Ding!

Jingle Bell!!

In the basement of the two-story building, Russell dismantled the operating table and knocked out a set of armor with existing materials.

Helmet, breastplate, shoulder pads, hand guards, leg armor, 360 degrees without dead ends, all-round protection of every corner of the body.

Sprayed with black and red matte paint, a set of full-body armor modeled after the death knell is complete, and on the helmet, because Russell's eyes are sound, so it is different from the death knell, and two breathable sunroofs are opened.

With his own ability, the decorative significance of this set of armor is greater than the practicality, and it doesn't matter if it is or not. But Deadpool likes to play, and he also found it quite interesting, so he built a set on the spot.

Not to mention, the two Sand Eagle Celestials are placed on either side of his thighs, and he carries the Erdman Alloy Knife behind him, which really has a bit of Deadpool's cousin's cold demeanor.

Originally, according to Deadpool's meaning, superhero uniforms only need to be prominent and eye-catching, and they don't need to be too complicated, such as tights, but Russell decisively refused.

It's too shameful to wear tights or something, whether you wear four corners or triangles inside, it's easy to show traces. It's not okay if you don't wear it, first, you are not used to it, you lack a sense of security, and secondly, you will hit others if you have no friends.

"Russell, how did you do that?"

Deadpool looked confused, as he watched the whole process and found that Russell's only tool to build his armor was a hammer.

"Isn't that a superhero's class skill?"

"What?"

"In any case, there is a brand new uniform."

“……”

Deadpool was speechless, silently bowed his head, and sewed his hood with a needle and thread.

It's too bad, the new members are very talented, and they can create the world with a hammer, and he is under a lot of pressure as the captain. But he can't say it, he can pretend to be him, but armor is heretical, and he just likes the arrogant appearance of tights.

Seeing Deadpool struggling to sew his uniform, poking his fingers with needles from time to time, and trembling all over his body, Russell sneered, smelled the pleasant lemon sour smell in the air, and turned around to take out a bottle of red wine from the bookcase.

"Wade, do you want a glass of 82 Lafite?" Russell rang two goblets.

"Of course, in order to celebrate the return of Team X, a drink is a must."

Deadpool poured a full glass and drank it with a grunt, smacking his tongue and feeling that it didn't taste right. He didn't show it, for fear that he had drunk fake wine before, and questioning would make him seem that he was not strong enough.

"Wade, how does it taste?"

"It's okay, it's about the same as I used to drink."

"Yes, then I'll try it too......" Russell took a sip slightly, frowned, and said: "82 American knife Lafite, it's just average, I don't feel worth the price." ”

"Wait, you just said ...... Lafite ...... 82"

"That's right, 82 American knife Lafite!"

“……”

Deadpool gritted his teeth and sewed the uniform, put hemp on his body, and showed with practical actions that there was no underwear in the superhero's tight uniform.

"Now, superhero intern, let Deadpool's seniors teach you. On the road to professional heroes, you have successfully taken the first foot, and the next step is the second step, as a team hero organization of collective action, we have to have our own exclusive appearance pose. ”

"Well, I don't need to."

Russell was cold all over his body, and his intuition told him that Deadpool's so-called pose must be very pitiful, and his mind flashed to the Kinewt team, the top difficulty JOJO, and his eyes instantly became vigilant.

"No, this is the only way for a hero."

"Then I'm not a hero, I'm going to be a villain!"

“……”

Two minutes later, on the roof of the two-story building, a camera was set up, and two funny nine-section figures faced the rising sun, very seriously in the concave shape.

Deadpool gets down on one knee and raises his hands diagonally behind his back in the shape of a bird spreading its wings. Russell stood behind him with his head held high, one hand clenched into his abdomen, and the other fist held high.

"Russell, how are you feeling?"

"I feel like my IQ is decreasing!"

"Don't worry, man, I've got me to pull up the average."

"No, my IQ was lowered by you." Russell lowered his fist-clenched hand and covered his face.

“……”

"Wade, is this really good, isn't it too shameful? I even heard someone laughing! ”

"It's the laughter of the sand sculpture audience, I can hear it often, and it will be fine after a while, and I guarantee that if you don't listen to it a few times a day, you will feel uncomfortable."

Deadpool said, stopping what he was doing, walking over to the camera, admiring his heroic posture, and quickly becoming dissatisfied.

Because in the photo, he only showed two hands, and he was filming Russell almost the whole time.

"Hey man, that's not right! I'm in the wrong position, as the captain, the soul of Team X, I should be in the C position. ”

"Hehe, Green Lantern can't even stand in the C position!"

"I don't care, I just want to stand in the C position, do it again in the posture just now, this time I'll stand behind you."

"No, absolutely not later."

"I'm the captain!!"

"Captain, it's almost enough, it's time for the neighbors to get up and go to work, and if someone sees it, they will call the police."

Russell puts away his camera and pushes Deadpool back to the second floor, where the latter loudly BB to vent his frustration. After a while, he shut up and stopped talking, and took the picture and looked at it, which lasted for half an hour.

Normal people are eleven zodiac signs plus Virgo, Deadpool is different, he is neurotic. Therefore, when he exudes a lonely and lonely temperament seeking comfort, he must not be ignored, otherwise he will use the topic to play, and he will often get out of control.

Russell knew that at this time, if Deadpool was left for a while, no one would care, and he would be fine himself.

Deadpool pretended to be deep for half an hour, bored with himself, sneaked up to Russell, took the picture and said, "Man, I finally know what went wrong." ”

"That's right, it's your brain."

"I know, but that's not what I'm talking about......" Deadpool poked at the photo: "Two people can't pose, because triangles are the most stable structure, and Team X needs Parker!" ”

Russell: "......"

"Let's do it, let's go to Parker now, as far as I know about Wild Parker, his daily haunting places are not only the newspaper office, the school, but the single dormitory."

"Do you know where his dormitory is?"

"Of course, everything about him is under my control, I was lurking in it two days ago, but unfortunately he was not at home at that time, and I only found an original ......"

"Ahem!"

"An Original Spider-Man Uniform ......"

“……”

……

In a dilapidated apartment building, Peter Parker, a financially strapped Hangman, slumped at the head of his bed, his beard and messy hair, his bloodshot eyes lost their highlights.

It's been more than 40 hours since Mary Jane was captured by Doctor Octopus, and Parker searched for Doctor Octopus's whereabouts, but they ran away once during the encounter.

After that, Doctor Octopus never appeared again, and Parker searched the streets of New York for a whole night, and the thieves and robbers caught a lot, but he didn't even find the shadow of Doctor Octopus.

Parker was depressed, it was 40 hours after all, and God knows what would happen in the meantime.

Although Doctor Octopus is a scientific maniac, he loved his wife deeply before he went crazy and disdained other women, but he is not afraid of ten thousand, after all, Mary Jane is so good and perfect.

Boom!

The gate was kicked down!

That's right, the whole door fell to the floor, a big foot slowly retracted, and Deadpool walked into the room with a riotous step.

"Spider-Man Peter Parker, I read your resume, congratulations, you've been accepted by the ** Secret Service!"

“……”