Chapter 309: Entering the World
The world barriers of the previous worlds were as fragile as eggshells, but the world barriers of this world are as thick as reinforced concrete.
Deadpool tried his best but failed to penetrate the world barrier.
But at least there is good news.
That is, this world is very close to Deadpool's world, so close that it is only separated by the thickness of an impenetrable wall.
After trying various methods without success, the two had no choice but to make the best of it and began to investigate this world, confirming that they had arrived in the United States before World War II.
Afterwards, the two of them reluctantly went to a pub on the street to drink.
"This is a shitty world! There is almost no entertainment in this era. Even my dad wasn't born yet."
"Aren't you Marvel Jesus? You actually have a father? Seeing how perverted you are, I know you must have had an unhappy childhood. Your mother must have beaten you a lot when you were a child."
"It's okay. He only hit me three times."
"Only three times?"
"Just three times! They didn't abort the pregnancy, so I was born."
"That's really unfortunate. Your mother must be regretting this."
"It's not bad. She didn't have the chance. She never woke up after giving birth to me, but at least I survived."
“She must be very regretful!
Poor Wade, a happy childhood can heal a lifetime, but an unhappy childhood takes a lifetime to heal.
Look at it, at least you managed to lick Denisa."
"Wow... such an unfortunate life..." Deadpool seemed to have been hit on the heart, and suddenly burst into tears:
“I think back to my third year in middle school, when I fell in love for the first time.
But not long after we were together, a gangster from our school drove a Ferrari to pick up my first love, whom I had been kissing for three years.
Bullshit! I still remember that thug threw a stack of cash at me and beat me up. My face was bruised and bloody.
I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists without saying a word, just holding the money tightly, my face flushed, tears streaming down my face, and veins bulging on my forehead.
I thought fiercely in my heart:
My efforts have finally paid off! This money is mine! It's all mine! No one can take it away!"
"And then?" Charlotte asked expressionlessly.
"You will need to pay to watch the following content."
As he said this, Deadpool extended his hand towards Charlotte.
Charlotte's expression froze, he drank the beer in the glass, lowered his voice and asked Deadpool:
"By the way, Wade, do you have money for the drinks?"
"Huh? Do we have to spend money on drinks? Didn't we spend nothing at the last bar?"
The burly white man behind the bar had a dark expression on his face.
He was listening with great interest just now, but he didn't expect that the melon would be eaten by him so soon.
Although Charlotte lowered his voice, the two of them sat very close to him and had no intention of avoiding him.
These two bastards are drinking bully wine.
The bartender stretched out his hand and pulled out the shotgun from under the bar, aiming it at Deadpool's head.
"You two damn bastards, give me your money now, or I'll strip you naked and take in some customers so you can earn tips."
"Leave it to Wade, you just reward him!" Charlotte said calmly.
Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, Deadpool tapped his beer glass and said:
"Give me another drink."
"You~" Deadpool's confidence made the bartender grit his teeth. He wished he could shoot Deadpool's head in the head immediately, but he was afraid of defiling his own store and affecting the mood of the patrons who were watching the show in the store.
The bartender turned his eyes and took a look at the two samurai swords behind Deadpool, sneering:
"If you don't have money, just leave the knives behind you! They should be enough to pay for the wine."
"My knife? That won't do."
Reaching out and pulling out the samurai sword from behind him and stroking it, the expression on Deadpool's face was as if he was stroking his beloved.
"These two knives are my treasures, my dearest friends, brothers and sisters!
They are made of adamantium and every inch of them is filled with love."
As he spoke, Deadpool kissed the blade in disgust.
"This is to commemorate my good brother Wolverine Logan who died, so I dug his bones out of the cemetery and forged them into these two samurai swords.
As long as I carry them on my back, my good brother will never leave me, so I absolutely cannot give them to you."
Charlotte's eyebrows jumped when she heard this. She had thought that "darlings, relatives, friends, siblings, and brothers" were adjectives, but she didn't expect it to be a noun.
So what part of your loved ones is the handle of your samurai sword made from?
The bartender was of course frowning, as he had no idea who Wolverine Logan was, nor did he know how human bones could be forged into a samurai sword.
Therefore, the bartender took Deadpool's words as an unscrupulous provocation, which made the bartender's neck turn red, and he was obviously very angry.
puff-
Putting down the shotgun, the bartender suddenly drew out a knife and stabbed it into Deadpool's palm with lightning speed.
He looked up at the bartender's grinning face, then looked down at his hands nailed to the table, and looked up and down again, repeating the same thing over and over again as if he couldn't react.
He threw his brother away and pulled out the dagger in his right hand with a wail.
"No, you can't do this to my ex-girlfriend, damn it! This is me..."
He just raised his palm and looked at the wound on it. He paused and then turned to the bartender and asked:
"Excuse me, where is the toilet here? I have some personal matters that need to be taken care of urgently."
"What?" The bartender's hideous smile froze on his face, and he looked at Deadpool with an expression of disbelief while holding the shotgun.
"Don't look at him like that, he'll be shy." Charlotte filled her beer cup. "If you want, invite Wade. I guess he won't mind going with you."
"Fuck!" Deadpool yelled, staring at the rapidly healing wound on his palm.
"It seems it's too late!"
The scene of Deadpool's hand healing was also seen by the surrounding customers, and one of them shouted:
"Monsters! They are also that kind of monsters! They are the kind of demons possessed by evil!"
"Devil?" Charlotte quickly finished the beer in the glass and looked around in surprise, looking for the person who spoke.
"My cross-dressing Satan! How did my identity get exposed?"
"Are you mutants?" The bartender pointed the gun at Deadpool's head again:
"Get out of here - you two freaks, mutants are not welcome in my bar!!"
