The Death Knell

Holloway put his blindfold back on, Monaco stuffed a few more rabbits into his pockets, and they were ready.

A recent highlight is located in London. Since the opponent may have mages or warlocks who may be able to counter space spells, there is a risk of several people getting lost in the turbulence of time and space when using the portal.

So Su Ming followed Monaco's suggestion and decided to go out and find a car.

Quietly, without magic fluctuations, it is the safest.

The witchcraft just now showed that Namor is here, but it may be an undersea man with the same name, it may be an enemy trap, or it may be a "fragment" of Namor.

So they need to walk around the streets for a while to let the Magic Prince find some clues.

"Can you give us our sense of smell back after we go out? All five senses are very important in battle." Su Ming asked Monaco as he walked towards the door.

"Of course, I understand that sensitivity and insight are equally important to both warriors and mages. I haven't done anything with anyone for a long time, and I will also cancel my breath-holding magic soon."

Su Ming walked across the dark-patterned carpet, feeling the moisture outside the room, and opened the door. Then he was stunned for a second, then closed the door again and retreated.

"What's wrong?" Holloway was almost stepped on by Su Ming, so he quickly took a few steps back.

Su Ming tilted his head and rubbed the chin of the mask with his hand: "I saw someone I didn't want to see. He shouldn't have come..."

"Did you get it wrong? You have acquaintances in London?" Holloway asked again.

"Yes, I hope I saw it wrong." Su Ming opened the door a crack, peeked out and quickly closed it: "Yes, it's definitely not an illusion, he really appeared."

Monaco frowned and raised his cane: "Is it an enemy?"

"Well, not really, and they're still relatives." Su Ming thought for a moment, what was this guy doing out of here? Have nothing to do?

Holloway seemed to understand something. He raised his head and sighed. He patted Su Ming on the shoulder and comforted: "I know, they are the kind of particularly difficult relatives, right? It's like when I go home every Christmas, I always... When I meet my Aunt Jasmine, I am almost thirty years old this year, and I still have nothing to do with her... But you always have to face it, right?"

"Yes, since we are relatives, we will meet each other, but the time has been advanced too much, which is a bit unexpected." Su Ming chewed his teeth and felt a little pain in his balls: "By the way, Monaco, you have that kind of Is it a magic that makes a person’s penis shorter?”

"Uh... No, but if you want, I can arrange a voodoo ritual to make the enemy unable to feel the existence of certain parts of his body through a long-term curse."

"Very good, then I have a trump card to deal with him..."

He opened the door, raised his umbrella and strode out. At this time, there was a figure on the street fighting against the typhoon.

"Viewers, I am Deadpool, the frontline reporter, reporting for you from hell London!"

He was wearing his iconic black and red uniform, with his two knives stuck in the asphalt pavement, holding the handles of the knives with both hands. His whole body was fluttering in the wind like a colorful flag, and was slowly dragged backward by the wind. The two knives were left on the road. There are two deep grooves, and the soil underneath has been turned out.

"At this time, there is a typhoon blowing from outer space that is fighting me. The central wind speed is as high as thousands of kilometers per second! If you are not as strong as me, it is best not to go out today! See the Big Ben over there Is it? It’s all sideways!”

His head was turned to the side, and the strong wind deformed his face under the hood, but he still winked and spoke to the non-existent 'audience'.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the street, as if there was really some invisible typhoon monster coming there. He suddenly felt his nostrils were itchy, and he wanted to pick out his nose.

"Alas, the strong wind caused my rhinitis to relapse. It's really a terrible fighting force. Let's start with a commercial!"

Then he let go of one hand and was about to lift his hood and dig his nose, and then he found a pair of black and yellow metal combat boots appearing in front of him.

A masked man in full metal armor, holding a black umbrella, lowered his head and looked at him with one scarlet eye.

The strong wind caused nearby garbage to fly quickly, but the owner of the armor did not move at all. He could not see the expression of the visitor, but he must be as happy as him, right?

"Slade? Is that you?" His tone became cheerful, and he wanted to take off his mask and recognize Su Ming: "It's me, Wade, your dearest cousin. Last time you left without telling me No, I've been looking for you."

Su Ming was thinking about the reason for Deadpool's appearance. Is it a coincidence? still......

