Venom My Wife

A secret warehouse appeared here. The old rich man, with four bodyguards around him.

"You've got the things." The rich man said sinisterly.

"That's right, where is the money?" said the bald man vigilantly. No one in this business can trust.

The old rich man glanced gloomy and said coldly to the bodyguard beside him: "Open it."

When the bodyguard heard this, he pressed a button and a strong light in the corner turned on instantly.

The light illuminated the bottom and saw a pile of money like a hill, all of which were brand new.

Stacks of banknotes are closely stacked together, flashing with tempting light, as if silently telling the power of wealth.

"Ten people, a total of $50 million."

The bald man and the team members' eyes widened instantly, and they looked at the money mountain greedily.

With the bald man's eyes, the money was only a little more or less. He excitedly took out the medicine formula and couldn't wait to hand it over.

However, a cold light suddenly flashed!

The bald man only felt a chill coming from his head, and then a warm liquid flowed down his cheeks.

He subconsciously tilted his hand and touched his head, but found that his hands were covered with bright red blood.

Before he could realize what was going on, his body involuntarily fell forward.

With a dull "bang", the bald man fell straight to the ground. His smooth sky spirit cover rolled out far under the action of inertia and finally stopped at the foot of the rich man.

The fat-hearted brain flower is facing the rich, and the picture is creepy.

"It's not bad at all. I can be a hairstylist when I retire in the future. I must be very popular."

Deadpool looked at the flat cutout and nodded in satisfaction.

"vomit…"

The old rich man came to his senses and lived a pampered life all his life. He had never seen such a bloody and terrifying scene. His stomach was overturned and the eight-treasure porridge was sprayed out directly.

"This guy wants to be terrified and kill him."

The people around him also reacted and took out their guns and shot them at Deadpool.

Guns were everywhere in the dim warehouse, and silver sword lights kept flashing in the air, woven into gorgeous and deadly light and shadows with bullets.

Deadpool was too close to them, and in just a few moments, he was walking through the crowd like a ghost.

The long sword in his hand wielded into the wind, and every time he waved it, it brought a bloody flower. His movements were as fast as lightning, which made people unable to capture at all.

The warehouse was filled with screams and metal collisions, and Deadpool was ruthlessly reaping life like a demon from hell.

The rich man picked up the recipe in panic and hurriedly left the warehouse under the escort of the bodyguard.

Deadpool quickly dealt with these companions, shook the blood from the knife, and had several bullet holes on his body, which did not affect his movements at all.

“50 million, 50 million, plus these potions, I became a billionaire all at once.”

Deadpool muttered to himself, came to the side of the money mountain, picked up a stack of banknotes, and kissed them excitedly.

Before he was excited, Deadpool noticed that something was wrong inside.

He opened the banknotes in his hand and found that there were just blank papers inside. He opened the other banknotes. Only the first one was real and all of them were fake.

"Bichi, they are all fake."

Deadpool cursed angrily.

The next second, a ball of flame bloomed in front of your eyes.

boom!

A huge explosion sounded, fires soared into the sky, and a heat wave rolled in, swallowing Deadpool in an instant.

The rich man looked outside at the warehouse with raging flames and scrupulously wiped the corners of his mouth.

"A group of poor people still want money. Go to hell and go to the devil!"

Although something unexpected happened, the result did not change.

The rich man looked at the recipe in his hand, and his turbid eyes suddenly burst into a surprise light.

"With the medicine formula, plus Doctor Youth, Money, and I will be in my hands, hahahaha!"

He laughed wildly, and the laughter echoed in the night sky, looking particularly gloomy and terrifying.

Not laughing for long.

A fire man suddenly rushed out of the flames, with blazing flames burning all over his body, and two steel knives in his hand rushed over like an evil ghost.

"Give me all my money."

Deadpool's hoarse voice came from the flames, and his whole face had melted into white bones. He was not dead, staring at the rich man with only one eye.

The money is fake!

The stolen potion was gone.

The dream of becoming a billionaire was destroyed immediately, and this old thing has become the person he hates the most, no doubt about it.

"Kill! Kill him."

The rich man was frightened and cried out in a cardiac arrest.

Bang bang bang!

The four bodyguards took out their pistols and shot at the rushing Deadpool without hesitation.

Deadpool did not retreat at all, bullets shot bloody flowers on him, and some even took a piece of rotten flesh away, but he seemed to be unable to feel the pain, and still rushed forward frantically.

Several bodyguards were also frightened. They had never seen such a lifeless madman.

Fear instantly occupied their hearts and they turned around and ran away.

"Bastard, take me to run!"

The rich man cursed angrily, leaning on a cane, and was struggling to run away.

He has always played business wars and used all his tricks, so he has never faced such a terrifying scene in person.

However, it is too late to run now.

"Let you blow my money!"

Deadpool had already come to him, and with a grim smile, the two steel knives in his hand were chopped down at his legs.

"I will give you the money, I will give you as much."

The rich closed his eyes in fear, but did not feel the pain.

Drips of water fell from the legs of the pants to the ground. The old rich man opened his eyes tremblingly. In front of him, a man in a ninja suit appeared, with a headless corpse lying under his feet.

The old and rich man hasn't spoken yet.

"Follow us." The man in the ninja submission said coldly.

"Whose person are you? Don't you know my identity? How dare you talk to me in an orderly tone."

The old rich man thought he was the subordinate of the alliance and returned to his arrogant look, but he did not notice the assassin's sarcastic look.

At this time, two assassins dressed in the same dress appeared silently from the shadows on the ground.

"No. 1, the four people who escaped have been dealt with."

"No. 2 takes this rich man back to the base, and No. 3 deals with the corpses on the ground."

"yes!"

The old rich man realized that these assassins who saved him were not the ones on his side at all.

"Who are you!" he shouted in horror.

The second came to the rich man, grabbed his shoulder without saying a word, and slowly sank into the shadow.

"Wait, I have a lot of money. No matter how much the people behind you bid, I will pay double, no, triple, five times!"

The old rich man shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice full of despair and fear.

He struggled constantly, but his omnipotent power, at this moment, did not work at all. His former high position was vulnerable to the current desperate situation.

When the shadow finally began to flood my head, No. 1 said coldly.

"His Majesty the Demon King asked me to tell you, thank you for your contribution."