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Elsa has learned from experience, don't trust Deadpool's mouth.He can run the train with his mouth full, but she can't.

Deadpool said that he was going to take Elsa to Gotham, but in the end Elsa contacted the car rental company herself, rented a car, and had to hire a driver.

The other side of the phone spoke very enthusiastically, saying that since we need a driver, we should discuss everything with the driver in detail.As a result, when the smiling driver heard Elsa's destination, his face immediately turned ugly.

"Miss, why do you want to go to Gotham?" The driver was a young Hispanic brother. "To be honest, there really aren't many people going to that place."

Elsa didn't know why she was going, but she answered the driver's brother's question before Deadpool was about to talk again: "Find someone."

"This……"

"You don't need to drive to the city, you can just send it to the suburbs."

"……That……"

"You must be back before dark. We will not rent for a day, and the agreed price will remain the same." Elsa has seen some horrific posts on the forum, and she has also experienced the corrosiveness of money... ...she said it with confidence.

The driver was really moved by the power of money.He gritted his teeth: "It's done, it's okay, I will definitely not enter Gotham City. You know, there is a possibility of being robbed even if you pass by."

Elsa pointed to Deadpool next to him who wanted to talk: "It's okay, he can fight."

"...Huh?" The driver brother was at a loss.

***

Elsa is not short of money, and has no plans for financial management, but she still knows that money is hard-won, and she has always spent money sparingly.The two of them rented a car that couldn't be more ordinary.

The journey from Queens, New York to Gotham, New Jersey is not very far. It was not yet nine o'clock in the morning when I got on the bus, and it was not past noon when I arrived in Gotham.

Elsa was very calm along the way, she occupied the entire back row listening to music with headphones on, and Deadpool had someone new to bother her, so she didn't bother Elsa at all, and even developed a very "very" relationship with the driver brother. Touching" friendship.

Elsa: Refuse to recall what deadpool said.

When Gotham could be vaguely seen, the driver brother stepped on the brake.

He looked at Deadpool's expression as if he was looking at a confidant in life, so he felt very embarrassed about not being able to send his confidant to his destination; or in other words, sending his confidant to a crime city like Gotham.

His expression was a bit sad: "Mr. Deadpool... Otherwise, I will take you back... Generally, there are really no people who come to Gotham, except for Gotham locals, not many people are willing to come here..."

Elsa has put away her earphones and is checking the news about Gotham on her mobile phone.

Speaking of which, there is really a lot of information on the blog, but M hasn't been online for several days.

Elsa cared a little about this barely a friend, but she also had a network-based existence... eh?Maybe, if the other party is within her range of perception...she can find him through the Internet!

Cinderella was excited for less than a second, and the conversation between the driver and Deadpool turned around again: "Yes, you did the right thing, you must show your own arrogance to the girl you like! You have such a flawless figure, such a passionate face, such an incomparable singing voice..."

As he spoke, he even sang.

Elsa was dumbfounded.

Because this guy sang exactly what she just listened to, and he could twist a good song several times in his mouth, but the driver brother was very, very convinced, and almost let go of the steering wheel to applaud him.

Elsa decides to move that song off the playlist.

Gotham is close at hand.

The speed of the car has been very slow since the last time it braked. When it was about to reach the place, the driver's expression became tangled again: "Otherwise... I will send it in for you? Mr. Deadpool is so nice..."

Elsa immediately reached out and poked Deadpool sitting in the co-pilot: "Get out of the car."

The car stopped, and then drove back in the direction of New York at more than three times the speed it was driving.

Elsa: ...poisonous.

There is a big road from New York to Gotham, and there are very few cars on it. The only two cars drove out of Gotham and the other just turned around and returned to New York.Deadpool stood on the side of the road and flexed his joints: "This is my first time in Gotham."

Elsa sighed: "I've always wanted to say, are you sure you can find something about Hydra here?"

