Chapter 322 Dressing up

Compared to Charles' "magic", Deadpool's performance is more shocking.

After all, what Deadpool was holding was not a plastic model, but a dead head that could open its mouth and speak. The blood flowing from the head splashed all over the conference table, and even Deadpool's neck was splashing blood towards Charlotte.

"my God!"

Charles, sitting on the chair, lost all his composure. He couldn't help but dry heave and almost vomited out his lunch.

Riven, who turned her face away, was not much better.

This transformation is like suddenly mixing a few R-rated blood-thirsty scenes into the original superhero movie. Not only does the style not match the original, but it also backfires on the original author, causing great harm to Charles and Raven, who have never faced such a scene before.

"Damn it! Take it away, take it away quickly!" William was also anxious, frightened and angry, his face flushed.

He took a few steps back to get further away from Deadpool's head.

Compared to Charles's mind-reading ability, which is still understandable, Deadpool's beheading technique is more shocking.

Of course, the disgusting ones are also deeply rooted in people's minds.

Therefore, when the CIA people looked at Charles, it was as if they were looking at a pervert.

Charles knew what everyone was thinking, but his face was stiff and he was unable to argue.

Anyway, he did bring Deadpool.

"Wade, put your head back quickly, you're scaring them." Charles, who had calmed down, turned pale. He sighed and said helplessly.

Originally, he brought Deadpool and Charlotte here to intimidate the CIA people, but now he doesn't know whether his choice was a mistake.

Dang clang——

The deformed bullet squeezed out from between Deadpool's eyebrows, stained with unknown liquid and fell on the table in front of Director William.

Deadpool smiled evilly, drew his sword, retracted his head, put it back on his head, turned it three times like tightening a screw, and then resumed use.

This scene was very abnormal in the eyes of everyone. Even William, the experienced CIA director, turned pale, his hands and feet trembled, and his legs went weak and he fell back into the chair.

He thought he was mentally strong enough, but Deadpool still managed to challenge his limits.

Magic? No one would think Deadpool was performing magic.

But Charlotte was thinking about another question.

"Wade, aren't your bones also made of Mandela alloy? How come you can chop off your own head so easily?"

Deadpool looked at Charlotte strangely and said:

"Haven't you seen the movie? Have you forgotten? My head was cut off by that bastard Logan, and it has never grown back since then."

William's fingers trembled, and he pointed at the people present and said with gritted teeth:

"Get them out of here. Don't let them back in until I come up with a plan to deal with them!"

After one encounter, William was scared out of his wits, not because of the terrifying and ugly Deadpool, but because Charles proved that what he said was true. There really are mutants with super powers in this world, and they are not just a minority or two, but a huge group.

The existence of this ethnic group threatens the security of the entire country, the power in the hands of politicians, and the rule of the White House.

This matter must be reported immediately!

Bob, the operations director who had been sitting at the back, stood up and smiled at Charles in a friendly manner.

"Maura is my person, so leave the trouble she brings to me. My office happens to be not here."

Director William looked at Bob without comment and said nothing. He glanced at the blood on the table with disgust, stood up and walked out. He didn't want to stay in this meeting room for even a second.

Maura followed closely, she wanted to persuade Director William again and try to make him change his mind.

After everyone left, Bob, who had been smiling sweetly, licked his lips, rubbed his palms, and walked towards Charles with a smile.

Bob is a chubby little man with a festive look. He wears a black book suit, has thinning hair, and has dark circles under his eyes caused by kidney deficiency.

He kept looking Charles up and down with his lustful eyes, smacking his lips from time to time, and circling around Charles who stood up, with an expression as if he wanted to twist Charles' hips.

Then, Bob bounced his fingers in the air twice, and rubbed his palms on Charles' shoulders in a stroking manner, which made Raven's pretty face wrinkled like an orange.

"Charles, did I ever call you that? I've always known about your existence, but those idiots in the bureau made a fool of me, and today you proved me right.

By the way, are you interested in working in our CIA Operations Department? I have put you in the same department as Mora, and I believe you are very suitable for the position here."

"No, Mr. Bob." Charles did not resist Bob's behavior because he saw from Bob's thinking that Bob was just appreciating him.

"Ah~" Bob shook his head regretfully.

"It's so difficult to find a suitable employee these days, and you have to be careful of the KGB that is everywhere."

Bob squeezed Charles' shoulder reluctantly, with an obsessed expression. From his look, you could tell that he really liked Charles.

Riven bared her teeth and watched the scene with disgust. She always felt that her brother was more and more likely to become her sister, and by then, there would be no hope for the two of them.

While Bob was still lingering on Charles, a gloved hand stretched out from behind him, slid all the way down to his chest and covered his heart, startling Bob.

Deadpool's head popped out from behind him and whispered in Bob's ear:

"Bob, do you think I look like a qualified agent?"

"You——" Bob shook his shoulders, shook off Deadpool's hand, took two steps forward, turned his head and stared at Deadpool's perverted face, smiled stiffly and said:

"You can still be saved. First, you need to undergo full body plastic surgery to make yourself more handsome than Clint Eastwood. Then, you can put on a slim-fitting Buck suit and a golden wig. Then, you can probably start as a lowly clerk."

"What a joke!" Deadpool said dissatisfiedly: "Does appearance need to be considered when being an agent? Isn't it enough to be able to fight?"

"Sorry, not looking at appearance is just a fiction in science fiction. Look at the CIA agents you've seen since you came to the bureau. None of them are ugly."

"Damn it!" Deadpool cursed, turned his head and looked at the empty place and said, "In this kind of world, the agents are really all handsome men and beautiful women."

Charles exhaled and said, "Wade, why don't you do a temporary job for the CIA first? Agent Marktag will take us to hunt down the Black Emperor Sebastian Shaw next. We need to leave quickly, otherwise Shaw will definitely slip away."

Charles said, glancing at Charlotte.

Charlotte's previous words echoed in my mind.

Perhaps if Xiao is dealt with, these two people can leave.

"What, what did you say?" Bob was stunned and said, "But Maura just went out with Levin."

Raven smiled and continued, "You don't think Charles only has the ability to read minds, do you? He can also communicate with people through telepathy. This is a routine operation."

"Wow~" Bob opened his mouth in surprise. He became more and more satisfied with Charles. He was really a good material for being a spy.

Charles turned to Charlotte and Deadpool and said:

"Agent Marktag just told me that she has found a lot of information related to the Black Emperor Sebastian Shaw. I think we will be able to meet Shaw soon."

"That's really good." Charlotte blinked. He was thinking not of Xiao, but of another person.

That’s right, he is Magneto Erik Magnus Lansherr, who has a grudge against the Black Emperor. After finding Shaw, he will most likely meet him. Should he kill Erik directly at that time, or wait until Wolverine gathers together and then kill them one by one?

With this thought in mind, Charlotte turned her head and looked at Deadpool and raised her eyebrows.

'Wade, what do you think?'

'The girl's skirt was really short, revealing her long white legs, but I think her skirt could be even shorter, and it would be even better with black stockings and red sexy high-energy shoes.

By the way, I hope those two old men were dressed like this too.'