Chapter 2139: good neighbour

At the entrance of the subway station, there is a temporary shelter made up of wreckage of buildings and waste cars. It took a few turns down the stairs to be considered to be on the platform. Many people who escaped were shivering and dirty with blankets or clothes. The tears on Xixi's face were still clearly visible.

Some were crying quietly, some were in a daze, some were kneeling and praying, but more people just hugged their friends and said comforting words to each other.

One of the better things about Manhattan Center is that there are basically no residential areas here. As a colony of large companies and merchants, the rescued people are mainly office workers, and there are no such problems as the elderly and children.

The power supply system of the New York subway is an independent network, so there is still white light in the underground lobby at this time, and it is even more gloomy.

The National Guard is stationed here. It was originally a second-line force. Don't expect them to have any good exchanges with aliens. At this time, almost everyone is dying.

However, the military can be regarded as smart. Although there are many insects, the entrance to places like subway stations is so big. Blocking most of the gaps with bunkers and putting heavy firepower on it will definitely be able to sustain some time.

People who enter the subway network can quickly transport to the outskirts of the city through the subway, or simply move to other places on foot. Now those people are waiting for the subway to be transferred, and they have not yet come.

Insects have an advantage in the air, but when they go underground, where space is limited, their mobility will be greatly reduced. It is considered that humans have reluctantly created a little advantage for themselves.

Coleson handed over the civilians to the military, and at the same time replenished some weapons and ammunition from there. The key is that his small pistol was too weak. Now he changed to an M16 with a grenade launcher. Shoulders.

Hearing Deadpool calling him, he came over with a smile, after all, he knew this was the death knell's cousin, and his brain seemed abnormal.

"Hello, Mr. Deadpool, I heard you say you want to make a deal with me?"

Wade scratched his chin, and the agent smiled too steadily, always feeling bad.

But thinking of the blood and blood of his handsome face, he could cooperate with anyone. First, he fart, shook a few comfortably, and said, "Yeah, I want you S.H.I.E.L.D. to check one for me. People, in exchange, I am covering you today."

"It's okay to check people, but I don't know who you are talking about?" The bald brother walked over and pushed the gold glasses on the bridge of his nose with his middle finger.

The crossbones with a face full of flesh stood behind his leader, looking at Deadpool with a look of ‘I’m very dick’.

"A bad guy, he got me to do an experiment. As a result, I had a medical accident and illegally reformed me. I went to the court to sue him, but the judge said he would not accept it. I can only get justice for myself!"

As he said, he wanted to lift his face mask, but suddenly remembered what his cousin said, telling him not to show his face in front of others, so he put his hand down again.

Hitwell nodded, and glanced at Coleson who was still thinking: "Is that right? Would you like to leave me the contact information, I found out and let you know?"

Before the bald head saw Deadpool's massive killing of all quarters, as well as the super ability that was beaten up to heal at a high speed, he had a small plan in his mind.

Anyway, it is a mercenary. Hydra has money. As long as he avenges him, and then use the money to smash him, wouldn't such a fierce man be used by me?

As for some mental problems, it doesn't matter, there is more mental illness in Hydra.

Who knows that Deadpool shook his head repeatedly and stretched out a finger to shake: "No, my cousin said that only Nick Fury’s intelligence network can help me in this matter. You don’t count it, I just need you to pass it. Messages."

"Nick Fury?" Peter on the side heard the name, and instantly understood what, under the face mask like a bag of flour, those innocent eyes suddenly opened.

Is there really that person? These people in black uniforms really come from some secret government department!

At this moment, Coleson, who was silent before, took out the walkie-talkie from his pocket, put it in front of him and pressed: "Chief, have you heard it all?"

"Let me talk to him." Ferry's voice came from the speaker.

When Deadpool called Coleson, in view of his relationship with Death Knell, the hair loss agent secretly opened the communicator with his hand in the suit, allowing Fury to hear the full communication between the two parties over there.

Coleson handed the satellite walkie-talkie to Deadpool very politely, and the latter grabbed it very politely and went to the side to call.

"Hello? Is it that old friend of Captain America? I am Deadpool."

"......it's me."

Ferry, who is still arranging the operations of his subordinate agents, has no expression. The Sky Mothership is still in a state of invisibility and suspended on the outskirts of New York City. Facing the overwhelming alien bugs, he did not choose to expose himself, but just let people speed up the analysis of the weaknesses of the Annihilation .

At the same time, I have to deal with the guys of the International Security Council. They were strongly recommending to drop nuclear bombs into the maelstrom in the sky not long ago, but they were all sent back by Fury.

Every spy team's actions, every superhero's movement, the evacuation direction of civilians, and all kinds of things need to be paid attention to by him. It is already busy enough. How can there be kung fu and Deadpool on the issue of title?

The dead waiter in the subway station walked back and forth while looking up at the ceiling, staring at a piece of water seepage. He felt that the stain was a bit like a beautiful woman's head, so his speech became a lot softer:

"I want to kill a Canadian named Francis. What kind of agent should he be? An agent like yours. He can be broken or broken. He has ruined my tolerance. He is still hiding now and not let me kill him. , My cousin said you can help me."

"Did the death knell say it? Yes, I promise your terms, but I need you to ensure that my people are unscathed in their actions today." Fury was very straightforward and hung up the communication after speaking and threw the walkie-talkie to Maria Hill, standing aside ~www.NovelMTL.com~, ordered: "Seal all the nuclear bombs on the mothership and start a second review of the pilots. I always feel that something is wrong before."

The Deadpool on the other side also took the walkie-talkie to feed several times. It was determined that the marinated egg hung up and was not annoyed. Instead, he returned to Coulson happily and returned the walkie-talkie to the agent.

"Cousin is right, it's very simple to negotiate terms."

Coleson also smiled and shook hands with Deadpool. Even the **** paws could hold them and shake them again and again: "Thank you for joining, since the director has reached an agreement with you, then we will continue to act. Now the team leader should rescue another group of people. We will find the team leader and then **** the people here."

This can be regarded as a stupid way, but in today's situation, the roads are blocked by damaged vehicles, and the air is full of flying insects, so people can only be escorted in batches like this.

Deadpool’s professionalism is still there. He nodded altogether, took out an M60 paratrooper machine gun from his trouser pocket, and loaded the chain on it: “Then let’s go, I will finish work earlier and I will rest earlier. Tonight, it’s a lot. Cake night."

Peter on the side saw that Deadpool and the agents were about to leave, and hurriedly chased him up: "Wait for me, I will also help."

Coulson is always willing to come to free labor. Anyway, this strange group of masked volunteers has proved their combat effectiveness and is very useful.

"Thank you for your kind help, this..."

Peter patted his chest, and a crooked black bug was sewn on the chest of that cheap autumn clothes with thin plastic leather, but this did not affect his aura:

"I am Spider-Man, a good neighbor of New York residents."

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