Deadpool is very innocent, he blinked: "I'm not sure~ But I tried my best to remember, you know, when there are too many things in my mind and I want to find details, I can only throw them away like rummaging through garbage. There are things from different worlds, I can still talk to you right now, but because of you, girl, your halo is so dazzling~"

He tossed his backpack up, pulled out the double knives on his back, put the knives together and put the knives back into their sheaths, and then he caught the dropped knapsack: "There are too many comic production companies for 'beep-', not just one, You know how much effort I put in to write those place names, oh, I feel very wronged when I think about wasting my life on such a place, my sister will sleep with you tonight~ I won’t sleep~ I’m very sorry strong~"

Elsa stretched out a finger to poke his protruding head back: "...I'm underage, I don't want to talk to perverts."

Mr. Deadpool, who was once again classified as "perverted" by Cinderella, finally stopped making those colored jokes.He still had a hippie smile on his face, and even the mask couldn't hide his emotions: "Okay, okay, underage lady, how about we go to Gotham now? Then go to Wayne's super five-star hotel and enjoy it, and then go when night falls Find our destination."

He clenched his fists and stretched out his thumbs while pointing at himself: "Don't worry, sister, brother is here, I promise to find some clues for you."

Elsa: "Oh."

The two extraordinary people were in very good physical strength. The place where the driver brother left them was about ten kilometers away from the Wayne Center, the central building of Gotham City. It was past noon when they finally arrived.I met some people from time to time along the way, and most of them turned a blind eye to the two strangers, especially the strangely dressed Deadpool, as if they had accepted this special setting long ago.

Elsa still didn't understand very well, Deadpool clasped his hands behind his head, and walked and jumped: "Don't be surprised, brother is a normal person when compared here."

He chuckled: "Gotham's specialty is mental illness~"

It is said to be a specialty mental illness, but Elsa can't see anything along the way.This is a bustling city, quieter than the lively New York, the main color is dark, a little depressing, but in general a modern city cannot escape.Especially when walking on the main road, there are many people coming and going, and there are also many people laughing and laughing. I can't see the fearful condemnation in the forum posts at all.

The Wayne Hotel mentioned by Deadpool is in the central area of ​​Gotham, and it is the only way to go along the main road.

The two of them didn't feel tired when they walked here, and even the weaker Elsa only had thin sweat on her forehead.

She looked at Deadpool who was swearing to die with an innocent face, and asked very seriously for a private room.

"Eh??? What about me?" Deadpool stopped Elsa who got the room card, "Sister, you can't cross the river and tear down the bridge like this! Brother didn't bring you to Gotham to let you leave me alone to enjoy~ Or did you say You have decided to accept brother's service~ Take brother to live in the same room~"

Elsa stretched out a hand and tapped the other party with her fingertips: "First, it's the car I rented, I paid for it, and you just follow me; second, guess what?"

Elsa, who was perfect, was refreshed. She clapped her hands and followed the smiling hostess to her room.A Deadpool was left standing in the hotel lobby and spread his hands helplessly.

"Okay, okay, I knew that the little girl dictated by fate is different," he raised his hand and rubbed his chin, remembering his own money, "I have to save some money for Vanessa... Wayne I can't afford to stay in a hotel... I thought I could spend the night."

He rummaged through his bag in the hall again, and found five crumpled lottery tickets, which were a little better than the previous one with the place name on it—unbroken.

He smoothed them one by one, and kissed the stack of lottery tickets through the mask, as if kissing a stack of banknotes: "Goddess of Luck, let me win the lottery this time~"

He happily carried his bag and walked outside the hotel: "When I find that little bedbug and restore her original handsome and invincible beauty, I can take my little beauty on my honeymoon~~~"

Fantasy doesn't cost money, right?

Elsa doesn't know Deadpool's story, and she's pretty happy about barely getting it back.Elsa believed that the guy in the red uniform would never lose herself, and if it really didn't work, she would consider giving that guy a little care.

As her location changed, the program buried in her phone a month ago suddenly started.

The clown, living free in Arkham Asylum, gets the message.

With distorted makeup on, he looked at the red dot that suddenly lit up on the screen, and responded to a text message to his old friend: "The gift has arrived."

And Elsa, who just came out of the elevator, hesitantly took out her mobile phone from her pocket.

It doesn't seem to be an illusion, there seems to be something in the phone that is sending out signals?

A series of reprimands from Sherlock who disliked her for being brainless flashed through her mind, and Elsa shook her phone.

She opened the door of the hotel room, leaned against the closed door, held the phone and closed her eyes.