Chapter 310 I, the Mutant
[I have insomnia, a cold, and a fever. I'll just write this for now, and you guys can just read it.]
"Mutants? It seems that we can confirm that this is the world of X-Men."
Charlotte turned a blind eye to the abnormal reactions of the people around him. He just looked at the bartender who had the most intense reaction. This guy did not hide his discrimination at all.
It is normal for people to know about the existence of mutants at this time, because mutants were very active during World War II, and were hidden again after World War II and disappeared.
It was not until later that Magneto and Professor X started to stir up trouble and created a series of grand scenes in the information-developed future that the mutants were completely exposed to the public's attention.
Of course, in this underdeveloped era, ordinary people only regard mutants as aliens, as monsters full of disasters. The abilities of most mutants are not strong enough to be frightening, so many mutants die from human persecution.
This kind of tit-for-tat seems to be the inherent hostility between humans and mutants.
"Mutants? Peter~
I'm only half a mutant, you know, and they bound my hands and feet, stripped me of my clothes, gagged me, and tied me to a cold bed while I was awake.
Afterwards, they forcefully injected half of Wolverine's genes into my body, causing me to vomit and feel nauseous for more than ten months, and toss and turn in restless sleep.
At that time, I had Wolverine's metal skeleton in my belly, the exact same metal skeleton.
Although I am exactly like Logan now, and even his genes still remain in my body, I am not kidding to say that I was forced.
Peter, you must remember that I will always love only you. "
Charlotte, who had gotten used to Deadpool, rolled his eyes and said:
"Wade, you also have to remember that I actually love Wolverine more than you do.
His puppy paws are so cute.
Also, why didn't those bastards sew your mouth shut when they were doing the experiment, or just wipe your memory and turn you into an idiot.
Oh no, you are already an idiot, clearing your mind will make you more normal.
You should try being friends with Black Bolt and see how long he can stand it before deciding to destroy the world."
"Don't be like this, dear~
I know you have always been jealous of my social skills, my handsome face, my title of goddess harvester, and I also have been thinking about my sexiest butt in Canada.
It’s really bouncy when you shoot it.”
As they drank, the two of them were evenly matched in their words, neither listening for a moment.
“I’m going to throw some ashes in your eyes!
If Logan knew that his genes would appear in your body, he would definitely regret coming into this world. Oh my God, is there anything more disgusting than this?
I think this is the most horrific revenge in the Marvel Universe.
Inject your enemies' genes into Deadpool.
This is truly horrible, far more terrifying than any cruel punishment!"
"Have you guys talked enough?!" The bartender holding the shotgun blushed.
Holding sharp weapons, the two men turned a blind eye to his trolling and just sat in their seats chatting animatedly.
This made the bartender feel unprecedentedly provoked.
Damn it! How dare you...
The bartender was cursing wildly in his heart, wishing he could pull the trigger and blow off Deadpool's head.
However, his fear of mutants and the fearless attitude of the two men still made his index finger on the trigger tremble, and he dared not press it at all.
"Shut up, sissy! A suckling buffalo is more manly than you. If you keep arguing, I'll stick this gun into your vagina, pull the trigger, and let the bullet shoot out of your vagina."
"Get lost, you faggot! Even cheap fat sows are cuter than you. Your disgusting body odor is making me sick. You should stay in the damn pigsty and pamper your equally stinky peers."
Charlotte and Deadpool spoke at the same time, and the obscene words in their mouths made the bartender's face turn red instantly, and he gritted his teeth in hatred.
TMD this is my pub!
How dare you do this!!!
I just pulled the trigger, what can you do to me?
What can you do to me if I don't serve you beer?
I just endured it today, what can you do to me? !
Since you don't leave, then I'll leave!
The bartender holding the shotgun quietly took a step back. His little action did not attract anyone's attention. A person retreated silently like a fat rat, waiting for an opportunity to escape.
"Wade, do you know where your beloved friend, brother and sister Wolverine is now on the battlefield?"
"Peter, I've already told you that I'm not that familiar with Wolverine. At most, I memorized his measurements and his home address and phone number from each period. Don't treat me like an ordinary pervert. I will never admit that I have a folder full of his photos on my computer.
If you ask me, I can only tell you that he is with the kitten sabertooth tiger now, and I have no other words to say.
It would be better to go to Professor X or Magneto than to go to them."
Charlotte shook her head. "Don't be funny. They are probably only four or five years old at this time. What's the point of looking for them?"
"Four or five years old?" Deadpool's eyes lit up. "That's perfect. We can develop him from a young age."
Deadpool's perversion has reached a level that even Charlotte finds it perverted.
Every time Charlotte thought he had touched Deadpool's moral bottom line, Deadpool could prove that his bottom line was even lower than you thought.
"Yes, Wade, you are right."
Fortunately, my, Charlotte’s, moral bottom line is not very high.
The answer is that he was affected by the riots and was led astray by the beast Deadpool.
The two hit it off.
"But...where are our two children, Magneto and Professor X?" Deadpool thought with a frown while drinking someone else's beer.
"Oh my God." Charlotte exclaimed with a smile, "Magneto and Professor X have two male mothers, this is so true.
If I remember correctly, Magneto is a Jewish man who lost his mother in a concentration camp. He is obsessed with revenge for his mother and his dream is to make the discriminated mutants great again.
Mutant lives are lives too!
God, all of America will forgive him."
Covering his red face, the drunken Deadpool saw the bartender running away, and flipped into the bar with his butt sticking up. While selecting the most expensive wine for the two of them, he said:
"No! Peter! You're wrong. The politics of this period were not so correct, but the whole world smelled like a fat woman doing hot yoga.
Look at the way they look at us, to them we are just a bunch of freaks, freaks that are far dirtier and more evil than black people.
If they are given the chance, they will kill us without hesitation.
The most comforting thing is to see them trying to kill us but unable to do so.
Ahahahahahahaha..."
Deadpool's hands are very nasty, but of course not as nasty as his mouth. He picked the drinks while mumbling, and smashed the wine he didn't like on the ground.
After the bartender fled, only a few customers were left.
Finally, Deadpool chose a bottle of Macallan Westin, unscrewed the cork, took a deep sip of the fragrant wine, and enthusiastically poured it for the two of them, not forgetting to add ice cubes.
Taking a sip of the cold drink in the glass, Charlotte curled her lips.
This thing is not as delicious as I imagined, and the feeling of being discriminated against is not as painful and hard to swallow as I imagined.
In other words, Charlotte doesn't care about the opinions and recognition of these people in this world.
On the contrary, Charlotte discriminates against everyone in this world equally.
"Like you said, Wade, I smell that stench, too. It's like two homeless people soaking in stinky boots filled with urine. I'm about to faint from the stench. You'd better find a way to get us out of here as soon as possible instead of planning to find Wolverine to explore your sexual p."
"Don't do that, Peter!" Deadpool, who was drinking from the bottle of vodka, threw the half bottle of vodka aside and said:
"You're so mean, and Wolverine of this era wouldn't like me~
Well, no Wolverine in any era likes me."
Drinking his wine, Deadpool stood up and searched around for a while, then picked up the samurai sword on the ground and said:
"Fortunately, I have this Wolverine to accompany me all the time."
