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Deadpool calmed down after making a fuss for a while and stopped harassing Frank the Punisher.

"Damn, how many floors are we going to?"

Frank suddenly remembered that Parker had not given them a clear goal.

"do not know."

"How many layers did you press?"

Deadpool, who was leaning on the edge of the elevator, turned on his phone and played Tetris. His mask was pulled up to reveal his mouth, and he spit out red bubble gum from time to time.

"I pressed the button on the top floor."

Frank simply lit a cigarette and smoked it in the elevator. The choking smoke filled the elevator. On the touch panel for selecting the floor, a conspicuous number 37 was glowing red.

"Then what should I do...?"

"I'm so bored now."

It started with a fierce gun battle, but Deadpool didn't expect that he would be sitting in the elevator doing nothing.

"How about we wait until the elevator reaches the 37th floor, and then press the 1st floor button again."

"Shall we go find the security guard downstairs to kill some time?"

Frank looked at Deadpool and said calmly.

"Okay, let's play freely while waiting for news from Parker."

Deadpool took off the bubble gum from his mouth and pressed it on the billboard in the elevator room.

"Ding……"

The elevator stopped at the 37th floor.

The elevator door slowly opened, and there was a helicopter parked on the empty rooftop, and several people were carrying cartons up.

"Frank, are we doing something?"

"Hehe~"

Deadpool quietly looked at the hard-working guys, and he became excited when he saw that he finally had something to do.

As a result, Frank beside him did not reply to him. He directly pressed the first floor on the touch pad, and the elevator door closed immediately.

"Damn it, Frank what are you doing?"

Deadpool pressed the door open button in time, causing the elevator door to open again on the 37th floor.

"Didn't you say you want to go to the first floor to express yourself freely?"

Frank looked at Deadpool and silently pressed the door button.

"There are so many fucking people, don't you want to go out and fight with them!"

Deadpool slapped Frank's fingers on the touch pad away, and used his entire palm to protect the touch pad to prevent Frank from pressing the first floor again.

"Didn't Parker send us the name of the target?"

"Shall we go downstairs to ask the security guard for directions?"

Frank and Deadpool just opened the elevator door, and the two stood inside chatting, completely ignoring the staff carrying boxes on the rooftop.

The lights in the elevator were very conspicuous in the darkness, and the shadows of the two people stretched extremely long, extending until they covered half of the helicopter.

"Hey!"

"Where did you two come from?"

A certain young man who didn't know whether to live or die suddenly reminded Deadpool and Frank who were still chatting.

"Ok?"

Deadpool and Frank turned to look outside the elevator at the same time.

Surprisingly, there were a dozen men in work clothes looking at the two of them in fear, as if they had been caught in some illegal activity.

Moreover, Frank also vaguely saw that these people were equipped with various types of guns, and they were not good people.

"Deadpool, let's take care of the guys here first and then go downstairs."

Frank held the magazine in his hand and completed six preparations before shooting.

"Hold."

"It was my idea to take them down."

After saying that, Deadpool rushed out of the elevator, dancing in the dark with a pair of knives.

The light of the sword cut down the drizzle, and the guy who had no time to draw his gun was slashed across the chest by him, and he fell to the ground. What greeted him was the sharp blade thrust into his face by Deadpool. The silver light penetrated into his chest, disconnecting his lungs.

Frank on the side raised 6 and rushed into the crowd. The butt of his gun cut open someone's head. 6, who was braving gunshot wounds, pressed against the opponent's abdomen. While setting up the opponent's body to protect it from bullets, he moved quickly, causing several people to lose their movement. ability.

"quick!"

"Send the last few boxes of goods quickly!"

The helicopter pilot suddenly stuck his head out and shouted loudly at the few guys who were still able to move. He was holding the operating console and was about to start the helicopter and leave.

"Frank."

Deadpool flashed in front of Frank, called his name softly, and cut off someone's elbow with a knife in his hand.

He turned around and slid in the rain, criss-crossing the opponent's abdomen with his two knives. Warm blood immediately spurted out and spread on his mask, pouring into his body along his nose.

"Ah."

Frank instantly understood what Deadpool meant. He aimed his gun at the helicopter's wings and fired wildly. When the metal bullet brushed against the fan blades, sparks flashed. Although it definitely hit the target, it did not affect the four blades at all. The metal fan blades rotated and smoothly pulled the helicopter off the ground.

During the time he was shooting at the fan blades, Deadpool had already killed all the guys closest to the cargo. There were still a few guys still behind the bunker who were still shooting and resisting. The guys who didn't dare to carry the cargo were covering the helicopter.

"Damn, it's so hard."

Frank simply turned his gun to aim at the window and fired, and all the bullets landed in the center of the bulletproof glass.

The driver immediately closed the glass on the side of the driver's seat to prevent Frank from shooting from the other side and killing him.

"Deadpool, come on!"

"I'll kill those losers hiding behind the bunker."

Frank once again handed over the target to Deadpool. He picked up a corpse at his feet and blocked it in front of him. He jumped up and jumped behind the bunker. Although it was called a bunker, it was actually just a row of ventilation ducts. Frank broke through easily.

"please."

"do not……"

A young man waved his hands in front of his chest and begged Frank in fear.

However, as an anti-hero, Frank has never been the type to sympathize with his enemies. Once he is set as a target, he will not change easily. Moreover, in terms of violence alone, he is even better than Deadpool.

6 Pressing the young man's forehead, Frank pulled the trigger, and plasma spurted out from the back of the man's head. This was the last one.

"Deadpool, hurry up, the helicopter is about to run away."

After finishing everyone, Frank turned around and walked to the young man's body, and took out a grenade from his belt, and the safety of the grenade had been turned off. The young man was delaying time just to die with Frank.

Frank threw the grenade at the helicopter's fan blades.

In an instant, dazzling sparks flashed on the top floor of the Heathrow Building, the rotation speed of the fan blades dropped at least half, and the helicopter that had just risen gradually began to descend again.

"Hold!"

Deadpool was hanging on the surface of the helicopter. He tried to crawl towards the fan blades and use physical means to stop the fan blades from rotating. Unexpectedly, Frank just threw the grenade over.

"asshole."

Deadpool did not immediately accuse Frank of his scumbag behavior. He took advantage of the fan blades to slow down and suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the fan blades.

Using the body to jam the fan blades to rotate is Deadpool's physical method.

"Deadpool, you are such a madman."

The flesh and blood mixed with the rain fell down, dyeing Frank's whole body blood red. He looked at the helicopter crashing towards the rooftop and lit another cigarette.