Chapter 599: Director, I Want to Enter the Avengers
With tall buildings and busy traffic, this is the brightly lit city of New York that never sleeps.
At night, the neon trance, dazzling lights, the crowd is bustling, the tide is diverted in the streets and alleys, and the prosperity is woven into a colorful color, attracting groups of dreamers.
But behind this glitz, more streets and alleys hide dirt and dirt, and in some places the street lights are broken and people don't care.
Russell leaned against the alleyway, lit a cigarette, and frowned as he thought about the world mission.
There is pressure to be motivated, because of Dormammu, he urgently needs a character card with explosive combat effectiveness, or a skill card and item card with extraordinary ability.
At first, he found out that it was the world of Spider-Man, Russell was disappointed, there was no one in the trilogy who could fight, and there was not enough Mamumu to stuff his teeth, but the appearance of Deadpool gave him hope.
Shuttle into other worlds at will, as long as Russell is forced not to complete the task and go to a few more worlds with Deadpool, there will always be a chance or two to meet a powerful person.
The idea is very good, but there is a very fatal problem, Deadpool is unreliable, and it is impossible to be honest and obedient if he wants to come out.
"Hey man, I've kept you waiting. You know, with my ability, it can't be less than half an hour. Deadpool walked out of the alley, dressed up in new clothes, and put his hat on.
It was a bad habit to be poorly clothed, so he borrowed a set from several members of society, riding boots, trousers, a leather jacket, and a cowboy hat, which looked like a wilderness prostitute...... Darts.
"Let's go, let's go back first."
Russell took out Deadpool's equipment, twin knives, twin guns, and venom wrapped in a water balloon from the spatial ring, and threw them all into the other party's arms.
Deadpool held his equipment, faced Russell face to face, and walked backwards with a steady pace: "Although I care more about the 10W knife, now that we have reached an employment relationship, should you say your name?" β
"My name is Russell and I'm ......"
Whoa!
Knives, guns, and water balloons fell to the ground, and Deadpool covered his face with his hands and said in disbelief: "Oh my God! You're Russell, you're Russell! Dude, oh no, it's Fire Fist, you've grown this big? β
"Wait, that's not right! The actor in Fire Fist is New Zealand, and you're Asian. β
"I'm not that little fat man." Russell rolled his eyes and stepped on the water balloon on the ground, and Venom was newly rounded and tried to roll and escape.
I thought that after clarifying, the topic would be over, but Russell still underestimated Deadpool's neuroticism, he jumped on the spot, turned around three times after landing, and reached out to the wall to start concave shape.
"I see, your name is Russell, you must be the director of the Avengers!"
Russell: "......"
"Mr. Director, do you think I can join the Avengers?"
Deadpool raised his hand and brushed the brim of his cowboy hat, feeling that something was missing, snatched half of the cigarette butt from Russell's hand, took a hard breath, and said in a deep voice while spitting out the smoke ring: "I heard that Robert Downey Jr. is dead, and the Avengers need a new C coffee boss to save them, such as me, the first part of [Deadpool] invested 58 million US dollars, and the global box office was close to 800 million US dollars, you deserve it." β
Russell: "......"
Deadpool sighed and sighed: "It's a pity that Scarlett Johansson is also dead, we used to love each other so much, but we can't join forces again on the big screen." Director, you're going to resurrect her, right? β
Russell: "......"
Deadpool picked up the cigarette butt and twisted it on the wall, swished to Russell's side, and whispered: "Director, I know the rules, you can rest assured, my salary is super cheap." And I'm my agent myself, so it's no problem to sign a contract for 10 movies right away, well, 20 films are also negotiable. β
There were so many elements that Russell didn't know where to start, and pushed away Deadpool's arm on his shoulder: "No, you're too ugly!" β
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Deadpool was furious, grabbed Russell's arm, and chattered: "Director, I thought you were a person who pays attention to connotation, but I didn't expect you to be so superficial." β
"I'm sorry, it's not me who is superficial, it's the audience. I am a commercial filmmaker, and commercial films are, to put it bluntly, to make money, just to make the audience happy, so I will shoot whatever they want to watch. β
"That's right, the fans like me, and I make a lot of money."
