Mutants' Daily Life [Comprehensive British and American]

Some problems left over from the early days

Eduardo's original plan was to take his friends to play in New York after dinner.Therefore, although the dining place he chose is not a particularly prosperous area, it is still considered a lot of traffic.

In this kind of place, he was a little stunned to be able to encounter an 'armed conflict'... especially what the guy in the red and black tights said, 'The fans are too enthusiastic?What the hell? '

Well, he was right, he was really enthusiastic.

A group of people in black combat uniforms quickly appeared from all corners. They raised their guns and surrounded the men in red and black tights.

"Hi! Line up, everyone. Be an orderly fan. Who is the person in charge of your fan group? No? Is it a new fan?"

Deadpool tilted his head to show off his cuteness, covered his mouth with both hands and kissed vigorously, waving his hands and blew kisses one after another towards the group of people, and greeted them warmly, saying: "Those who want to sign a group photo stand on the left, and those who want to have a photo with me stand on the left. Uncle Deadpool stands on the right for a one-night stand, and stands in the middle who wants to sign a photo and sleep with brother! How is it? Brother is so amiable, are you so excited that you are about to pee?"

The sound of machine gun fire and the screams of everyone in the restaurant echoed Deadpool's enthusiasm.

Deadpool dodged nimbly, and then he calmly drew out two samurai swords: "Very good, babes, yo! Let's have fun together!"

"Damn, what's going on here? Are all the police in New York dead?"

Mark was pulled by Eduardo, and the two of them hid in a corner. His face was ugly, and he couldn't hide his violent chanting.

Eduardo subconsciously stood in front of Mark, and squeezed his hand comfortingly: "It's okay, Mark. Don't be afraid, I'm here."

At the same time, he couldn't help looking at Carlos worriedly.

Because, in the restaurant, all the guests were looking for corners to hide, those who drilled into the table, squatted on the ground, and tried every means to reduce their sense of existence in fear of being caught by this group of "terrorists". Molecules' time of accidental injury.

Carlos was still standing there 'foolishly'. Although he was not tall, he was obviously a bit conspicuous compared to other people.

However, the group of people in black combat uniforms were all focused on Deadpool, and temporarily had no energy to pay attention to this 'fool' who was 'maybe he was frightened and didn't know how to avoid'.

It was also until this time that Warren discovered Carlos.

'Damn it, how did he get here? ' he thought to himself.

Although Carlos is somewhat miraculous, Warren is still very worried. He tries to calm himself down and focus on the situation in front of him to ensure that he can accurately save Carlos when he is in danger.

But the development of the situation once again exceeded everyone's expectations.

Just as Deadpool and the men in black were about to start a battle, a man in black probably finally remembered to observe the surrounding battlefield.

At this time, he just caught a glimpse of Carlos who was standing there, stupidly not knowing what to do, and then, he let out a scream that was comparable to that of a little girl!

So abrupt!

All eyes turned to him involuntarily.

Deadpool was surprised and asked in a yellow voice: "Dude, what's the matter with you? Brother hasn't shown the big knife yet! You're so excited? God, how long has it been since you had a good shot?" Are you so hungry and thirsty?"

But the man was probably really terrified.

He ignored Deadpool's nonsense, and instead shouted in a heart-piercing voice: "Everyone, run away...it's a surrogate!"

what?Surrogate?WTF!

At this moment, everyone's minds are confused.

However, this group of well-trained men in black seemed to understand the profound meaning of this word in an instant.

All of them trembled involuntarily with their gun-holding hands, and then, neatly retracted their guns, and dispersed as quickly as they came, leaving behind the mission target, Deadpool, and fled quickly.

It's just running away.

Deadpool held up the knife, and for the first time there was a sense of bewilderment in his tone.

But soon, he started yelling loudly: "Who? Tmd who stole the limelight from Lord Deadpool?"

Carlos standing there was also at a loss: What is a surrogate?

He subconsciously wanted to look at Warren, but accidentally met Deadpool's eyes.

"You look familiar!"

Deadpool touched his chin and said suddenly.

"Hey, do I know you?" Carlos asked in surprise.

He looked at this strange man who wrapped himself tightly, was in tights, and had a good figure, and tried to search in his memory.

"Maybe knowing...my memory doesn't always work that well."

Deadpool pondered and said: "The screenwriters always like to describe me in various ways. In some worlds, Deadpool is a girl, or just a puppy. Sometimes I feel that I am the protagonist, and sometimes I feel I was pulled to play soy sauce, but in general, the enthusiasm of the fans is enough to save everything. With their support, I have my own independent movies, comics and games. Now I have a house, a car and a fool servant My name is Bob. I can watch any pornography I want on my computer, but if I watch too much pornography, I will feel tired and crooked. For example, after watching forty-seven thousand six hundred and eighty-two hours, I basically become numb... ...But, I think you look very, very familiar, ah, could it be... have you ever made a film?"

Before Carlos could react, Deadpool was kicked away by angry Warren.

"Don't talk to dubious people."

Warren pulled Carlos to order, and at the same time took a step back, frowning.

Deadpool got up without pain and shook his head.

