Chapter 260: disappear
Holloway crumpled Deadpool into a ball, like a scrap newspaper, and pressed a pile of **** and rubble on it.
"You will pretend to be dead for a while, don't move."
After finishing this, Holloway took out a stack of paper and a pen from his pocket, and started to write quickly on it. After writing, he copied two more copies and signed his name.
Then he stroked Deadpool's eyes hard, and found that he still looked like a ‘unsatisfied’. Only then did he remember that this mask had no eye-closing function. He shrugged and smiled embarrassedly. Once he entered work, he always felt like he was still in the hospital.
He stomped forward towards the three women. After making sure that his voice could be heard, he raised the paper in his hand and waved it twice.
"Who is a relative of Wade Wilson, come and get a death certificate!"
The three daughters stopped fighting involuntarily. Although it was strange that the doctor issued the death certificate here, they just heard the name of Deadpool.
Wade? death certificate?
Curiosity and panic made them unable to continue fighting.
Inez rushed over and snatched a share. Looking down, the cause of death was-‘self-healing cell failure collapse syndrome’.
? ? ?
What disease is this?
She turned to look at Wade, and found that Wade was crushed by a pile of rubbish, motionless.
"Don't grab it, don't grab it, everyone has it. Wade's death certificate is for the three of you, one for each person." Hollerway got up from the ground and handed the remaining two copies to Vanessa and Domino. Turn around and leave.
"We will cremate the corpse. We will give you a point for the ashes at that time, which can be regarded as a memorial."
"Do not!!!"
The three of them rushed to Wade's ‘corpse’ and found that he was indeed dead, there was no heartbeat, nothing left, and the whole person seemed to have only a layer of skin.
"Sorrow, now is the age of war, and the dead are inevitable." Holloway said with a sad look, while dragging away Wade's ‘corpse’.
The three women were still in a daze. They looked at each other, and they had no idea for a while, so they could only follow the doctor. They know that the Vengeance Angel is a very good surgeon. At this time, the doctor's words still have some authority.
Holloway turned to look at the women who were in a daze. They were only deceived temporarily now, but they will soon recall.
He walked quickly to the front position, threw the deadpool's body to Su Ming, and then urged to retreat quickly.
As for how they will receive Wade after they find out that Wade is not dead, that will be the future.
"A good way, how did you think of it?" Su Ming killed some enemies and returned to the back of the front line, dragging Wade's meat sauce in his hand.
Holloway panted hard, looked at the three women behind with suspicious eyes, and whispered: "I have a distant cousin who also owes a lot of romantic debts. He once told me when I was young:' If you love more than a dozen women and only have one marriage certificate, then give each of them a divorce certificate."
Su Ming smiled and gestured to Monak in the sky, and at the same time looked at Hollerway’s mustache: "Say your cousin is Stark?"
"No, he has been dead for a long time." Holloway shrugged and said embarrassingly: "He failed. Not every woman is willing to get a divorce certificate. He was poisoned first, and then stabbed a dozen times. , An ex-aunt of mine chopped off his head, held his head and rowed out to sea, I think it might have gone to Greenland"
Su Ming chuckles, and raises the godslayer to block a few bullets. The relative of Holloway is also a real person. Since he is so lustful, he won’t engage in more fake identities. Does every woman get married?
Wade, who was held in his hand by Su Ming like a towel, suddenly felt a hint of coolness. Even if he had turned into meat sauce and had almost no thinking ability left in his brain, he felt a cold neck instinctively.
Many soldiers who lose their hands and feet on the battlefield and cause disabilities will have similar conditions. They will feel the pain of losing their limbs in their lives, as if the limbs are still on them.
This disease is called phantom pain.
Su Ming didn't care about his thoughts. Deadpool made a mess here and dragged his feet. The enemy didn't know what reaction he would take next, and everything changed again. This guy should be cut off and sent to Greenland.
Let’s run to the third plan now, first evacuate here, and then get explosives to fight guerrilla warfare with the Germans, make them feel threatened, and evacuate the airship containing the Namo fragments.
"Shrink the front!"
Su Ming immediately yelled to Little Naughty and Electric Cable to signal everyone to gather. Everyone used their own methods to approach Su Ming in the rain of bullets. While running, they used their ability to counter the enemy’s shells and explosives. There was a rush.
Monak, who had received his gesture before, quickly released a huge blindfold, and sprayed thick black smoke in the air like a squid, spraying it on the heads of enemies in all directions.
This was stolen from the plane of hell, where the volcano and magma burned eternally. He just opened a space door on a humble volcano.
The black smoke with a strong sulphur smell soon filled the surroundings of the small square, and it also obscured everyone.
Everyone gathered around Su Ming, his sword of the night was still shining with silver stars in the black smoke, and the three women who were still in a daze were also pulled by the war police and huddled together.
"Monak, like this"
Su Ming whispered a few words to Monak, and the magic prince immediately understood and began to chant the spell.
After waiting for a few minutes, the German soldiers dissipated the smoke, and when they came to the place where everyone was fighting, they found that there was nothing here. Their enemies, surrounded by nearly 10,000 people, disappeared without a trace.
They searched this area, but found nothing, no footprints to leave, and no one left in flight.
just disappeared out of thin air.
Soon, the leaders of all aspects of the German army came here. Among them, a very luxurious convertible car was the most conspicuous.
is not only because the car is very beautiful, but because it is difficult for the driver not to notice him.
He has no skin, only a piece of blood red under his **** hat.
One of the leaders of Hydra. Today, when Baron Strak went to Japan to start a new life, he is the helm of Hydra.
He is the Red Skull.
The one sitting in his co-pilot, holding his briefcase all the time and wearing funny round glasses, is Dr. Zola who has been supervising the research of the universe cube recently.
The soldiers gave way for him, but some people saw fanatical worship in their eyes, and some people had only fear in their eyes, but this is the same for the Red Skull.
He doesn't care what the ants think.
The car drove straight up
Next to the ruins, he got out of the car, looked down at the uneven ground, and estimated the force that caused these marks.
The conclusion is far beyond him.
This made him a little interested, but it was not as good as the Cube of the Universe.
Dr. Zola followed up with difficulty in his short legs. He still held his briefcase in his pocket: "Schmidt, we are just passing by Paris, so there is no need to waste time here."
"I know, it's just a little interested, but how can the power of a mortal be comparable to the creation of a god, Dr. Zola, your progress makes me very anxious."
Red Skull knelt down and touched the ground. He could feel the aftermath of the previous battle, which made him very excited.
But Dr. Zola suddenly shed a cold sweat. Although he is the leader of Hydra, the Doctor is at the bottom of the leader because he is too timid and is a technology house. Sometimes he feels that the Red Skull will kill himself.
"No, if that blue artifact is so easy to crack, how can it be called an artifact? You always have to give me some more time."
"I just don't know if our head of state will give me time, he seems to be planning to get rid of me, Doctor. Which side are you on?"
The Red Skull stood up and stared condescendingly at Dr. Zola's bald head, he asked in a cold tone.
Zola tremblingly took out the handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his head. He felt it was difficult to breathe. The Red Skull was moody and inhuman. There was only one answer to this question.
He nodded in a hurry: "Of course it is, long live the Hydra!"
Red Skull’s skinless face showed an expression that might be a smile. He patted Zola on the shoulder, turned his head and returned to the car: "Well said, long live Hydra!"
