Chapter 1238: ? Old friends' communication methods

The imitation master turned and left, as always, he wanted to leave the rancid and moldy mercenary behind him.

It wasn't because they had a bad relationship, on the contrary, it was because he knew Wade too well, and he was even the only person in the entire world who could hear the voice of Deadpool's head.

He could hear cancer cells corrupting Wade’s brain, and he could hear unknown existence whispering to Deadpool, and even for a while, he could hear those audiences that others thought did not exist, but Deadpool thought existed. How to give Wade all kinds of bad ideas.

During that time, it was called a hangover.

In the eyes of current imitation masters, Wade is just another few days every month, as if suddenly falling ill or suddenly becoming normal, there are always some strange suggestions.

The imitation master wants to make money, that's right, but it's not money from this abnormal state of Deadpool.

Each mercenary is different, and he chooses to steal.

"You don't agree to me, then only one of us can leave here alive today." Wade suddenly jumped up behind him, holding two double knives in his hands above his head, and launched a sudden attack on Anthony: "I miss me Won't die, then..."

The double knives carried two wisps of cold light. The carbon-sodium steel was still sharp even if it swung around in the belly of the chicken bull monster. The almost inaudible wind sound when the weapon was swung was covered by the strange scream of Deadpool himself, and this reminded Anthony quickly defended.

Anthony instantly pulled out the giant sword behind him, fending off Wade's jump, and the three weapons slammed together and sparks splashed, illuminating the faces of the two in the night.

The wind in New York at night is always a bit noisy. Those who died in the snap of their fingers gained a second life. At this time in New York, people are celebrating the resurrection. The breeze smells of alcohol and vomit.

"Sure enough, crazy again."

Anthony sighed and pushed Deadpool out with his arm force. He was a reformer after all. In terms of strength, Deadpool was so much worse than him.

"No, I can't find anyone to help me, you have to help, or you will die for me to see." Deadpool was flying out of the roof, unloading his strength in a lazy donkey on the roof of the building: "You It's my good friend, don't force me."

Anthony under the skull mask didn't know what his expression was. He seemed to be stunned: "According to the normal situation, shouldn't I not agree, you should die for me to see?"

"That's right, I mean you die for me now." Wade tilted his head, he didn't think anything was wrong.

Anthony raised his hand and swayed: "No, let's stroke it. If I want you to do something for me, if you don't agree, I can threaten to say,'If you don't agree, I will die for you to see' , That's right..."

"Yeah, now it's you who are going to die." The white eyes on the Deadpool mask blinked, and he said nothing wrong.

"@#!%@#!"

Anthony spit out a mouthful of fragrance and took out the Uzi submachine gun to shoot at Deadpool. He shouldn't play with Deadpool, he should see the truth under his hands.

And Deadpool also took out two guns, and Anthony used the ventilation openings on the rooftop as a cover, fiercely shooting at each other.

The sound of gunshots echoed in the night sky, and the fiery trajectory passed over the two people's heads.

The imitation master wore heavy armor all over his body, and the bullets were not threatening to him. Except for the clanging noise, it would not cause any damage.

And Wade probably got dozens of shots, but he couldn't die, it just hurt.

"Do you think that I can't imitate your fighting skills, so you have to take me?" The master imitator changed into a magazine and continued to shoot.

Wade was bloody, but his tone was still relaxed: "Yes, that's it, you never want to master my "Deadpool" martial arts."

Anthony rolled his eyes: "Deadpool is a martial arts...You TM are like an ancient Celtic, and whoever imitates you is sick!"

"Yeah, I'm sick, do you have medicine?" Deadpool frantically pulled the trigger and watched sparks fluttering on the master's armor: "Anyway, you can't beat me, just let me go!"

"But as long as I imitate your cousin's fighting skills, I can spend a whole day with you. Who wins and who loses may be!" The 40K imitator has an advantage over other parallel worlds, that is, he is from the death knell. Learned a lot of tricks to deal with Deadpool.

Although it may not be able to win, but at least it is no longer messed up by crazy dogs.

Wade laughed. If his cousin's fighting skills are so easy to imitate, he will not be a death knell. Anthony has learned a fur and dare to speak up without learning the essence.

The cousin has strangling, and when he fights him, he seems to be fighting a dozen Hulks at the same time. Who can learn this?

"Then try it." Wade put away the guns and jumped out vigorously.

"Come on!" Anthony also turned out of the bunker.

After the long-range attacks were ineffective, the two once again used cold weapons to fight together.

After fighting for more than three minutes, the weapon hit hundreds of times, and no one had the upper hand, imitating what the master learned from the death knell...it seemed quite useful.

"Fak squid, can't you go find the cable?" Anthony waved his great sword, trying to split Deadpool in half: "Don't he like children?"

Wade stooped and avoided in the posture of an iron bridge, as if performing a Maori drill pipe dance, and then he tried to sneak a chrysanthemum that imitated the master with a dagger between his toes:

"Yes, but he likes children so much, I suspect he is an X fetish, my daughter can't get that kind of perverted hands!"

Anthony’s metal boots smashed Wade’s foot, and the dagger naturally slipped from between the toes, and he cursed badly: “But that’s just your imagination! You can’t tell the difference between reality and subjective perspective. Huh?"

