[Comprehensive Anglo-American] New York People's Suffering History

While the gangsters in the helicopter were changing ammunition, Soapy dragged Deadpool off the sofa and protected Thor with his body.

"Take him to hide in the room right away, leave it to me here." She turned the magic ring on her thumb to the root of her finger, and the sun is not yet over, if the ring accidentally falls off during a fight, it will be finished.

Thor kicked Deadpool lying at his feet to the base of the sofa, and Deadpool's painful groans did not arouse Thor's sympathy.A scarred little red hand stretched out from under the sofa tremblingly, and Thor pushed it back mercilessly with his foot.

"I'll stay here to help you." After hiding Deadpool, Thor stretched out his right hand habitually, waiting domineeringly for Thor's Hammer.

Mjolnir lay quietly on the floor.Fairy spirit flutters, not eating fireworks in the world.

"You will die if you get shot, and the gods can't save you." Subi threw Thor behind him in disgust, and shouted loudly: "Take him and go in and hide quickly, don't get in the way."

Thor held the dying Deadpool to his chest.Leaning close to his ear, he asked, "I remember you said before that you couldn't be beaten to death?"

Deadpool scolded angrily: "Bastard! That doesn't mean you can use me as bulletproof!!!"

"I'm sorry!" Thor hid behind Deadpool and dragged him back into the house.

The muzzle of the black hole was raised again, and the dense bullets beat the house into chaos like a violent storm.

Deadpool was bleeding like a river, but Thor was unharmed.

Soapy was furious.

I go!After finally getting some windfall, I have to use it for decoration.

***

in the hospital.

Watson took off Sherlock's hospital gown and carefully examined the gunshot wound on his back.

"It's a miracle, Sherlock. It's really healed, how is this possible?" Watson stretched out his finger and poked the wound that had scabbed over.

"Ouch! Be gentle." Sherlock put on his shirt and moved his arms. "I'm really fine, pack up and go home."

Sherlock threw the phone to Watson and said seriously, "Our old friend is here."

Watson turned on his phone, and there was a message from an unknown number.

"Did you missme"

"Moriarty?" Watson spoke with despair, as if seeing a doomsday declaration, "he's here again. The days of peace are coming to an end."

Sherlock had already put on his coat at some point, he took his hat off the coat rack and put it on: "John, the real war has begun."

The two took a taxi back to the apartment.

The driver pulled over far away from 114. "I dare not go ahead."

A helicopter parked in front of the second-floor window of Sherlock's house, the sound of gunfire...

Sherlock got out of the car immediately, and Watson trotted a few steps to follow.

"John, give me the gun." Sherlock took the gun from Watson and rushed to the apartment.

Soapy dodged the bullet nimbly, stood at the window and shouted to Sherlock who was running towards her: "Mr. Holmes—get out of here—don't come—"

The gunfire drowned out her shouts.

Sherlock has already run under the helicopter, aiming the gun at the fuselage is a shot.

"What happened?" Sherlock asked Soapy, looking up.

Soapy didn't have time to answer, she jumped into the helicopter from the window, and stretched her claws towards the left chest and heart of the gangster, and the gangster avoided it nimbly.There were only two gunmen in the helicopter besides the driver.Subi quickly grabbed one and threw it off the plane. Ordinary people who fall from this height will not die but will also be injured.

However, the gangster who was thrown down landed steadily, and met Sherlock with a dazed expression.

The gangster and Sherlock raised their guns at the same time.

"Bah!"

Gunshots sounded.

Watson called sadly not far away: "Xia-luo-ke-no-"

With the gunshot, Sherlock fell to the ground clutching his chest.

Watson aimed at the gangster from a distance and shot him in the head. The gangster lost half of his head and was still alive, pointing the gun at Watson.Aim with the remaining eye, finger on the trigger.

Hearing the movement below, Soapy murmured badly, stopped fighting, and immediately jumped off the helicopter, riding on the gangster's neck, holding the bloody head with both hands and twisting it vigorously.

Then he picked up Sherlock and wanted to hand him to Watson and send him to the hospital as soon as possible.At this time, another gangster on the helicopter was also ready to jump off.

He drew a knife from his belt, pointed it at Soapy's head, and jumped.

"Boom——"

The sound of a knife hitting something hard.

A round shield was placed on Soapy's head like a bamboo hat. Captain America kicked the gangster away and glanced at Soapy: "Didn't I give you the contact information?"

"It's too late to ask for help!" Soapy's eyes glowed, staring blankly at Captain America's heroic figure teaching the gangsters a lesson.

Wow!Soapy licked his lips.These pectoralis major, these honey thighs, this small bee waist...

Sherlock in his arms raised his hand covering his chest: "Ms. Su, I've been bleeding."

"Oh oh oh." Soapy came back to his senses, and quickly handed Sherlock, who was dying, to Watson.

***

"Ohmygod! What have you been through?" Thor took off Deadpool's hood, and under the mask was an indescribable face.

Deadpool complained: "Let you take the bullet! Not the headgear!"

Thor stared at a bullet hole in Deadpool's thigh, thought for a moment, and then tore open Deadpool's riddled red suit.

"What are you doing???" Deadpool glanced at his bare//exposed big white legs in embarrassment.

"How do you get the bullet through the clothes?" Thor inserted his thick knuckles into the bullet hole with a clear face.

"F********K! It hurts—what the hell are you doing?" Deadpool twitched in pain like a face corroded by strong acid. "Can't you find a tool to get the bullet out? Tweezers or something? Ah—"

"Then you take it yourself?" Thor pulled out his finger and looked at Deadpool indifferently.

"Help me get the back one out, I can do the front one myself." Deadpool couldn't wait for the bullet to be pushed out while it healed itself, he had been shot too many times, and Soapy needed help urgently.

After Deadpool finished speaking, he turned around and lay down on the ground. Thor stretched out his hand in disgust, aimed at a middle part of Deadpool's injury... and inserted it.

It was an accidental meeting of the finger of God with the sphincter.

Deadpool bit his finger, turned his head angrily: "Did you... just now..."

The author has something to say: Sledgehammer to Jianjian: Don't cry, I will take responsibility for you.

Jimei to the sledgehammer: Get lost!I don't have such an ugly sister-in-law.

Odin to Kimei: Loki, your brother can't conceive offspring, the throne is yours now.

Jimei to Jianjian: Sister-in-law, come, let me show you around our house.

Note: Tonight's new chapter is late and short, I'm sorry... In addition, special thanks to the babies who commented, and #回去来# little angel's nutrient solution.The author has a stupid mouth, so sometimes I don't know how to reply, and I am afraid that everyone will find it annoying to reply one by one.Call me when there are little angels who are willing to communicate with the author to leave a comment, and I will be there at any time~

I'm so worried that one day I'll be popular and I won't be able to take care of them. They will say that I have changed... (You think too much ←_←)