024 Summer stepped forward, put on a black trench coat, put the gun in his inner pocket, walked out, walked back a kilometer away, Summer returned to the bar, this time without any hesitation, and walked directly into the small broken bar in front of him.
The fiery atmosphere contrasts sharply with the deserted streets outside, where people seem to be sipping on wine as if they were celebrating Christmas, and in the summer they even see a couple of men and women "working" on a pool table in the center of the hall.
And people don't seem to be surprised.
The cacophony of sounds makes Summer's head buzz, and the customers here are obviously different from the people you meet on the street, the people here are more physique, and the invisible momentum is more compelling, and you can feel a little pressure inadvertently.
In the summer of 2016, I suddenly saw the time on the clock and was a little shocked.
Obviously, there is a gap between the world I have entered and the previous main world.
Maybe from a game perspective, as a copy, it's a no-brainer.
But Summer, as a living person, lives here, which makes Summer a little overwhelmed.
"Well, new faces, come on, let me see."
A voice came and burrowed into Summer's ears.
This is the first time since summer came into the world that it has been truly welcomed.
The owner of the weasel bar propped up the bar with both hands, watching the cold and silent man in front of him walk in, with a black coat, black trousers, and black military boots.
What attracts people's attention even more is the dark eyes, which may be difficult for ordinary people to find, but in this group of arrogant mercenaries, they can see the bone-chilling coldness hidden in those dark eyes.
This made the weasel's heart tremble a little, in fact, that welcome was also a weasel's forced smile.
It's good to put on a coat to hide your metal arms in the summer, otherwise, I don't know how much more turmoil it will cause.
Even now, Summer is like a mercenary who has just come off the battlefield.
Most of the mercenaries in the bar, the moment they saw Summer enter here, were already on full alert and secretly observing Summer.
In fact, this is not a special treatment for summer, for the mercenaries who are always on the tip of the knife, "careful" is the prerequisite for their survival.
Because they don't know if some new stranger has come to kill them.
Seeing Summer sitting silently on the bar chair, the weasel couldn't help but be a little bolder, poked his head in front of Summer, sniffled, and then, his eyes lit up, and he boldly speculated: "The smell of blood, it seems that our bad boy legion is going to add another member" Summer frowned and said in a deep voice, "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't." ” "Haha, I know, friend, you are very young, but you have a temperament that many people can't match.
Trust my eyes, I've seen countless villains walking on the brink of death, but rarely have I seen anyone like you.
The weasel was so complacent about his superb vision that he grabbed a bottle of beer for Summer, "You're so cool, new friend, please have a drink" Summer silently looked at the weasel, unscrewed the cap of the beer bottle casually, looked up and poured, and saw the gambling board above.
There are a lot of names of people and some monetary prices behind them.
"We're all betting on who's going to die, it's funny, do you want to bet or not" The weasel said, seeing Summer's eyes looking around.
Summer has been attracted by Wade's name, and the memory is becoming clearer, Wade is Deadpool, then, this is where the plot begins While Summer was still thinking about Deadpool, a white man with a pale face and a very weak state walked into the bar and sat down on the bar chair next to Summer.
"Give me a cup of blowjob, increase the dose, preferably to help relax."
The unique sound and eerie tone attract the attention of summer.
Summer turned his head and saw a very handsome white man who was similar to his own stature, and couldn't help but feel that Summer's eyes widened slightly, and the person sitting next to him was not Deadpool himself This is the broken mouth that talked to him just now, but why does he seem to not know himself, since there is a task to obtain a ball of light, which is to create Deadpool, does it mean that all this has not started yet, that is to say, the Deadpool who talked to him just now is just a system prompt sound wrapped around Deadpool's shell.
Summer looked at Wade, who had not yet been disfigured, and felt infinite pity in his heart that this handsome face was going to become so ugly.
Deadpool, formerly known as Wade Wilson.
This character is undoubtedly a very famous character in the Marvel Universe.
This character has super popularity, not only because he is a powerful mercenary, good at melee combat, with two knives in the back, and a gun on the side of his legs, and he is decisive in killing. is also because he has the attribute of "chattering", which makes him very happy whether in comics or movies.
This fellow, who was originally a human mercenary, was targeted by a spy after suffering from cancer, and promised to cure Wade's cancer.
Desperate, Wade had no choice but to contact the mysterious spy, and as a result, Wade was taken to a black factory, and suffered a lot of pain and torture, and finally induced the mutant gene in his body and obtained the super healing mutant ability.
However, the price was that Wade's skin was disgusting, like a rotting Shar Pei.
Of course, these are all settings in the dungeon.
After Wade became Deadpool, he has a super self-healing ability, which is difficult to kill, and, most talked-about, he has an ability that all characters in the Marvel Universe can't understand, breaking through the fourth wall, you can talk directly to the audience in front of the screen, that is, Deadpool knows that he is a movie character.
Summer didn't know what to say, facing such a battle-hardened mercenary with rich life experience, Summer didn't think that she could become friends with the other party with just a few words.
"You stinky little devil always staring at me, what are you old enough to get into the bar, get out of here, this is where Mom and Dad are here" Wade rubbed Summer's head and said with a hippie smile, "Is this your Halloween costume My God, do you know how far away you are from that damn holiday right now, are you trying to become a facial paralyzed weirdo" Summer frowned, Wade's poisonous tongue would look very enjoyable when spraying others, but it would be less comfortable to be the target of the spray.
"You look like you're going to die."
Summer leaned closer to Wade's body and spoke.
"Uh-huh.
Imp, let go of your hands, that's not something you should touch, I don't want to teach you a lesson, and I don't want it to go off fire in your head.
Wade spoke, as if the words that came out of his mouth had not been thought by his brain, and after he finished speaking, his face became solemn, and he did not smell the strong smell of wine on this little ghost, but a trace of blood
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