After Evan woke up, he didn't rush to the lottery, but went to the underground laboratory, intending to further improve the fire control system he had improved based on Heimerdinger's drawings.

As his earliest inheritance, the weapon technology from Jinx has long been integrated by him, whether it is the "force field cane" or the "displacement gear" or even the "mood regulator", there are a lot of Jinx's energy cores and energy transmission technology in it.

Although he is now using the "Force Field Staff", and this new equipment is indeed very useful, due to the problem of energy core, sometimes the lethality is not at all comparable to the weapons made by Jinx to destroy.

Not to mention compared to Tony's new armor form that the boy jokingly called "Super Two".

However, if you give up the "force field cane" and change back to the previous laser weapon, it will fall into a disadvantage in terms of self-protection and the use of some functions.

After all, even with some of Jinx's combat experience, Evan is still as far away as a "Vega Catherine" between the masters of crime.

Therefore, after careful consideration, the boy planned to improve Jinx's laser weapon to a second degree through the drawings extracted from Heimerdinger, so as to make it more suitable for his usage habits and fighting style.

Originally, he wanted to make it with the "Mood Regulator", but after observing and studying Vi's "Gauntlets" and learning some of Jace's techniques, the inspiration that came to the boy led the boy to overturn his previous design.

There is enough time for him to make any compromises because he is in a hurry, and excellence is the best choice at the moment.

"Intelligently selecting targets is indeed a difficult point for the fire control system, maybe I can use Ionia's enchantment technology to make a pseudo-auxiliary core first, at least the 'emotion regulator' has confirmed that that technology does have the possibility of replacing artificial intelligence to some extent. ”

After a good rest, the boy's mind became clearer and clearer, and he was completely immersed in the ocean of science, and it was not until a red ball rolled in front of his eyes that he angrily diverted his attention from the research work at hand.

"Bang-"

The rolling red ball slammed into the post with a muffled thud, and it wasn't until he watched the other man groan and get up from the ground that Evan, with a black line, realized that it was not a ball, but a sneaker in a red bodysuit.

"The first time I saw Tumbling sneak in, wrapping his head inside his body, are you sure you can see the way that way?"

Looking at the tightly dressed man rubbing his back against him, Evan reached out and beckoned the "Force Field Cane" not far away.

"Who?"

The man in the tight coat jumped around, got down on one knee, and reached for the hilt of the knife crossed over his back.

"Oh?"

Evan raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't notice it when he turned his back to him, and when the other party turned around, the black eyes, the bright red tights and the iconic double knives all explained the identity of the other party - Deadpool.

"Ah, I've seen you, in the photo, you're ......" Deadpool got up from the ground, his hands off the hilt, and replaced it with a pensive gesture touching his chin: "Yes, Evan Glazer, genius inventor and monopoly." ”

"That's right," Ivan nodded, adding, "But you missed the point, the place you came from is the underground laboratory of my villa, in other words, it's called illegal infiltration into a private residence." ”

"Wait," Deadpool stretched out his hand to make a stop gesture, looked at the boy opposite, and asked with a puzzled expression, "This is your house?"

Seeing the boy nodding, he walked around irritably, muttering: "That client has a sick brain, why should he write an address that has nothing to do with the target on the back of the photo!"

"I rode the tram around for more than three hours to find this place, and I was told I was wrong?"

"Maybe you're right!"

Evan gave the other party who was talking to himself an answer, and he was pointed.

"That's right," Deadpool slapped his forehead and turned to the boy and said viciously, "Boy, hand over the Hulk's shorts!"

"Hulk?shorts?"

Seeing that the other party's appearance was not like a joke, Evan, who had a plan in his heart, rolled his eyes and continued: "Then you're late, Bruce, the one who can transform into the Hulk, just left my house, in fact, if you could have come an hour earlier, you could still meet him, now...... Tut-tut......"

"Damn," Deadpool snorted and kicked the pillar next to him, muttering, "If it weren't for the hard to find parking space, I'd have been there!"

"You know, you people in the Langsmanton neighborhood are really unfriendly, I obviously put the tram in the parking space, but just two steps away, a car came over and not only hit my car, not to mention, but also robbed my parking space!"

"The most annoying thing is that the staff of the hotel still doesn't help me speak, it's just ......"

"It's actually a good thing to think about it another way," the boy said interrupting Deadpool's chatter, grinning, "Otherwise, you'd have been hammered into a cookie by now." ”

"Think about what your wife would say at your funeral?"

Evan pretended to cry and said in a hoarse voice: "Oh, dear, I said I asked you to buy cookies, but I didn't say that I wanted you to become cookies, or strawberry jam filling, you know, I hate strawberries the most......"

"You seem to have a lot of distrust in my abilities, little friend. ”

Deadpool leaned against the pillar behind him, twisting his body and said.

Ivan didn't speak, just made a tumbling back and forth gesture with his other free hand into a fist.

"What you saw was an accident, an accident, you know, that I didn't notice the steps under my feet as I walked forward and rolled straight down, but," Deadpool held up a finger, "notice the twist, it's very important, like the strawberry jam you spread on toast, phew, butter. ”

"Excuse me, excuse me, I never butter my toast. ”

"Don't make a fuss," Deadpool shook his hand charmingly, "I don't have an appetite for dry bread." ”

"If you don't have an appetite, go with foie gras or tuna sauce. ”

"How expensive is that!"

"I seem to ...... There is no shortage of money. ”

Deadpool looked at the innocent-looking boy, slapped his chest twice, and was silent for a long time before continuing: "Let's skip this topic and talk about foie gras, no, let's talk about the turning point." ”

"Although the accident just now may make me look very amateurish, children, really professional players are good at disguise, this is a kind of deception, a deception that makes others let down their guard. ”

"Do you think I really didn't notice the stairs under my feet, how could it be, this is a strategy, strategy do you know, this is a professional word, yes, I am very professional, people who have heard of my deeds call me ...... in fear"

"Deadpool, or rather...... Wade Wilson?"

The boy's words made Deadpool stunned for a moment, and his hands touched the hilt of the knife again: "You know me?"

"I've seen you, in books. ”

Evan still had a relaxed expression on his face, and he didn't take the other party's guard to heart.

"Which book, Time Magazine?"

Deadpool asked matter-of-factly, "Which issue, is it the cover character?"

"A textbook for middle school physiology and health classes!"