"That's because they've never seen such a cheap one on the big screen, and when they get used to it, you won't have a market."
"No way, I'll always be cheaper than they thought!"
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In fact, Russell wants to complain more that Deadpool is so ugly that he can actually pass through.
It's not that it's untargeted, but the reality is really cruel.
In these years, the traverser must be handsome and beautiful, even if he was ugly in his previous life, he must be online after the crossing, otherwise the audience or readers will have no sense of substitution, after all, no one looks bad in real life.
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Along the way, Deadpool's mouth never stopped, and Russell couldn't bear to call a taxi, but it didn't work. The driver refused to ride halfway, and if Deadpool didn't get out of the car, he would rather die than touch the steering wheel.
Finally returning home, Russell finally understands why Deadpool has saved the world many times, and the other heroes still don't wait to see him. Referring to the theory of relativity, with Deadpool, one day equals a year, which is a mental torture.
"This is 100,000 US dollars, the contract will not be signed, it is useless to sign anyway, I will give you another 100,000 US dollars after the matter is completed." Russell clicked a dozen stacks of bills from behind the bedside table and slammed them into Deadpool's face.
The latter picked up the banknotes, his face was cloudy, not because Russell had trampled on his pride, but because he saw that there were still many banknotes behind the bedside table, and felt that the business was at a loss.
"Dude...... No, boss, you may have misunderstood something. Deadpool put the money in his pocket and said shamelessly: "What I'm saying is that the money you give for 100,000 dollars in a world can only be crossed once." β
"$100,000 at a time?" Russell frowned and looked at Deadpool, his eyes shining.
Deadpool tightened the bill in his arms: "Boss, if you are not satisfied with the price, you can apply for an annual membership and enjoy the half-price service for the second crossing." β
"There is no need to apply for an annual membership, there is no problem with 100,000 US dollars at a time, the promise just now remains unchanged, and I will still add 100,000 US dollars after the matter is completed." The corners of Russell's mouth were slightly hooked, Deadpool was unreliable, but the money could make him reliable.
Deadpool's heart was overjoyed when he heard this: "God, you look so handsome when you spend money, I am thrilled to see it, and the side silhouette has increased by 20 centimeters!" β
Russell smiled, raised his hand to pick up the lighter, lit a stack of American knives, and then used it to light a cigarette: "Wilson, if ......"
Deadpool raised his head and stood tall: "Boss, you can just call me Wade." β
"Wade, if you can sew your mouth shut, you can get 200,000 US dollars at a time, boss, I'm not short of money!"
"Uh......"
Deadpool bit his nails and fell into a tangle, and after a while, he made up his mind to speak: "Boss, I know you are rich, but I prefer to do a business of 100,000 US dollars." β
With that, Deadpool closed his eyes in pain, and two tear streaks slid down his bumpy face.
He regretted it, he finally met a Kaizi, he shouldn't have insisted on it in the first place, and then how good it would be to bargain!
This situation is similar to when the Middle Eastern tyrant imported daily necessities to a certain country, and a certain country quoted a price that he thought was crazy, but the Middle Eastern tyrant didn't think about it, and agreed in one bite.
A certain country felt that the report was low, and hurriedly added a sentence of 'American knife', which made the Middle Eastern tyrants look sullen, and didn't they all use American knives to settle accounts for import and export business?
Sad, Deadpool turns on the TV, ready to look for the unlucky guy in the news, and use the pain of others to soothe his wounded little heart.
"Wade, the account is settled, when are we going to leave for the next world?" Russell stacked a stack of beautiful knives and put them into the space ring, thinking that it was useless waste paper, but he didn't expect it to come in handy.
"It's ...... at any time"
Deadpool stopped abruptly as the TV news was broadcast in an emergency scene of Doctor Octopus vs. Spider-Man, and finally Doctor Octopus used the hostage and managed to escape.
After reading the news, Deadpool looked serious: "Boss, I have a dream. β
Russell: "......"