon.

After getting up from the bed with difficulty and walking out of the bedroom, Parker stood in the kitchen and greeted him, then handed Saitama a piece of toast and asked him to finish it before going back to sleep.

Sitting at the dining table with Saitama were Clara and the others, one older and two younger. The three of them had dark circles under their eyes as heavy as pandas. It was hard to imagine where they had been and what they had done last night.

As for Deadpool, he did not appear at the dinner table. It seemed that he was still preparing the equipment needed for the mission.

"what"

"Weasel, please tell me clearly, I can't get the equipment."

At the same time, Deadpool stood in front of the bar of a bar in upper Manhattan, pinching the collar of a blond man.

"Asshole, it's not like you went too far last time."

"Forget it if one gun is broken, but where is the other one? Let me ask you, where did you throw it?"

"Do you know how difficult it is to get a submachine gun that meets your requirements?"

The man named Weasel pushed Deadpool away, went back to the wine cabinet to get some base wine, and mixed it behind the bar. He was also very depressed. He contacted so many people, but in the end, no one sold 3. It says that 3 is not for sale if no one uses it.

"Damn it, am I not a human being in the eyes of these guys? Give me their names and addresses. Once the task is completed, I will go and destroy these racist fuckers."

"Is there no way to remedy it now?"

Deadpool slapped the table and stood up. He had been staying in Weasel's bar for too long. If he continued to spend too much time, it would probably be time for the mission.

"You don't want to use other guns. I can't get 3 at the moment. You are in trouble for this mission. Prepare to be blacklisted by another secret mercenary organization."

"I want to see if, Deadpool, you can get all the underground organizations in New York to block you. I made a bet with someone else, one hundred dollars."

Weasel casually mixed a glass of whiskey and coke for Deadpool, garnished with two or three mint leaves.

"I'm not a woman or a child, I think I deserve a glass of pure whiskey."

As Deadpool said this, he still drank the wine, and a refreshing and refreshing energy went straight to his brain.

"Here, here's this gun for you."

"You can use it or not, but if you don't want to mess up the mission, just accept it."

However, the weasel did not continue to mix drinks. Instead, he went into the warehouse and brought out a black clip. The champagne box was about one meter long and sixty centimeters wide. It was used to hold high-end champagne before the weasel "made the best use of it".

"B1 style, Chinese product, good stuff."

"The gun is stable, can be loaded with many attachments, has high reliability, and the failure rate is incredibly low."

There was light in Weasel's eyes as he spoke, and he became more and more excited as he spoke. He had a hunch that he could make Deadpool, an old antique, give up his 3.

"Um"

After hearing Weasel's boast, Deadpool pretended to be disdainful and opened the champagne box and glanced at the "baby" lying inside. He, who was extremely rigid in terms of weapons, showed a long-lost smile.

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