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On one side of the battle are several VTOL fighters equipped with the world's most advanced military weapons, and on the other side is a single green figure - does it look like a close battle? Well, it's really not. It's just that it was those heavily armed fighters that were unilaterally crushed.

If this air battle had lasted a little longer, the Russian military would have rushed to the scene to intervene. But it ended so quickly, from the outbreak of the fierce battle to the fact that the last fighter was cut off by a giant pair of scissors and fell, it only took about three or five minutes.

However, although these fighters are completely inadequate in front of Eric, as the mastermind behind the scenes, they can mobilize such a level of combat power in Russia, and the energy should not be underestimated.

Who the guy called "Odysseus" is, in fact, Eric is also a little concerned.

But that's not the first issue, so I'll leave it aside. After settling the battle, Eric first descends back in search of Deathknell, but he is nowhere to be found.

Eric rose into the air and searched the neighborhood twice, but found nothing. If he stays any longer, the Russian army may come to intervene, and he will have to retreat temporarily.

But where did the death knell go? With his injuries, he shouldn't have recovered so quickly, and he wouldn't be able to walk far.

Unless...... What other helpers does he have?

Eric's guess was partly correct, that Deathstroke did get help from someone, but it wasn't the "helper" he was expecting.

When Knell opened his lead-filled eyelids, he was greeted by a dim light from the broken window hung with cobwebs. There was a heavy dust in the air, and the smell of blood - of course, it was his own.

In addition to a mess of internal injuries and broken bones, Knell felt that a piece of his head might have been blown off from the explosion of a stray bullet. But if that's all it doesn't matter, he's been in a worse situation anyway, and his powerful self-healing factor will fix everything.

He was more concerned about what happened before he fell into a coma than that.

"Yo." On the side of the death knell, I saw a guy wrapped in a red tight leather coat with black circles on the eyes of the mask was lazily leaning on the sofa on one side, with one foot on the armrest of the sofa.

"Wade?"

"It's amazing that you remember our names. Ha, since that day I was cheated by you, I have dreamed every day that you have forgotten us. ”

Death Knell frowned slightly.

He used "we" to refer to himself, which was his personal quirk, and it sounded like he was not wrong. But how is this possible? He should have been dead.

The guy's name is Wade Wilson, and the international code name is "Deadpool". Like Deathbell, he is a mercenary, and he may even be crowned "the world's number one mercenary". And the reason why the industry gave this glorious title to Death Knell is mainly because Deadpool is notoriously flawed - his personality is extremely eccentric, and he talks too much, which makes employers have to make a big discount when considering it.

But in terms of mission efficiency and personal ability alone, it is said that he does not lose the death knell at all.

But in fact, these two top mercenaries haven't actually met for years, and their first meeting was nearly a month ago. And for both of them, it was not a pleasant memory.

A month ago.

It was a task that could be a bit difficult for the average mercenary. The target's name is Jan Riff Bird, an engineer who is a former German scientist and now an arms dealer. He travelled around Europe on a private jet with a real arsenal of weapons and munitions. And his clients will help him pay the customs duties for each stay.

The particular trip that caused the death knell's employer concern seemed to have information that Bird would sell nuclear secrets to the Iranians, which caused quite a stir at the time. The client pays Death Knell to stop Bird by killing him and bringing back the confidential briefcase. And given the political considerations and the cumbersome formalities, the mission requires that you not risk landing on the ground.

It may not have been a very difficult mission for Deathstroke in his mercenary career, but his employer didn't think so. Obviously, because the employer felt that this mission was too important, he was not very comfortable alone, so he hired a mercenary Deadpool, who was as famous as Deathbell, to cooperate and let them complete the mission side by side.

Maybe this customer has good intentions. But for the death knell, it's a nightmare.

From the moment they boarded the plane and took off, Deadpool didn't stop talking for a second. His mouth was like a machine gun with the bullet infinite cheats turned on, and the talk went on and on. If it's just that, it's okay, but he can always come up with some weird cheap jokes, and there are a few times when Knell almost can't hold back and can't help but want to pull out his sword and cut off his cheap mouth, and finally he still holds it down.

According to the plan, when they chased Jan Ruifu Bird's private plane into the sky, the cabin door opened at an altitude of 10,000 meters. Knell gear up, put on his two-color mask, and leaped down from the cabin with a sword in both hands, landing on top of the private jet below, stabbing the blade into the metal shell to hold his body in place.

"Yay~ Whew! I've wanted to play like this for a long time! ”

The one who jumped down screaming and jumping down behind him was undoubtedly Deadpool. He jumped onto the roof of the plane in the same motion as a death knell, stabbed his sword into the shell of the plane and secured it, screaming with excitement like a child playing bungee jumping.

Deathbell glanced at him in disgust, but at the same time he was surprised that this unscrupulous creature could jump from this height without wearing any protective gear, including an oxygen mask, and it seemed that this guy's name was not blown out.

Thinking in his heart, the movement of Knell's hand did not stop for a moment. He reached out and grabbed the door of the plane, and with a single force he ripped it all down, throwing it away like a mass of waste paper, and being left behind by the wind.

"Awesome! Cock exploded! Deadpool exclaimed without hesitation, "Seriously, man, how do you usually exercise?" Do you do calisthenics every day or something? ”

Deathstroke still chose to ignore him, and the two of them flew into the cabin one after the other. The black-clad bodyguards jumped up and rushed towards the two of them, but unfortunately in front of the world's top two mercenaries, these people were really not even appetizers. In less than two minutes, they lay on their backs in the cabin, the floor painted blood red.

"If I were you, I would have taken the opportunity to beg for mercy." As Deathstroke grabbed the box containing the classified contents and began to prepare to plant the C4 bomb, Deadpool grabbed the poor Mr. Bird like an idle man, "Let me tell you a secret, don't look at this guy as a fierce god now, in fact, if you plead, maybe he will consider letting you go." ”

Deathstroke loaded the explosives, glanced at him, lifted the mission target's briefcase, inserted the longsword back into its scabbard, and began to walk out of the cabin.

"I'm sorry, my friend seems to be done." Deadpool patted Mr. Bird on the shoulder, who was tied up and held to his mouth, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Trust me, I don't want to leave you here to die, but...... Well...... It's not a personal vendetta, it's just a mission, you know. Deadpool said, pausing, turning to Death Knell, who was about to jump off the plane, and asked, "Wait, man, how long is your bomb set to explode?" ”

Deathbell squinted at him.

"Now."

"Huh?" Deadpool scratched his head, "You must be kidding, right?" ”

"Nope." Death Knell said lightly, jumped off the cabin, and added before leaving, "This is a personal vendetta." ”

In the next second, the flames from the C4 blasted instantly engulfed the entire cabin, and the powerful force dismantled the body into pieces, and poor Deadpool was thrown on the plane by him, and was engulfed in flames along with the airframe.