Summer stepped forward, put on a black trench coat, put the gun in his inner pocket, walked out, walked back a kilometer away, Summer returned to the bar, this time without any hesitation, and walked directly into the small broken bar in front of him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The fiery atmosphere contrasts sharply with the deserted streets outside, where people seem to be sipping on wine as if they were celebrating Christmas, and in the summer they even see a couple of men and women "working" on a pool table in the center of the hall. And people don't seem to be surprised. The cacophony of sounds makes Summer's head buzz, and the customers here are obviously different from the people you meet on the street, the people here are more physique, and the invisible momentum is more compelling, and you can feel a little pressure inadvertently.

"In 2016?" Summer suddenly saw the time on the clock and was a little shocked. Obviously, there is a gap between the world I have entered and the previous main world. Maybe from a game perspective, as a copy, it's a no-brainer. But Summer, as a living person, lives here, which makes Summer a little overwhelmed.

"Well, new faces, come on, let me see." A voice came and burrowed into Summer's ears.

This is the first time since summer came into the world that it has been truly welcomed.

The weasel (bar owner) propped up the bar with both hands, watching the cold and silent man in front of him walk in, with a black coat, black trousers, and black military boots. What attracts people's attention even more is the dark eyes, which may be difficult for ordinary people to find, but in this group of arrogant mercenaries, they can see the bone-chilling coldness hidden in those dark eyes. This made the weasel's heart tremble a little, in fact, that welcome was also a weasel's forced smile.

It's good to put on a coat to hide your metal arms in the summer, otherwise, I don't know how much more turmoil it will cause. Even now, Summer is like a mercenary who has just come off the battlefield.

Most of the mercenaries in the bar, the moment they saw Summer enter here, were already on full alert and secretly observing Summer. In fact, this is not a special treatment for summer, for the mercenaries who are always on the tip of the knife, "careful" is the prerequisite for their survival. Because they don't know if some new stranger has come to kill them.

Seeing Summer sitting silently on the bar chair, the weasel couldn't help but be a little bolder, poked his head in front of Summer, sniffled, and then, his eyes lit up, and he boldly speculated: "The smell of blood, it seems that our bad boy legion is going to add another member?" ”

Summer frowned and said in a deep voice, "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't." ”

"Haha, I know, friend, you are very young, but you have a temperament that many people can't match. Trust my eyes, I've seen countless villains walking on the brink of death, but rarely have I seen anyone like you. The weasel was smug about his superb vision, and casually brought a bottle of beer to Summer, "You're so cool, new friend, would you like to have a drink?" ”

Summer silently looked at the weasel, unscrewed the cap of the beer bottle casually, looked up and poured, and saw the gambling board above. There are a lot of names of people and some monetary prices behind them.

"We're all betting on who's going to die, it's funny, do you want to bet?" The weasel saw Summer's eyes looking everywhere and opened his mouth to introduce.

Summer has been attracted by Wade's name, and the memory is becoming clearer, Wade is Deadpool...... So, where does the plot begin?

While Summer was still thinking about Deadpool, a white man with a pale face and a very weak state walked into the bar and sat down on the bar chair next to Summer.

"Give me a cup of '' and increase the dose, preferably for relaxation." The unique sound and eerie tone attract the attention of summer.

Summer turned his head and saw a very handsome white man who was similar to his own stature, and couldn't help but feel that Summer's eyes widened slightly, wasn't this person sitting next to him alive being Deadpool himself?

This is the broken mouth that just talked to himself? But why didn't he seem to know himself? Since there is a mission to obtain the orb of light to create Deadpool, does it mean that it has not yet begun? That is to say, the Deadpool who spoke to him just now is just a system prompt wrapped around Deadpool's shell.

Summer looked at Wade, who had not yet been disfigured, and felt infinite pity in his heart that this handsome face was going to become so ugly.

Deadpool, formerly known as Wade Wilson. This character is undoubtedly a very famous character in the Marvel Universe. This character has super popularity, not only because he is a powerful mercenary, good at melee combat, with two knives in the back, and a gun on the side of his legs, and he is decisive in killing. is also because he has the attribute of "chattering", which makes him very happy whether in comics or movies.

This fellow, who was originally a human mercenary, was targeted by a spy after suffering from cancer, and promised to cure Wade's cancer. Desperate, Wade had no choice but to contact the mysterious spy, and as a result, Wade was taken to a black factory, and suffered a lot of pain and torture, and finally induced the mutant gene in his body and obtained the super healing mutant ability. However, the price was that Wade's skin was disgusting, like a rotting Shar Pei.

Of course, these are all settings in the dungeon. After Wade became Deadpool, he has a super self-healing ability, which is difficult to kill, and, most talked-about, he has an ability that all characters in the Marvel Universe cannot understand, breaking through the fourth wall, and directly talking to the audience in front of the screen, that is, Deadpool knows that he is a movie character...... This setting is indeed very strange.

Summer didn't know what to say, facing such a battle-hardened mercenary with rich life experience, Summer didn't think that she could become friends with the other party with just a few words.

"You stinky little ghost! What are you staring at me all the time? Are you old enough to enter a bar? Get out of here, this is where Mom and Dad come in! Wade rubbed Summer's head and said with a hippie smile, "Is this your Halloween costume?" My God, do you know how far away we are from that damn festival right now? What are you trying to become? Facial paralysis weirdos? ”

Summer frowned, Wade's poisonous tongue would look very enjoyable when spraying others, but it would be less comfortable to be the target of the spray.

"You look like you're going to die." Summer leaned closer to Wade's body and spoke.

"Uh-huh. Imp, let go of your hands, that's not something you should touch, I don't want to teach you a lesson, and I don't want it to go off fire in your head. Wade spoke, as if the words that came out of his mouth had not been thought by his brain, and after he finished speaking, his face became solemn, and he did not smell the strong smell of wine on this little ghost, but a trace of blood.