Deadpool's original name was Wade Wilson, which was the product of friendly exchanges between DC and Marvel. The prototype of Deadpool was Deathstroke, and editors from both sides admitted that they were half-brothers.

He basically has all the abilities that Deathstroke has. The original Deathstroke's martial arts and strength are slightly higher, but Deadpool's self-healing ability is stronger. Deathstroke likes dry humor, and Deadpool likes to be talkative. Deathstroke is missing an eye, and Deadpool is rotten all over due to cancer and X-weapon experiments.

His ever-rotting face once made many people puke.

"Don't, don't take off the mask, it's windy today." A black tentacle stretched out from the gap in the armor, grabbed Wade's hand, and stopped him.

Who wants to look at that wrinkled avocado!

"Well, you are so kind to me, I must take it off! Let you see my moved eyes, which are filled with tears!"

Under the mask, the outline of his face showed an exaggerated expression.

Wade simply let go of his other hand. He knew that the symbiote had caught him and he would not be blown away, so he boldly stretched out his other hand to lift the mask.

"No, I don't want to see it, not at all." Su Ming bent down and grabbed his arm, pulling him sideways and pulling him under the umbrella.

Wade seemed to understand something and hit the palm of his hand with his fist: "I understand, you are jealous that I have two eyes, right? It doesn't matter, I can dig one out for you, and I will grow new ones anyway."

"Your cancer has spread throughout your body, remember? The U.S. Department of Agriculture declared that your meat is inedible."

Su Ming knocked off the finger that was about to dig out his eyeballs, and sighed helplessly. This was not the Sharingan. It could be used just by digging it out and installing it regardless of the rejection reaction. It was useless to dig it out and give it to Su Ming.

Besides, having one eye doesn't affect combat. It's a complete waste of life to go to the trouble of finding suitable eyes just for the sake of good looks.

"Damn bureaucrats! You know what? Last time they banned the use of mad cow beef in burgers, I complained to them once. Really, mad beef tastes very strong. So I called the president's office and the secretary told me She said the president went bear hunting and she was in the Kremlin, and she said her English wasn't very good, but I think she was lying to me."

Deadpool started to complain. Now that he was under the magical umbrella, with his feet on the ground, he could finally pull the weapon out of the ground. He put away the double sword and started talking nonsense.

By the way, he hugged Deathstroke enthusiastically, causing red stains all over his armored chest. Deadpool bought another bargain, and his uniform faded in the heavy rain...

"Okay, tell me why you came here."

Su Ming used the symbiote to push him away expressionlessly. Fortunately, his sense of smell hadn't recovered yet, otherwise this guy who didn't shower all year round would definitely make him vomit.

"That's a long story."

Deadpool looked around at the people and the house behind Su Ming. That should be the place where a few people came out just now, right? Why don't you go in and sit down, eat some cookies or something, and then talk?

Isn’t a rainy day a good day to eat cookies? Chocolate chip cookies or something like that.

However, the symbiote's steely and powerful tentacles prevented him from taking any steps. He was tightly held under the umbrella, and the rainwater flew sideways from outside the umbrella.

"Then keep your story short."

The symbiote stretched out two small tentacles from behind, took off Su Ming's helmet, and rolled it aside like a crown.

"Uh, how do I start? I don't like to shorten my length... I know mine is very long, but isn't that an advantage? Girls love this length so much, I mean In fact, technology is also very important. Of course, different species should be treated differently. Cousin, do you know the Shi'ar Empire? Those birdmen all lay eggs, but those girls are almost the same as humans. You know the last time I went there with Star-Lord? By the way, we entered a bar, and then hey hey hey... Afterwards he came out standing on his head with both hands, and Mr. Deadpool and I had strong legs, um, all three legs were strong... Huh? Is this the magic floating cloak? Has Dr. Strange really been abandoned? Cousin, have you become the new Sorcerer Supreme? Wait, let me post an online update first, where is my phone... ."

Deadpool lowered his head and began to touch his body and dig into his underwear, but he only found a grenade and a pencil. The cell phone seemed not to be in his underwear.

At this time, Su Ming's hand behind his back was tightening and loosening on the God-Slayer's knife handle, loosening and tightening again, and his breathing gradually became unstable...