Wade Wilson, an ordinary name.

The name has appeared on a record of babies born in a country hospital, on a registration form in a police juvenile detention center, on a U.S. Army recruitment program, and on a highly irregular "Weapon X mutant breeding program".

"Gan! If this memetic company that can cure cancer had come along sooner, would I still have to participate in that X Weapon program and let those damn dog mongrels ruin my handsome and dashing looks? ”

Wade Wilson, or Deadpool, was lying on the couch in a dilapidated apartment in a black-and-red full-body bodysuit, watching the evening news on the television. There are more dirty words that pop out of the mouth and need to be coded than normal words in a sentence.

"It is reported that the stem cell artificial organ replacement surgery developed by meme company has been piloted in more than 200 hospitals and clinics in 16 states across the United States.

The female presenter who broadcasts the evening news on the television has a beautiful face, her blonde hair hangs languidly over her shoulders, and her unremarkable professional clothes stick to her body, outlining an exaggerated arc that other working women do not have.

Deadpool yawned, pulled out his katana from his back, and scratched his ass back and forth with the wooden scabbard, "It's boring....."

As a nosy-minded slut, Deadpool is extremely unusually in a situation of emptiness, with no one to hack, no money to make, and no chick to soak.

For him, a stable and unwavering life is like a desperate backwater, excitement and chaos, blood and cigarettes are all that this mercenary seeks.

So, he got up from the couch.

Deadpool let out a breath of turbidity, stared in the mirror, and stared at his body under the bodysuit, which was not burly but had well-defined muscle lines and contained terrifying explosive power.

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The two katanas were unsheathed, the sharp blades reflecting the warm and cold light of Qinghong in the moonlight, and the straight blood groove on them was like a grinning lip, trying to lick the blood tonight.

Deadpool closed the curtains and, with a thud, pressed his two katanas against the beige mottled curtain cloth, and sat down at the computer desk with instant noodles and cigarette butts.

Turn on the power, plug in your headphones, and browse the web.

Deadpool is a warrior with the hands of a warrior, and these calloused hands will listen to the wails of countless lives tonight.

A roll of paper is placed on the left side of the keyboard, like a silent tombstone, about to witness the moment of life passing away like fireworks.

Unfortunately, the quiet night was interrupted.

The sound of a fight could be heard from the roof of the dilapidated apartment.

It's not unusual, New York is a big city, and there are countless aliens lurking here.

Those who possess supernatural powers are often caught in inexplicable battles, on secluded rooftops, in the streets and alleys, and in the heart of the city. New Yorkers have long been accustomed to this noisy and pompous life, and so has Deadpool.

So, he turned up the volume buttons on his headphones to the maximum, trying to cut out the noise and immerse himself in the battle.

However, the fight on the roof continued, and the gunshots rang out like firecrackers, obscuring the beautiful music in the headphones.

Deadpool, furious.

He clicked the mouse and asked the pay-per-view movie on his computer to stop playing for the time being, so as not to miss the highlights.

He was going to check the rooftops, and if it didn't matter, he was going to cut down those who had disturbed his interest into useless parts that could not be reworked.

The blade is behind him, the gun is at his waist, and Deadpool zips up.

Tread, step, step.

Footsteps rang out in the lonely staircase, and Deadpool kicked open the iron door on the rooftop, shouting, "You damn stinky-stupid-bastards, don't you know how to restrain a little bit at night?" Do you understand the civil law?! I scavenged with your blood..."

The words were cut off suddenly.

Because of the two people who are fighting on the rooftop, Deadpool happens to know each other.

One of the young men was a little thin, wearing a red and blue bodysuit decorated with white cobweb patterns, and a cobble-like viscous silk thread spurted from his wrists, his body tossed and turned, flexible and light, barely evading the attack.

The other strong man was tall and burly, dressed in black and yellow full-body armor, and the weapons in his hand were two katana swords like Deadpool, and even the shape of the handle was the same as Deadpool.

The two men who were fighting to the death stopped in unison after Deadpool roared.

The tall and strong man held the hilt of his knife and asked Deadpool uncertainly, "Wade?" ”

This person is none other than Wade Wilson's cousin, Slade Wilson, the former mercenary who was captured and reformed by Leon - Deathstroke.

The emaciated young man stopped spitting spider silk and frowned at Wade and asked, "Deadpool?" ”

This person is none other than Deadpool's mouthbroken friend, who claims to be the guardian of Queens who everyone loves the boy next door - Spider-Man.

Wade Wilson, or Deadpool, scratched his head and held back a sentence: "What, the water has washed the Dragon King Temple, the family doesn't fight the family, let's go into the house and talk." ”

Embarrassment, came.

Deathbell stood silently, his eyes jumping back and forth between Deadpool and Spider-Man, and said in a deep voice, "You two know each other? ”

"He.... Sort of my friend..."Deadpool replied awkwardly, "Did he mess with you?" Or cousin, where did you get the order? But I don't think anyone will reward him at a high price. ”

"Who do you say is the poor ghost?" Spider-Man clasped his hands in front of his chest rather unhappily and complained: "I was fighting criminals, but I was attacked by someone for some reason, and I fled all the way, if it weren't for my agile body, I'm afraid I would have hit the street a long time ago..."

"Alright, alright, you don't have to say a word." Deadpool glared at the little spider, licked his face and flattered Deathstroke, "What, cousin, can I ask who gave you the order?" ”

"I'll tell you who hired me, and then you're going to kill my employer so that I, who have always followed a work ethic, don't go after your friends, right?"

Although wearing a helmet, Deadpool could probably guess that Deathstroke rolled his eyes at the moment.

"Hehe, cousin, you're so witty." Deadpool rubbed his hands together and said eagerly, "And aren't we all mercenaries like that?" After eating Party A, Party B eats, the plaintiff eats the defendant, and the target eats the employer...."

"Forget it, your friends are just one on a long list anyway." Deathbell shook his head, put the knife away, and turned to leave.

He walked straight to the edge of the rooftop, turned his face slightly, and hesitated for a moment before whispering to Deadpool, "By the way, Wade, you'd better not go out these days." Fortunately, it was me who came this time, and if it were someone else, I am afraid that even you would suffer. ”

Deadpool was stunned and was about to catch up with him to ask for details, but Deathstroke had already jumped off the rooftop and hid in the dark alley below.

Spider-Man leaned over to him, looked at Deadpool's slightly distracted expression, and asked curiously, "What did your cousin just tell you?" ”

Deadpool was silent for a moment, then turned his head and replied, "Have you noticed that there seem to be a lot fewer other outliers in New York City these days?" As if they had completely disappeared and evaporated from the world, where had they gone? ”