The Death Knell

"Weird, so weird."

A lonely figure wandered the streets of New York in the early hours of the morning. He was like a ghost looking for a small alley to drill, and while walking, he muttered to himself loudly into the air:

"Old irons, I just found a problem. I obviously send others invitations for the engagement banquet, but how come they get into the hands of others but become invitations for the wedding ceremony? And the number of guests is not right, too many. Dozens of times."

He was puzzled, and wanted to pull his hair one by one, but because of skin cancer, he had no hair, only a rotten Italian meatball-like head, and it was all right.

The person walking in the dark is Deadpool. After Captain America was captured by Peggy and Sharon, Deadpool, who drank a lot of alcohol, did not sleep at all. He was bored and decided to patrol the streets like a superhero. lock up.

He is going to open a mercenary shop by himself, the kind of shop that can do it regardless of whether it is murder or the sewer, as long as it is paid.

But he himself was too low-key in the past. Although he was a bit famous in the mercenary business, ordinary people didn't know. If you want to make their money, you must get some advertising effect.

It is impossible to spend money on advertising. The money was used to buy a house for Inez. Even the money for drinking today was paid by the captain, so he thought of a good way to be a vigilante.

If you encounter any major events during the patrol, if you manage to manage it successfully, you will definitely be able to get on the news, right? Isn’t that free advertising?

It's just that there is a problem now.

After wandering in various alleys and shadows for two hours, the New York villains tonight seemed to hibernate and did not show up at all.

Bored, he started chatting with non-existent audiences again, otherwise it would be lonely at night.

"..." The audience interacted.

"That can't, cousin, he's busy." Deadpool shook his head again and again, raising his face mask and digging out his nostrils: "You said I used the sewer to send invitations, which is equivalent to using his channel. He came to steal the day to change the day? But what about him? If you are so free, don't you always say that he went to the parallel world to do great things."

On the corner of the street, a masked robber was robbing a grocery store, looting a box of slippers, and stunned the shopkeeper with a rifle butt. At this time, he was dragging the box and fleeing the scene at a tortoise-like speed.

Deadpool glanced across the street, shook his head and walked away.

This matter is not big enough to make it to the news, don't care.

"..." In silence, the barrage began to flow again.

"Oh? He's back? Looking for a solution at a certain point in time?" Deadpool touched his belt, and the light bulb on top of his head lit up, and he started radio gymnastics on the spot: "Is that to come to me? Me? Let’s get some exercise first. Last time I didn’t do enough warm-up and I strained my groin during the splits, so I had to chop off my legs.”

Amputated just because of a strain, probably only Deadpool can use this therapy.

But at this moment, he heard the sound of an alarm bell not far away. It was the traditional bell of the anti-theft system. The sound came from the Wilson Department Store a few blocks away.

"Unknowingly, did you move to Manhattan?" Deadpool raised his pants, pulled down his mask, and walked over there curiously: "There are really people who are not afraid of death, even the cousin's shop dare to steal ?"

I ran all the way to the front of the building, and found that the store door was violently damaged, as if someone had used a siege hammer to attack the door. Not only was the glass broken, but the titanium alloy anti-theft door frame was deformed. 78 Chinese Network

This theft is a bit more dynamic, is it wild in Africa? Is it an illegal immigrant?

But those are not important, as Deadpool's eyes rolled, he had a good idea.

Since its establishment for almost 70 years now, Wilson Department Store has never lost a thing. If it makes an exception today, it must be in the news. If you help to recover the dirt, will you be able to catch the news? Woolen cloth?

So he slowed down and sneaked into the commercial building tiptoe against the wall.

Rolling forward, sliding shovel, and crawling forward, he is like a well-trained agent, carrying out secret operations, and the target is the security room.

I'm a bit crazy, but not stupid, let's see where the little thieves are.

In this way, he entered the security room in the dark. He first saw a group of unconscious night security guards. They were thrown into a small bed at will. They were obviously knocked out elsewhere. The thieves kindly moved them back here.

"This is right. After all, it's almost autumn. The ground is very cold. It's not good if you let these night-shift brothers catch a cold."

While talking in the direction of no one, Deadpool walked to a cabinet not far away, took out a blanket, covered these unconscious people, and muttered under his chin:

"But this style doesn't look like the wild wind of African robbery anymore. It's a bit like a British snitch. While paying attention to a thief, it also has a bit of British black humor. You see, they give the security guards back. Drew makeup."

I took out a small flashlight and took a picture of the security guards. The faces of the unconscious people were painted with big smiles.

I used too much lipstick and applied too thickly. The messy brushstrokes were as exaggerated as everyone vomiting a few liters of blood, and the lower half of his face was red.

"..." Seeing that iconic prank, the barrage interaction became more intense.

Wade was stunned while watching the bullet screen in his head while buttoning his butt. He was a little unbelievable: "What, you said this is Halle's technique, this is Gotham style theft? But when did she come over? Didn't say it?"

A string of question marks appeared on Deadpool's head. People from UU reading www.uukanshu.comdc ran to Marvel casually. Is this still a king? Is there still a law?

Well, there are really no such articles in the US law. Although New York State law stipulates that you are not allowed to wear slippers to go out after 10 o'clock in the evening, it is really never said that people who are not allowed to come here are not allowed to come here.

"Huh? I seem to hear someone say my name." 166

A head suddenly appeared at the entrance of the security room, swaying like a head-shaking doll, the twin pony tails turned like propellers, and the big smile was red as blood in the dark.

Seeing that it was Deadpool, Hallie was happy, and she immediately walked in with a huge power hammer.

There are many handbags hanging on the handles of the two-handed hammers, and she herself has changed into a red dress, even wearing high heels, apparently just after the purchase.

Not only her, but also Hela, Daisy, Gwensi, and a duck.

The ladies are all dressed up like characters in the Gossip Girl TV series.

Wearing beautiful new clothes and a lot of shiny jewelry on their hands and necks, they even did nail art during the shoplifting process. At this time, each of them had their hands and fingers ridged, as if they were waiting for nail polish. Air dry.

The duck is more unlucky. He is obviously the tool man who only carries the bags when shopping with the ladies. A lot of shoe boxes and shopping bags are pressed on him, like a clown performing balance in a circus. street.

Wade covered his face. His plan to go to the news was shattered. He sat on the cot weakly and fell on the comatose security guards, staring at the ceiling in the darkness with his eyes staring blankly:

"Grabbing your own store, cousin really let you play like this, are you all sick?"

"Hehe, guess?"

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