Chapter 339 Kill a purple potato spirit!

Pay back the money!

This reason for looking for someone not only confused Deadpool, but also shocked the SHIELD agents. They made such a big fuss just to collect debts?

"Woo woo woo..." Deadpool's mouth was still stuffed and he couldn't speak at all. Eric pulled off the mask and Deadpool spit wildly.

"Puh puh puh! This mask stinks. Damn it, I remember I just washed it two months ago and poured two bottles of Chanel into it." Deadpool covered his throat and rolled his eyes as if he was poisoned.

Eric raised his other hand and hit him hard on the forehead, "Pay back the money!"

"Hey, man, when did I owe you money? We just met!" Deadpool covered his waist pocket, "I definitely don't have any money in my pocket, definitely not $25 and 20 cents, don't even think about touching my wallet."

Eric grinned, pried open his hand, and forcibly tore his pocket, and a pile of coins fell out. Eric's face changed, and the coin automatically jumped into his palm.

"Not this!" Eric's face was ferocious, and he closed his palm hard, and the coin was immediately squeezed into a ball of scrap metal by him, and thrown it on the ground casually.

"Oh, God, my money!" Deadpool struggled to escape from Eric's clutches, and Eric let him go. He immediately knelt on the ground, hugging the scrap metal and crying bitterly.

The SHIELD agents were dumbfounded and looked up at the sky in silence, fearing that Deadpool's extraordinary behavior would anger this mysterious strong man.

Eric was not angry, but laughed heartily, shaking the plane.

"Hey, hey, hey! Stop it, God, your laugh is worse than Voldemort's, why doesn't Gandalf come to find you? Didn't you steal the ring of My Little Pony?" Deadpool turned the scrap metal around, covered his head with both hands and talked nonsense, then moved his hands to his ears, "Strange, why are my ears here?"

"You, get out!" Eric stopped laughing, pointed at the door, and glared at Coulson. Coulson shrugged and retreated with the SHIELD agents, but all the surveillance switched to this room.

How could Eric not know this, but he pretended to be ignorant. He looked around for a long time, nodded with satisfaction, and pulled Deadpool up, "You have received ten gold bars from me!"

"Hey, buddy, don't talk nonsense. We haven't met. How could I accept your gold bars? It's the 21st century now. How could anyone still use gold bars to trade? We all use US dollars! Wait..." As he was talking, Deadpool was suddenly stunned and remembered something, "I seem to have received gold bars once, but that time was..."

"It's me!" Eric pulled Deadpool's collar and roared at him, shattering several surveillance cameras.

"You are..." Deadpool's avocado-like face was full of disbelief.

"Shut up! It's me!" Eric roared again, interrupting Deadpool's words.

Deadpool immediately understood his intention, stopped mentioning his name, and raised his hands, "Okay, okay, I have received your gold bars, and the mission has not been completed. Brother, you are so rich, do you still care about such a small amount of gold bars? But then again, I am a reputable mercenary. If you insist, I will return it to you, but can you give me a few days' grace? The little assets I have left have been crushed into scrap metal by you. I don't even have money for lunch, woo woo..."

"In a few days, there will be?" Eric pretended to believe Deadpool, making Coulson and other agents cover their faces. They believed such nonsense. Isn't this Savage King too naive?

Deadpool nodded hurriedly, "Of course, of course, someone has offered a high price for my head. When I sell my head, I will have money to buy gold bars and return it to you."

Eric stared at Deadpool's head up and down, which made Deadpool shudder, "Hey! It's another me, not this one."

Eric nodded in a daze, then put his arm around Deadpool's shoulders, and punched the void in front of him with his other hand. The space was shattered, revealing a black hole. Eric reached in, grabbed a large piece of barbecue and gave it to Deadpool, grinning, "Eat!"

Deadpool's nose moved slightly, and he swallowed exaggeratedly, "Dude, you are such a good person, I won't bother you with my lunch money!"

After that, Deadpool grabbed the barbecue and ate it crazily, and Eric smiled happily on the side.

Deadpool's special physique made him not worry about poisons at all. Even if he drank a whole pot of toilet cleaner and jumped off a skyscraper, it would only make him lie down for a while. In his dictionary, the word "poison" does not exist at all.

This piece of barbecue is indeed not poisonous, but Eric added something else to it, star-eating bees.

These star-eating bees were compressed by him with a unified position, becoming even smaller, hiding in the muscle fibers of the barbecue, and Deadpool could not detect them at all.

After Deadpool ate up all the barbecue, Eric showed a satisfied smile. The star-eating bees had been embedded in Deadpool's bones, but he didn't notice it, following him like a bone ulcer.

"You, friend!" Eric patted Deadpool's chest and hugged him enthusiastically, but Deadpool looked disgusted, "Brother, can you let me go? I am only interested in beautiful women with protruding front and back. Of course, if you are not beautiful, it is not unacceptable, but you are too strong! I think my length may not be enough."

Eric pretended to be confused on the surface, but in his heart he even wanted to kill him. The length is not enough? Why should I use your length? Can't I use mine? Ugh! What a bullshit length, is there anyone who talks like that?

However, one of the main purposes of this trip has been achieved.

After close contact with Deadpool, Eric finally confirmed one thing, the goddess of death has noticed him!

As we all know, Deadpool is the favorite of the goddess of death, but when did the goddess of death notice Deadpool? Almost no one knows this. Eric used to think that the goddess of death noticed Deadpool after Deadpool came into contact with Thanos, but the feeling just now at close range made him overturn this view.

There is already a trace of the goddess of death on Deadpool. Eric has come into contact with the goddess of death before. It is a kind of regular existence with an indescribable but impressive unique breath. He can't forget it!

However, Deadpool has not yet come into contact with Thanos, so Eric's plan is only half completed. He rolled his eyes and smiled, "Friend, there is a business, do you want to take it?"

"What for? Are you still looking for someone? God, please don't let me find someone again."

Eric shook his head and showed his white teeth, "Kill someone!"

"That's good, tell me first, how much money do you want to give me?" Deadpool patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll help you heal your face." Eric pointed at Deadpool's avocado face.

"Really?" Deadpool glared, "Tell me quickly, who to kill?"

"Kill a purple potato spirit!"