"Don't ask me, my life now is a nightmare come true!"

Wade pulled the foot that was stepped on as thin as a piece of paper from the sole of his shoe, and at the same time took out a grenade from his pocket and directly pinched it in his hand to draw the string.

"Fuck!"

The imitation master quickly avoided. Although the shrapnel is not a problem, such a close-range grenade explosion may make him lose his hearing for a short time, and his armor does not have the ability to absorb shock. Once he is in a trance, he is really not a deadpool opponent who can heal himself at high speed. .

Deadpool's self-healing speed is either very slow or very fast. It is reasonable for anything to happen to him.

"boom!!!"

The grenade exploded, but instead of exploding and flying shrapnel, what followed was a burst of bright light.

Wade wandered on the spot as if he was drunk. The bright light made his cerebellum lose its balance, and now he couldn't stand still.

"Fak, I made a mistake again, how come I took out the flash bomb my cousin gave me, dying..."

The mercenary with the giant sword came over. His skull helmet contained a full set of electronic equipment for defensive flash bombs. Wade flashed the flash bombs to himself, but did not flash him.

He raised the weapon in his hand and slashed it with a sword.

"Elegant Butterfly!!! Ah!!!"

There was a scream in the night sky, and then everything was calm.

...............

"You have changed, Anton, you don't love me anymore."

Wade's head said so, his body was several meters away.

The previous gunfight between the two might have caused some trouble, so after cutting off Wade's head, the imitation master came to a safe house of his own with the separated Deadpool, intending to have a good talk.

Deadpool without a body can communicate better, at least not suddenly attacking from behind.

It was just the head that was placed on the table, and his face was abandoned at this time, and his tone was very resentful.

Anthony took off his helmet and was drinking with a bottle of energy drink at this time. He was already used to Wade's beautiful face, and even if he watched his indescribable face, he still ate and drank calmly.

He listened to Wade's experience, and was thinking about ways at this time. He didn't seem to see Wade's grievances at all.

"You mean, the death knell reminds you that you have a daughter and told you she is going to be an orphan?"

"Yes, it was said by my dark, cruel and unkind cousin." Wade's eyes nodded, after all, his head couldn't move on the table.

Anthony frowned and put the drink with green paws on his mouth, but he didn't drink it down for a long time. He was silent for a long time in the faint sound of the ventilation fan.

"What is his purpose?"

"Huh?" Wade was confused, he didn't quite understand what Anthony was asking.

"The death knell never has a reason to do things. He tells you this news. He has grasped your character weakness and expected that you will go to that girl. Then he can take the opportunity to do something with you. Think about it again. Look, what was he going to do?"

Anthony always feels ghosts, because the name Death Knell is a big mountain for everyone.

Wade's eyes slowly turned in circles in his eye sockets, he was thinking, isn't his cousin just to torture himself for fun? But I didn't even think about robbing the strangled things to eat, why did my cousin want to spread himself?

"It was 1980. We were playing'Tomb Raider' in the Barbaric Continent. My cousin wanted to find a spider totem, but we met the Supreme Chicken and Cow Castle..." Wade looked at The dark ceiling recalled that everything seemed normal.

The imitation master took down the hand holding the forehead and swayed in the air to signal a pause:

"What's the mess, be sober, think about it again, you must have been touched by him inadvertently."

"Hurry up and put my head back, I won't fight you! Hurry up, this is related to my chastity."

Wade was excited, he seemed to think of something.

The imitation master shrugged, walked over to pick up Wade's head, assembled it on the neck of the headless corpse, and healed instantly, and Deadpool jumped up.

Wade reached out and touched his PP for the first time. Thanks to Anthony for reminding him, otherwise he couldn't remember. After knocking out his head, he lost consciousness for a while. At that time, cousin didn't do anything to his chrysanthemum, right?

Fortunately, after careful inspection of his "two-finger caving", everything was normal, the elasticity was okay, and the amount of bleeding did not change, so he was relieved.

After all, as a rectal cancer patient, blood in the stool is also common.

But this is weird. What did the cousin take away from him? Wade lowered his head and pinched his chin, thinking hard, but he still couldn't think of it.

"Did you bring back all the things you brought to the Barbarian Continent? Or is it something that originally belonged to you but temporarily exists in the Barbarian Continent?" The Master Imitation asked another question.

"Double Knife~www.NovelMTL.com~ brought back...Double guns, schoolbags, wallets, little yellow ducks, Marilyn Monroe wigs...all there."

Wade lowered his head and turned over his bag, and brought back all the things he took, and...

"Fak! My Xiaoqiang Village! My cousin has taken possession of my toys, which must be the case!"

He finally remembered. If there is anything in the Wild Continent that belonged to Deadpool before but now belongs to the death knell, it is that village.

The people inside believed in the **** of **** before, and later because of the benefits of Deadpool, those guys converted to the **** of immortality, which shows how unsteady the faith is.

It must be too late to think about it now, those people should have converted to the Supreme Master, right? Ugh......

The imitation master launched the tactics to lean back and leaned gently on the sofa. The faint light made his white figure look hazy:

"So, it seems that your so-called Xiaoqiang Village was taken away by the death knell more than 20 years ago and became the most holy place in the Antarctic today.