The Death Knell

The wormhole shrank rapidly, and several people could see the mutants on the other side getting up from the ground and running towards this side, but it was obviously too late. In the end, they could only watch in despair as the wormhole disappeared, and the world around them turned white.

He was only wearing a raincoat, and the rest of his clothes were blown to pieces. In an environment of minus 60 degrees Celsius, his self-healing ability might not kill him, but if he wanted to come back here, it would be impossible.

He will turn into a popsicle, maybe buried in heavy snow, maybe a scientific expedition team will find him a few hundred years later, but he will no longer be a problem.

Deadpool took out his cell phone and took the opportunity to take two photos, recording the desperate expressions of the mutants in the portal. The flash suddenly lit up underground, making both the wizard and the doctor look away sadly.

But he didn't realize it. Instead, he showed off to them with his mobile phone with great interest. He also said something about posting status, becoming a celebrity, increasing subscriptions, etc. The two of them couldn't understand. For a moment, the air was filled with joy. atmosphere.

"We'll talk about those things when you can go back. What is your mission?" Su Ming put away his weapon and looked at him with his arms crossed.

"Break the door, kill the people, and call it a day?" Deadpool tilted his head and thought for a moment, then asked tentatively: "We've finished cutting the people, so it's time to call it a day. Should we go for a drink somewhere? Master, you know where? Are there any bars that are still open during the typhoon? Do you have pizza and tacos here? I just exercised and I’m a little hungry. I want to have a good sleep. You know, we mercenaries are too busy, especially me. Such an excellent person has so much business that it’s really distressing, hahahaha.”

Su Ming directly grabbed his head, twisted it hard, and asked him to look at the steel door in the distance. He pointed with his finger: "The door is still over there. You haven't even completed the first step. What are you drinking? Go quickly. Work!”

"Ahem, okay, will the arms expenses be reimbursed? How can I replenish my equipment here?" Deadpool talked nonchalantly while pulling his face back from behind. His cervical vertebrae were broken into several sections, but this was only a small Question: "Let me see what I have brought with me. When was the last time I packed my equipment? Damn it, I forgot my weapons in the taxi again."

Deadpool began to search for things in his pockets. His dimensional pockets were like Batman's belt, and he could pull out completely unreasonable things from them.

Batman can use his gadgets to defeat his enemies or get out of danger.

Most of the time, Deadpool's props are just the opposite. He may have an inflatable swimming pool in his pocket, he may have several boxes of ketchup, he may have a full Elvis Presley-style costume, and he may also have disguise props such as wigs and skirts. .

As for the power these things can exert in battle, Su Ming is not sure. After all, he is not MacGyver, and this is not "Hundred Battles of Dragons".

"Oops, I didn't bring anything. I only have two knives and two guns. I need you to support me with some bullets." Deadpool searched for a long time and only took out a yellow rubber chicken toy from his pocket. His mouth formed a glyph, and Deadpool also imitated this expression, saying regretfully to Su Ming.

"Okay, let me break the door. If you have time to download songs as background music, why not prepare your equipment." Su Ming pulled out the Night Sword, and the x-metal flow on the spine of the sword converged on the blade, emitting a shimmer.

"Hey, background music is really important. We should all agree on this. When you're walking on the moon, do you want to hear 'Billie Jean' or 'Old Donald Had a Farm'?" Deadpool continued. He followed in Su Ming's footsteps and talked about his fallacies.

"First of all, there is no air on the moon, so sound cannot travel. Secondly, the background music of the death knell is usually dubbed by the enemies, using their screams..."

As Su Ming spoke, he thrust out the big sword in his hand, and the thick steel door was penetrated in an instant. He held the hilt of the sword and drew an arc like he was pulling out a jack-o-lantern on Halloween, and a thick piece of metal was It fell down with a clang.

"Okay, the special effect of cutting the door with a cold weapon will cost a lot of money. Can our investors really let you do this?" Deadpool looked at the reddish steel from the side, and the high-speed cutting made the cuts melt slightly. "Wait a minute, you're here to cause trouble, are you? We spent all our funds, and then D won... It's dark, it's too dark."

Deadpool's eyes became sharp, and he felt as if he had discovered something terrible.

Su Ming's eyes turned into slits. Although the mask obscured his expression, his helplessness could be heard in his tone.

"Yeah, after we go in, we will have a special effects battle with the enemy. It's like The Empire Strikes Back. The special effects are over 100,000 per second, and we'll explode a few planets and so on... Do you think it will be like that? Is that so?! Stop thinking about the chores and focus on the task! This is the real world!”

Su Ming stepped into the door. The noise caused by cutting the door should have alerted the people inside. Now is not the time for small talk.

Deadpool turned to look at the sky to one side, with a serious expression on his face. He tapped his head with his finger and whispered to the non-existent audience: "Music is really important, but Slade doesn't see it that way. I think the darkness of D is driving me crazy." He is so pitiful..."

"Wade?... You know that all of us super soldiers have super hearing, right?" The God Killer instantly appeared in Su Ming's other hand, with two big swords, one black and one yellow. Different light: "Are you going to take the initiative to explore the way, or should I use my guy to help you?"

"Uh, I'm going to explore the way, please let me..." Deadpool stood on tiptoes and tiptoed past Su Ming, glancing at the God Killer from time to time, as if he was worried about something.

Su Ming took a deep breath. He felt like he was going to have a nervous breakdown. There was Deadpool outside and the Symbiote inside. The harassment from these two guys continued almost all the time.

Even if Deadpool didn't say anything, the problem would be solved later, and he would have to go back to New York for a drink first. It would be too disturbing.

Holloway and Monaco also followed and entered the room inside through the hole in the door.

This is an independent area separated by iron doors. It is dry and ventilated, there is no noise, and there are no traces of mice or cockroaches even in the corners of the ground.

This was very abnormal, and Su Ming secretly increased his vigilance.

The location of the few people now is just a long corridor. As for where this corridor will lead, it is unknown, but there are people guarding outside the door, but it is pitch dark here, and not a single light is turned on, which is equally unreasonable.

"The atmosphere is not right, it's too quiet here." Monaco immediately felt something was wrong after entering the door. He reminded Su Ming in a low voice, and picked up his cane and immediately released several protective spells, but these spells fell on Su Ming. It was bounced off by the armor: "These are some protective magics, used to defend against mental attacks and space spells, but it seems that you don't need it, Deathstroke. You have a good set of anti-magic equipment."

Su Ming's scarlet single eye scanned every corner of the corridor, and he clenched his weapon: "It's a little strange, please be vigilant."

At this time, Deadpool, who had gone to explore the road ahead, ran back. As if giving a report to the teacher, he put his palm next to his mouth and whispered to Su Ming: "There is a dog ahead...a human-headed dog... ....”