Chapter 2487: Release

The key to getting along between people lies in communication, and language is the bridge of communication.

Communication is in place to make major issues smaller; on the contrary, it will lead to growing differences and various contradictions.

But communication between people and pets is often not so easy.

Although Wade has always wanted to communicate with his symbiote, Venom unilaterally cut off the communication channel. No matter how the host talks to it, all it wants is to escape and ignore it.

The host's mind is full of shit, what is there to talk about?

What turned into new underwear? Become a burrito everybody eats each other? How many times can I help scratch the tumor in the rectum?

Is this what the normal host would ask the symbiote? !

The venom's disobedience caused Deadpool to want to sell it because he felt that the symbiote was useless, and its existence prevented him from tearing the dead skin on his **** freely, and he couldn't breathe up and down during hiccups, which was very uncomfortable.

But now, he changed his mind.

Deadpool pulled Ferry's headless corpse with his toes, and he was leaning against the wall of the alley. The light of the street lamp in the distance made his red and black mask look cloudy.

After a long while, he sighed and said to his shoulder: "You go, I don't like you, the life of an African-American robot is also a life, but I am a man who wants to fight for the PG13 classification. I absolutely can't tolerate my sharing. Bio is a racist."

Yes, he was going to throw away the venom.

Although he is a mercenary, he has always had no bottom line, but for the lofty goal, he can no longer let Venom have anything to do with himself.

Venom now sees Fury and bit it. What if it eats Tony too?

You have to know that cousin seems to like Tony, because he calls all the barbers Tony, in case his trading behavior breaks his cousin's toys, then things will be troublesome.

Forget it, this million dollars will not be earned, let this symbiote go wherever it comes.

venom:"???"

what? Is this free? Originally trapped in this rotten cancerous body, it was as if he was attached to a corpse and could not leave. He also conceived many plans.

For example, how to abduct the host to step on **** so that he can take a bath, so that I can take the opportunity to get out of him when he bathes and molts...

Can't you actually use it now? Did I really go?

The venom tentatively flowed from Deadpool to the ground, and the little tentacles touched the masonry in the alley, then retracted again and turned to look at Wade.

It found that it was really able to leave, all of which seemed to be controlled by Deadpool, very strange.

But it didn't think much about it. It was like someone locked in a lunatic asylum. When it saw the hospital's door open and no one was guarded yet, wouldn't it take the opportunity to go out and see Huahua World?

So the venom instantly flowed out from under Wade's uniform, like sticky asphalt, flowing down the drain to the sewer, and then only listened to the sound of a ‘thump’ in the darkness.

It should have jumped into the dung soup in the sewer.

"After all, master and servant, run away, don't be found by strangulation." Deadpool looked sadly at the entrance of the sewer. Although he has no night vision ability and can't see anything, he can still look up. Looking up at the starry sky forty-five degrees: "The farther you can escape, the better, it's better not to come back forever, you will die..."

"Okay, brothers, how did I act just now?" But handsome for only three seconds, Deadpool laughed hehe after a brief silence, and said to the air on the side: "Am I acting very affectionately? Yoshiju? Did everyone move? Gifts are gone!"

While saying something unclear, he stooped to lift the body of the Fury robot next to him, put his arms up like a wounded, and walked towards the taxi on the side of the road.

"Thank you brothers for the gifts. My popularity has increased a lot. On the other hand, I have known Fury for some years, and I have never found him to be a robot in the past."

He shrugged and pushed the dead body on his shoulders hard:

"But it doesn't matter, you all asked me, is it a loss to release the venom in this way and lose so much money? In fact, you are still one-sided. Did you see what I was carrying?"

"Yes, a Fury, it's the kind that can be eaten without turning its head."

"He has been the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. for a long time, right? He must have offended many people in the past. Some people want to kill him. Then I will take this corpse and sell it to the person who wants Fury to die."

"I see that the agent with hair loss is named Coleson. He is smiling all day long. In fact, he must be a smiling tiger. He may have long wanted to kill Fury himself."

"Even if he is loyal, it doesn't matter, he doesn't want to buy back the body of his old leader for burial with S.H.I.E.L.D. public funds?"

"So, this wave is an open seller contract. If you are lucky, Tony will still participate in the bidding. After all, this African-American robot is also a robot. It seems to be high-tech. Scientists like what they don’t understand. Things, everyone on earth knows."

"Before AC and Iron Man acted together, then 80% should be in the Stark Industrial Building now. I can continue to take a taxi and sell Dead Fury to him or Tony."

After a series of self-talking explanations, he slapped his tongue and raised his eyebrows towards the scene where he did not know where he was.

Besides, it is also politically correct to release a pet. Regardless of whether the pet will have any impact on the local biosphere, as long as you dare to release it, people on social media will dare to like it.

If you sell the venom yourself, or find a way to kill it, then there will definitely be some ‘symbiote lover’ coming to trouble yourself.

Mercenaries should not get into endless troubles, this is also the industry standard.

"Du Pengde! Open the trunk!" While thinking about those things in his heart, Deadpool shouted to the driver.

"Mr. DP, I am not going to run the crematorium route, and if I transport the corpse, I am still a new car..." The Indian got out of the car with the key in his hand and saw the dead waiter carrying it. The headless body hesitated for a while.

Transporting corpses by truck is very troublesome. Just clean up the blood stains on the carpet or the smell of corrupt and semi-fermented substances in the stomach, so you can't make money tonight.

"It's not a corpse, look." Deadpool leaned the headless Fury at the back of the car, pulled out the neckline, and let the driver see the metal fracture for himself: "He is a robot, you should just pull a **** doll. Absolutely legal."

Du Pengde sighed, with a sunny smile on his face, and said in curry English: "Ah, I see, so robots are not human."

"I can't discuss philosophical issues with you by holding this heavy thing now. Even though all philosophical films seem to me to be pornographic films, I also like them very much. After all, I am a literate person who can climax when watching Rashomon. ."

Deadpool twisted his waist. After dropping the venom, he felt that his **** was breathable again, and he could feel the gentle evening breeze through the uniform, very comfortable:

"Quickly open the trunk, and then help me to take off his gold watch and gold chain, yes, and gold teeth."

"Are there any gold accessories?" The driver who opened the trunk and Deadpool threw in the headless Fury ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and then started to fumble the body with four hands: "But I didn't find it, there is His head is gone, where are the golden teeth?"

"Hey! He shouldn't. He is a black man. He should have a large bundle of gold chains with engraved gold teeth on his body. The belt of the trousers is never mentioned on the waist..."

Deadpool was lost in thought.

The driver shook his head and closed the trunk lid: "There is no gold and no money. I don't know if I am too sensitive. Why do you feel that your words are a bit racist? Or do New Yorkers talk like that?"

"What? Racial discrimination is a very serious accusation in the United States. It is impossible for me to have racial discrimination. It is impossible in this life, my skinny brown-skinned friend."

Deadpool smiled and put his arms around Du Ponte's shoulders, reached out to pat his chest, and walked towards the front of the car together:

"Let's drive, and I will teach you on the road how to clean up the traces of the trunk after carrying the corpse or carrying out the kidnapping. Intuition tells me that you will definitely need it in the future."

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