He looked at Warren and said excitedly: "It seems that today is not over yet, there are still fights to continue!"

At this time, the belated siren finally sounded.

Deadpool, who was confronting Warren, suddenly seemed to be discouraged.

Putting away his samurai sword, he murmured, "I hate dealing with the police. My brother is law-abiding and only earns what he should earn."

Then, he turned his head and stared at Carlos and said, "Brother will come to you, remember to wait for me."

He jumped up frantically, grabbed the chandelier in the dining room, and swung it out. After he jumped out, the chandelier fell from the ceiling to the ground, and fell to pieces with a bang.

But after this sound, the world was completely silent.

'It's been an incredible day. '

Both Eduardo and Mark couldn't help thinking this way.

"I decided to stay in Boston honestly and never come to New York again."

Mark muttered blankly.

Edward smiled helplessly.

But at the same time, he stood up worriedly and walked towards Carlos: "Has New York always been this...so thrilling? I'm worried about you and Peter."

Carlos was also a little confused by the series of accidents.

But seeing that his little friend seemed to be really scared, he still hugged Eduardo very conscientiously, and promised in a very godlike manner: "Don't worry, Peter is my priest, and you are my friend. I will protect you and prevent any accidents from happening to you."

Eduardo looked at Carlos's handsome and lovely face, sighed wearily for a while, and didn't get any comfort at all.

In the impression in his mind, his younger brother is a science nerd who is not good at communication and only knows how to do research, and Carlos is the little Peter Pan who is obsessed with myths and legends, loves role-playing, and will never grow up. Each of them is an existence that needs to be worried about. .

He decided that in the future, he must contact the two people frequently and tell them more to stay away from danger.

However, Spider-Man Peter, who has become a part-time superhero, and Carlos, who has been mixing with the X-Men all the year round, will disappoint him in all likelihood.

On the other end, the group of 'terrorists' men in black are reporting to their superiors, General Ross and Colonel Stryker.

"Sorry, the capture of weapon No.11 failed."

The person in charge of the men in black said.

"That's not a failure, it's you who ran away!"

Colonel Stryker roared angrily: "Don't think I don't know, you bastards, you have no shame in fleeing the battle! If you are still in the army, every one of you should be pulled out and shot!"

"But it's not our fault."

The person in charge of the man in black argued: "The information is inaccurate. The previous information did not mention that the 'conception assistant' would appear there."

"Birth assistant? What's that?" General Ross interjected curiously.

Stryker and the man in black were silent for three seconds at the same time.

After a while, Stryker replied: "A mutant, I have captured him. You should probably remember that I once had a laboratory stronghold in Canada. At that time, after I captured the 'assistant assistant', I locked him in There."

"And then? What did he do? What is his ability? Helping people get pregnant?"

As General Ross asked, he joked casually.

"It's not funny at all... because at the time, I was more concerned about Wolverine, so I didn't study his abilities carefully."

Colonel Stryker recalled: "However, during the time he was arrested, he did impregnate nearly half of the people in the laboratory, regardless of gender."

"No distinction between men and women?" General Ross' expression immediately turned a little ugly.

Colonel Stryker thought about it and said: "Although after ten months, there are not many people who actually gave birth to children. But many men...can't stand the stimulation and pressure of pregnancy in October, and there are no fewer mental disorders. Because of this For this reason, some of the insiders who worked in the laboratory at the time gave him this nickname, called a pregnancy assistant."

The man in black took the opportunity to complain and said: "Yes, sir. We are really not afraid of death, but you are also a man, so you should be able to understand. Brothers, no one wants to, really live ten months with a big belly. Besides, the American The law doesn't give men protection, we don't have paid maternity leave to take..."

Fuck your paid maternity leave!Is this t the point?

The corner of Colonel Stryker's mouth couldn't help twitching, he tried his best to curb his desire to roar, tried to keep his face straight, and said indifferently: "The situation is known, you go down first!"

But the person in charge knew that this already meant that he would no longer pursue it.

So, he was very knowledgeable and didn't say any more, and left quickly.

"Is it really so evil?"

After he left, General Ross also asked a little bit tangled.

Colonel Stryker nodded, and added a few words: "I checked those pregnant soldiers, but found nothing. But in fact, according to my analysis, his ability should be more than that. There is one thing, I Haven't told anyone yet."

He paused, seemed to organize his language, and then said: "When I caught him last time, I noticed that he had a pair of wings, so I mistook him for a mutant with the ability to fly, and handed him over to Several researchers dealt with it. Those researchers thought his feathers were very beautiful, so they plucked some of his feathers..."

General Ross looked at Stryker with a speechless expression.

But Stryker obviously didn't think there was anything wrong.

To him, who had been using mutants as experimental subjects for many years, drawing blood and pulling hair was nothing strange.

So, he continued to say calmly: "Those researchers who plucked his feathers... so many years have passed, and so far, none of them have left offspring."

"Perhaps it was just a coincidence."

General Ross still said a little unbelievingly.

"At that time, there were a total of 23 researchers, among whom [-] were married and started families, and among the remaining six, four had regular lovers, and only two were celibate. But so far, no matter men or women, no One has children."

Colonel Stryker answered this question plainly and directly with data.