"Is this it?"
A few people turned left and right in the sewer, and the slippery ground was covered with moss and unrecognizable filth, and if they were not careful, they would fall into the rushing flood channel next to them.
Fortunately, Deathstroke and Deadpool both have night vision devices, and the doctor has a flashlight, and in the dark sewers, the speed of the crowd is not slow.
According to Monak's guidance, they arrived at the target location without any problems, where there was a large area of relative dryness, and a large iron gate guarded by people could be seen not far away.
The men couldn't make out who they were, they were wearing black ponchos, patrolling near the door with oil lamps, they had no guns and looked like fishermen on the docks.
Now Su Ming and the others are hiding behind a corner not far away, the sound of the flood covers their voices, and several people have no worries about talking and communicating.
Deadpool just grabbed a big rat, and despite its desperate struggles, he named it William Wallace, and kept playing with it in his hand.
Anyway, he's immune to all diseases, and he's a virus himself, so he can keep this little thing that spreads the plague as a pet.
He decided that if he could go back, he would take it back, and the first time he saw its sleek little eyes, he felt very flattered.
Vanessa said she wanted to have a pet, but she didn't have a chance, and now she caught a mouse from 1942, which sounds valuable.
"Ahem, stop playing, remember the plan?"
Su Ming stabbed him with his elbow and told him to stop using a dagger to peel his own skin and feed the mice, didn't he see a doctor and a mage with a look of disgust?
"Oh, remember, breaking doors, slashing people, calling it a day, this kind of plan is perfect for Uncle Deadpool."
He had wanted to say that it was too simple and as mentally retarded, but remembering the power of the Godslayer, he shamefully changed his words.
Of course, this is not Su Ming's plan, after all, the situation in every place cannot be the same, and it is more reliable to have more detailed improvisation and key actions by yourself.
But for someone on a team whose tactical positioning is targets and punching bags, Deadpool knows that much.
"Very good, remember, just scold when you rush up, say whatever is ugly, let them pay attention to you, and leave the rest to me."
Su Ming patted him on the shoulder and pushed him out of cover.
Deadpool looked back and saw that all three of them were hiding in the corner and giving him a thumbs up, and he suddenly had some ominous premonitions.
But soon he forgot about it, who else was his threat in this era?
Even if it's Thanos inside the door, he'll cut it the same, okay?
So he pulled out his katana in one hand and played with a sword, and in the other hand he held a mouse, and he also gave a thumbs up.
Then he raised his long knife and rushed to the gate with a strange scream.
Su Ming hid in the dark, took out the God Slayer and slowly wiped the knife with the palm of his hand: "Very good, observe for a while, if he doesn't step on the mine, we can also get on it." ” The corners of Holleway's mouth twitched, and he didn't know what to do: "That's your cousin, right?"
” "He said yes, and it was a hassle to explain."
Su Ming replied calmly.
"Well, then you're not worried about what's going to happen to him?"
Holleway scratched his beard, he felt that the two brothers were getting along a little strangely.
"Anyway, he can't die, there is enough flesh and blood to feed the sewer rats, so it's most appropriate for him to detect mines, then again, does Monak need to pass on the cost of spell casting to him first?
He doesn't care about any of that. ” Su Ming first replied to Hollerway, asking him to watch quietly, and then turned his head and asked the mage on the side.
"No, there is such a thing as the cost of spell casting, and it is just the bad luck of the two of them to help share it."
Monac is a dark magician, and the evil gods are always hungry for souls, and he doesn't want to involve someone who doesn't know magic at all to come in and be remembered by the evil gods.
Of course, this is his idea, if you want Su Ming to say, the evil gods probably can't stand Deadpool's toss, just like Harley Quinn is not welcome in hell on the DC side.
Hallie once made a contract with a devil through Zatana to exchange herself for a few ghosts to play, and as a pact, the devil returned the freedom of several souls, while Hallie needed to spend a month with the devil in hell.
However, within three days the devil sent her back, and he couldn't stand Harley's chatter and madness, and the devil tore up the contract himself, and suffered the backlash of the contract, and he never wanted to see Harry's crazy face again.
Hallie's face is still pleasing to the eye, but what about Wade's face?
He only had a large crumpled air-dried avocado.
But Monak doesn't want to forget it, he is a righteous hero, and Su Ming's style of acting is completely different.
Now that there was no problem, the trio's heads poked out of the corner in a row, watching Deadpool rush towards the enemy in the dark.
"Wowhaha, your Uncle Deadpool is here, stick your neck out, you cow dung and xx hybrid mutant monsters!
Freaks growing out of chrysanthemums" Deadpool did strictly implement Su Ming's tactics, and spewed vicious swear words from one mouth, but even if Su Ming didn't let him say it, it was estimated that he wouldn't be able to do it.
Naturally, the people patrolling the door also saw Deadpool running at high speed, as well as the long knife in his hand that looked bright in the lights.
As Deadpool got closer to them, the clearer the foul words became, and one of the few people in the raincoat exploded on the spot.
It was a real explosion on the spot, not a rhetorical device.
The black raincoat that the man was wearing was raised high by the strong air current, and his body became large and round like a balloon full of air, followed by an earth-shattering loud bang, and flesh and broken bones erupted from the bursting belly, covering the direction of Deadpool.
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In an instant, Deadpool turned into a bloody man, with several broken ribs stuck in his head, and a large intestine hanging from it.
It was minced flesh and blood, causing him to slip under his feet and fall to the ground on his back.
"This" Hollerway bared his teeth, although he couldn't see clearly from a distance, but in this situation, it was the first time he had seen someone scold someone and blow someone up.
"It's not magic."
Monak was a little more acceptable, but he also couldn't think of why this was the case, so he could only say his own judgment and let Su Ming decide.
Of course, Su Ming knew that this was not a DND Ring Magic Colorful Jet, and the person whose intestines and stomach were squirting out was still not dead.
With his eyesight, he could see that the man who had just looked like a ball, even though his belly was bursting, was still proudly showing off to the people around him, as if he had killed his opponent.
The man's abdomen was healing itself at a breakneck rate, first with internal organs, then bones, and finally with muscle, fat, and skin.
Within seconds, he was back to his original form.
But Su Ming still watched calmly, the other party was not dead, but there were no dead people on his side, these guys Su Ming already roughly knew who they were, so he let Deadpool contain him and wait for the opportunity to move.
It turns out that there is someone in front of him, is he concentrating on outputting such a cool one?
It's no wonder that superheroes like to team up.
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