Chapter 2486: Rental encounter
"Man, you came to New York to mix, don't you know me?" Wade pointed to his face mask, and then pulled on his upper body uniform to show the color scheme: "Look carefully at my dress, come, tell me what you are talking about That name, tell me aloud, who am I? There will be prizes for correct answers!"
The lights on the roadside at midnight flashed across the driver's face. He focused on driving, glanced at the red and what color uniforms, and suddenly realized:
"Spider-Man! You are Spider-Man, aren't you? Haha, superhero, the kind that can fly around in a swish!"
Deadpool's head tilted to the side, and the outline of the smile under the mask disappeared. Is his uniform like Spider-Man?
Although everyone is a good friend, but he obviously made his debut earlier, is more handsome and more deterrent, what does the little virgin Peter compare with himself?
He adjusted his seat belt and leaned his back on the door so that his upper body could face the driver:
"Friend, what is your name?"
"Du Pont, Mr. Spider-Man." The driver smiled and changed gears. He had already thrown off the Terminator behind him, and he could drive slower, or he would be fined if he was caught in a speeding video.
In the urban area, you can drive to 120 miles. Well, as long as it is fast enough, the surveillance will not be able to capture you clearly.
"Du Pont, the name is good, but you probably don't have much research on New York, and the immigration strategy hasn't been done well." Wade pointed to his face, his small white eyes were wide open: "I am Deadpool , Not Batman, nor Spiderman, I am a mercenary, a super anti-hero."
"Oh, Mr. DP, I remember, is it very American to call you like this?"
Smiling Du Pengde turned on the turn signal, drifted around the corner, did not take Deadpool seriously, it seemed that he had never heard of it.
"...Didn't you hear clearly? I'm a mercenary, an anti-hero, and the kind that killed a lot of people." Deadpool was disappointed by the driver's plain reaction. Isn't it true that he is nothing to ordinary people? Any cards?
He should cheer, and then seek autographs for a group photo. Real Americans are obsessed with serial killers. If an Indian wants to integrate into American society, he must imitate others!
Du Pengde glanced at him inexplicably, pulled the handbrake to stabilize the car, and hit the steering wheel wildly:
"But what does this have to do with me as a taxi driver?"
Wade craned his neck and covered his mouth. He was speechless for a while. Yeah, they made sense.
Taxi drivers are not high-income people, and no one will hire an assassin to kill a driver. According to the normal life trajectory, oneself and Du Pengde should be two parallel lines, and there will never be a business intersection. .
In the dark, Deadpool seemed to feel something called fate, connecting the two together.
"What is this?" He suddenly pointed his finger at the steering wheel.
"What? Ah, daydreaming daffodil aromatherapy, can make you feel like you are walking on the banks of the Ganges." Du Pengde happily introduced the little jar to the passengers, the aroma on the dashboard that he thought Dead Waiter meant.
Wade shook his head and pointed again: "I mean the photo hanging on your key chain, who is she?"
That is a typical Indian woman with a ring on her nose and a scarf on her head. She looks a little bit fat, but she is pretty.
Mentioned this topic, the smile on Du Pengde's face gradually disappeared, and the street lights outside the window could not illuminate the darkness in front of him.
"She's Geeta. She could marry me and be a good wife, but unfortunately, she fell in love with my cousin, Bandu, and Bandu is as shameless as his pick-up skills, so... ....."
Deadpool with his arms around his chest nodded: "Man, I think it was fate that made us meet today..."
The driver blinked his eyes: "I thought it was a taxi app."
"Don't care about the details!" Deadpool stretched out his hand and waved in front of him, as if to erase the darkness in front of the driver friend: "In addition to being a super mercenary, I am also a well-known expert on gender emotions. I can help you chase after. Back to the guitar, love must be held tightly in your own hands!"
said, his raised hand suddenly made a fist, as if it had broken the throat of fate.
Du Pengde also followed the example of Deadpool and clenched his fists suspiciously:
"Then, can you help me persuade Jitta?"
"What? No, man, I'm a mercenary, you can't afford my price, then I can't break the rules." Deadpool shook his head, his nostrils through the mask: "But I can teach you how to do it My cousin often said that if you can’t solve the problem, just solve the person who caused the problem. You can put the shift in..."
squeezed his eyebrows and hinted, while Wade turned his fist into a palm, and made a back and forth motion around his neck.
"Do you also have a cousin?" The Indian driver was a little entangled. He really started thinking about Deadpool's suggestion: "Did you kill him too?"
The collapse of the adult was in an instant, and the fragrance on Wade made him feel ecstatic.
He loves Gitta so much, just thinking of Gitta and his cousin together can't bear this!
"Uh...My cousin is pretty good. Besides, this is not a problem that happened to me." Deadpool's voice was a lot quieter. Regarding it, he said: "Talk about your problem, just Killing Pandu is not enough. You should just like making roast beef, tear your cousin apart and peel it off, leave the body rancid and put it in front of Jitta's house."
"Is this all right? Will Gita change his mind?" The driver licked his lips and moved his Adam's apple up and down: "But we Indians don't eat beef. This method may be difficult for me to implement."
"Then treat it as a grilled fish! In short, this plan is in order. If she doesn't want to, I have a backup plan to teach you." The dead waiter patted the driver's shoulder and raised Erlang's legs triumphantly.
"Huhuhu...I understand, thank you, Mr.D."
The driver's brother took a few deep breaths and squeezed this sentence from his teeth. His eyes changed and became full of murderousness.
Deadpool is very pleased with this. Every time he sees others walking on the bright road, he will have a sense of accomplishment that is helpful to others. This is the pleasure that simple mercenary work cannot bring him.
But at this moment, he seemed to see an acquaintance outside the car window.
"Wait, Du Pengde, I saw a friend when I stopped the car on the side of the road." He motioned to the driver to pause, and when the car stopped steadily, he slipped off: "You hit the watch first, and I'll be back soon."
"I understand, did you see the mission goal, right? I don't know anything, just go and work." The Indian driver lowered his head and played with his keychain, looking at the photo with a broken smile on his face. , Whispered: "Gita...Gita..."
Deadpool didn’t know what was happening behind him. He saw Fury, who was also wearing a black leather trench coat at night, passed by the roadside alley~www.NovelMTL.com~ Anyway, the symbiote was going to be sold, and it was also sold to S.H.I.E.L.D. It’s the same sale, if the deal can be done halfway, the taxi fare can save a few dollars.
"Fry! Don't go, I want to negotiate a deal with you!"
Wade shook his head and ran to the front back like a Korean drama hero, and the black marinated egg turned slowly like another Korean drama hero. The time around seemed to slow down, and the trash cans on the side of the road were all taken. Bright and white beauty effect.
It was supposed to be a scene of victory.
But just as the two were about to shake hands, the venom suddenly broke out from Deadpool's body. The fangs and fangs tumbling in the huge black wave bit Ferry's head off in just one bite, chewing like jelly beans. With.
‘It was this black man who kept him shut and bullied me when I didn’t have a host. Now I’m caught by me? Die to me! ’
Venom thinks this way. After it has a host, it is no longer what it used to be. Three hours in Hexi and three hours in Hedong, don't deceive the symbiote to be poor!
"I fuck..."
Deadpool looked at Ferry, who had no head and upper part of his chest in front of him, but kept spitting out electric sparks from his body, and fell in front of him, feeling a little bewildered.
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