Swish--
It's the sound of pencil writing.
Everyone turned their heads following the sound.
Black Noir is lowering his head and writing something quickly on the paper with a short pencil.
Soon, he tore off the page of paper, stood up silently, and handed the paper to Lynn.
Lynn took the note and glanced at the writing on it.
It reads:
Why would John from other worlds easily trust that guy named Deadpool?
Can someone come to this world with just one empty word?
Lynn smiled after reading it.
He put the note on the table and answered the question:
"A video, or a few candid photos of Long Island Estate, letting them see with their own eyes what John's current life is, is enough to completely ignite their jealousy."
However, Black Noir, who was standing opposite, did not nod after hearing these words.
But put pen to paper again.
Lynn looked at Black Noir's movements and was a little confused at first.
But when Black Noir pushed the second written note in front of him, the smile in the corners of Lynn's eyes froze.
He stared at the neat handwriting on the note with a solemn expression.
John, who was sitting next to him, was keenly aware of the dramatic change in Lynn's mood.
"What's wrong?"
John frowned and leaned over to take a look at the note.
Lynn took a deep breath, held the edge of the note with his fingers, raised his eyes and looked around at the people around the dining table.
"Black Noir caught a blind spot that I overlooked."
Lynn's voice is deep,
"Yes, using a scene showing the warm life of John and his family can indeed 100% incite those Parallel Universe's Homelander."
He paused and asked the fatal question.
"But where can Deadpool get these videos and photos?"
There was silence in the restaurant.
Lynn unfolds the logic of Black Noir:
"There is no story about John and Lynn in other worlds, let alone another happy Long Island Estate."
"In other words, if Deadpool wants to get video materials that can be used as bait, he cannot fabricate them out of thin air in other worlds."
Lynn's eyes gradually became sharper.
"The only way he wants these materials is to go to our world in person and take secret photos near Long Island Estate!"
John suddenly became enlightened after hearing this.
"If that's the case..."
John's breathing became a little heavy,
"Maybe he hasn't taken the photo back yet, and those Parallel Universe people haven't seen the video yet!"
Lynn nodded, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"That's right."
Lynn took over John's words,
"This also means that before this catastrophe really breaks out, Deadpool himself must first appear in our world."
As long as he shows up in this world.
Just catch him before he presses the shutter or leaves this Universe with the video, and kill that bastard right here.
Then this so-called Multiverse crisis will be strangled in the cradle.
Just when everyone in the restaurant felt excited.
jingle bell--
A rapid ringing of the phone suddenly rang in the living room, interrupting everyone's thoughts.
Lynn frowned and turned to look at the landline phone in the living room.
The perspective switches back to Vought Village.
As John left, the atmosphere in the room relaxed.
Bombsight took off his jacket and put it on the back of the chair.
He pulled up a wooden stool, sat opposite Little Headliner, and held her hand.
"After a while, after my ability is washed away, we will move away."
Bombsight looked into his lover's eyes, full of longing for the future.
"Go to the countryside where no one knows us, buy a small house with a yard, you can plant some flowers you like, and I will accompany you for a walk every morning, and then go dancing in the evening."
Little Headliner Listening to these dreamed lives, his eyes turned red again, but he couldn't help but smile and nodded.
This is the life they have always wanted.
Boom, boom, boom.
Just as the two of them were describing the future in low voices, there was a sudden knock on the door.
The smile on Bombsight's face disappeared.
He stood up and blocked Little Headliner behind him.
"Who is it?"
Bombsight stared at the wooden door and asked in a deep voice.
There was silence outside the door for two seconds.
Then, a muffled voice came through the door panel:
"It's me, Su Daqiang."
"???"
Bombsight is confused.
"Who?"
Bombsight asked back, walking lightly and slowly leaning towards the door.
The moment he walked behind the door, he was less than half a meter away from the door panel.
Tsk!
Without any warning, the door panel exploded into a cloud of sawdust.
A slender blade was like a poisonous snake spitting a message, penetrating the wooden door without any hindrance and piercing Bombsight's abdomen.
The cold blade cut through the flesh, and a sharp tip with blood beads suddenly appeared along his back.
Severe pain was sweeping through his body.
But Bombsight didn't hesitate at all, and he didn't even have time to wonder why this knife could cut through his body like tofu.
He didn't even lower his head to look at the wound. His legs suddenly exerted force, and he took a few steps backwards, forcing his body to pull out of the long knife.
The blood instantly stained the shirt red.
Bombsight didn't even hum, turned around and picked up Little Headliner who hadn't reacted yet.
Boom!
He smashed the glass window directly.
With glass particles flying all over the sky, the two of them rushed out of the house like cannonballs and flew towards the window at full speed.
Squeak--
The door was pushed open slowly from the outside.
The person who came was wearing a red and black tight-fitting uniform, with two scabbards crossed on his back, and a camera hanging on his chest incongruously.
Deadpool walked to the broken window.
He raised a hand to his forehead and looked out through the window frame.
"Running so fast."
Deadpool put down his hand and shook his head in distress.
He lowered his head and fiddled with Polaroid, and sighed heavily.
"I just wanted to take a group photo and find out how to get to Lynn's residence. Are you so scared? Superheroes really doesn't know how to treat guests right now."
While muttering, he turned around and his eyes fell on the shocking pool of blood on the ground.
That was what Bombsight sprayed out when he forcibly pulled out the knife.
Deadpool squatted down, stretched out his fingers and wiped a handful of blood on the blood, then put it in front of the mask and looked at it.
"But the good news is, he can't fly very far."
Deadpool stood up, patted the dust on his hands, and left in a swaggering manner.