It's a majestic building, with a white building towering into the sky, and a large sign above the door that reads 'Little Star Laboratory'.It was a thunderstormy summer night, and in a laboratory in this building, a handsome young researcher was tossing a table of chemical equipment, and the lightning flashed from time to time made his face flicker.He usually works as a forensic examiner at the city police department, but he likes to use his own means at night to punish those who have escaped justice.For example, they were skinned, the corpses were cut into pieces and treated with corrosive agents, and then the corroded slime was mixed into chemical waste, and the laboratory carried out strict environmental protection treatment.That is, the waste bucket is thrown directly into the Atlantic Ocean.Tonight, the night was dark and windy, and he killed another corrupt official, but when he finished killing, when he wanted to dispose of the corpse, he found that the 'corpse water' that is usually used to eliminate evidence was used up, so he had to temporarily configure some more.And while waiting for the chemical reaction of the potion, he also secretly made something out of laboratory materials.It's the kind of thing that makes people inexplicably happy, generally white powder or large crystals, the kind that people understand.He has some mental illness and needs to rely on this stuff to keep his brain active.He removed a round-bottomed flask from the device, scraped the inner wall with a small spoon, and then brought the crystals from the small spoon to his mouth and savored it.Then he spat to the side, revealing a satisfied smile that looked a little hideous in the dim light."
A-grade good, at least three pluses."
The young man muttered to himself with satisfaction.As the evaporation progressed, more and more white crystals appeared on the inside of the flask, and he kept scraping them into a small bag with a small spoon, full of joy like a farmer with a good harvest, but at the same time as the distillation continued, a strange smell permeated the whole laboratory.He sniffed, frowned, and after a moment's thought, opened the window of the room next to him for air.You must be careful when doing this kind of thing now, otherwise a colleague who will go to work tomorrow will come and he will be exposed once he smells this smell.As the minutes passed, he saved up a bag full of white crystals, and then he turned off the heater to let the chemistry stop, and then he cleaned up the bagasse and beet crumbs in a corner of the laboratory before straightening up and doing stretching."
Sure enough, it's too troublesome to concentrate sugar by contact membrane distillation in the laboratory, and next time you can't suffer this crime in order to save money, so let's go to the supermarket and buy it."
After speaking, he picked up the 'corpse water' configured on another test bench, went to the next disposal room to dispose of the corpse, mixed the corpse's corroded soup and water with the sugar-making garbage, and then poured it into the laboratory's unified waste liquid bucket.Then he went back to the test bench to pack up his instruments and equipment, tonight was another good night, but he was also an ordinary person, it was time to go home and rest.Halfway through the disassembly and cleaning, he got tangled with the distillation dish, although the sugar in the sugar water was scraped off, but the distilled water should also have a sweet taste, right?
I can't afford to waste any sugar.However, just as he was holding the glassware and preparing to drink, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck from outside the window, hitting him and the chemical agent with precision.The lightning didn't scorch him, but it did make his skin peel off and look like a rotten avocado.It was only when his colleagues came to work the next day that they found him and took him to the hospital.In the process of receiving treatment, Barry Wilson, who became like a foul-smelling rotting corpse but never died, found that he had superpowers, as long as he spoke all kinds of nonsense quickly, and when his mouth reached a certain speed, he could connect himself to another plane.The red and black plane is full of all kinds of foul language, swear words that are not the same even if you listen to them for a hundred years, and there are all kinds of wonderful images, showing how you can make people popular until one Buddha is born and two Buddhas ascend to heaven.In the darkness, a voice told him that the energy surging in his body was called the Divine Force, and that special plane was also called the Divine Plane of Force.As long as he keeps committing shit, then he can live forever with this energy.With such superpowers, who is going to be a forensic pioneer?
He made himself a red and black uniform and named it Deadpool.He's going to be a mercenary, an anti-hero."
Seriously?
Do you think this is your origin story?
”Su Ming stood with Wade on the roof of a building across the street from the hospital with a numb face, watching the Deadpool in the ward transform his uniform with a bed sheet.The cargo was stepping on the sewing machine quickly, and at the same time taking the time to stuff a lot of white sugar in his mouth, and he was very sick at first sight.And this origin story Su Ming is also very familiar, can you keep the story for yourself by adding Wilson to Barry's name?
not only copied the Flash, but even the stalks of "Bloodthirsty Forensics" and "Breaking Bad", which made Su Ming a little unable to find a place to complain.Besides, Barry's mother is dead, but his father is still alive in prison, what kind of orphan is this?
Wade shook his head, he didn't know where to pull out a hot dog, sitting on the edge of the rooftop, his legs dangling and enjoying a good time.After listening to his cousin's question, he asked vaguely, "Isn't this bad?"
I have a more reasonable explanation for my self-healing ability, the rich play with technology, and rely on mutation, which is the threshold of superheroes. ”"We're not superheroes."
Su Ming hugged his arms expressionlessly."
That's right, but anti-heroes can be considered heroes in some way, right?"
Wade finished eating the hot dog and was licking the mustard sauce off his gloves with his tongue full of sores, and the scene was very disgusting.Su Ming was already resistant enough to this, he smiled, sat down on the rooftop, and took out the wine from his waist bag: "Maybe, the greater the ability" "The more irresponsible." ”Wade smiled and took a bottle of wine and blew on it."
Yes, the more choices."
He looked at Wade's half-exposed face and shook his head, he finally understood that these were all Wade's own construction, and the origin stories in different timelines could be used again by his 'plot plausibility gems'.However, there were so many choices that he couldn't decide which one he wanted himself, so he chose the strongest one he knew to help him choose.This candidate is Su Ming.This can be said to be a move of trust and closeness, at least Su Ming will definitely not take someone to see his origin story, the risk is too high.Wade was not stupid, he just fully believed that his cousin Death Knell would be on his side, which made Su Ming couldn't help but be a little moved.Although these stories are also cheap, he was originally here to take a vacation.So he and Wade touched the wine bottle, drank it after a pause, and the two of them threw the empty wine bottle downstairs: "This is not good, change another one." ”Wade shrugged: "I really can't help you, okay, then adjust the pointer to 7052, let's go." ”Two flashes of light flashed, and Deadpool and Deathstroke disappeared at the same time.