There was a loud bang.
A figure hit the street in New York City district from mid-air. The asphalt road cracked in large areas, gravel flew everywhere, and a huge crater was created.
The surrounding crowd was stunned for a second, and then they burst out into terrified screams and fled in all directions like a flock of frightened birds.
In the center of the pit, Bombsight knelt on one knee and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
Little Headliner rushed over desperately, holding his shoulders tightly with both hands.
"I'm fine."
Bombsight raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled at his lover.
The long knife that penetrated the abdomen did cause severe injuries, but for Supe who had been injected with Original Compound V.
This type of physical penetrating injury is far from fatal.
Although he is very weak now.
As long as you give him enough time, even this kind of transparent blood hole from front to back can be Reparo.
But the smile on his lips quickly faded.
"You go first."
Bombsight held Little Headliner's hand and spoke decisively.
Afraid of worrying Little Headliner, he didn't explain much.
But his intuition told him that the ruthless lunatic would never let them go and would definitely pursue them.
Little Headliner shook his head vigorously.
"I'm not leaving."
She clung to the man's arm, her voice trembling but extremely firm,
"My shield can block attacks. If I leave, you will be at the mercy of others in this state!"
Bombsight took a deep look at Little Headliner.
He glanced at his abdomen, which was still bleeding, and knew that what Little Headliner said was right.
In his current condition, he couldn't even display half of his usual speed. Being left alone to face the unknown killer at this time was tantamount to courting death.
Without further argument, Bombsight reached into his trouser pocket decisively, took out the flip phone, and prepared to call Lynn directly for help.
But the moment he pressed the first number.
Crunch--
The screeching sound of brakes sounded at the edge of the pit.
A bright yellow taxi stopped in front of the two people.
The car door opened, and a man wearing red and black tights and carrying two Samurai Swords walked out swaggeringly.
Deadpool looked down at the two people in the pit and patted the dust on his hands:
"You're lucky. Fortunately, you landed in the business district. Taxis are really easy to get here."
The moment he saw the person clearly, Little Headliner didn't hesitate and pushed forward with both hands.
With a buzzing sound, a translucent energy shield instantly unfolded, like an inverted bowl, tightly covering her and Bombsight.
However, Deadpool paid no attention to the flashing shield.
He turned around and took out a thick brown paper bag from nowhere.
He walked to the taxi cab, followed the lowered window, and threw the paper bag into the passenger seat.
"I'm sorry, brother, I just kidnapped you and drove all the way. This bag of stuff is just the fare. You should leave quickly."
Deadpool waved his hand inside.
The driver in the car was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he waved his hands tremblingly, not daring to touch the heavy bag.
"No... no need... I don't want..."
The very next moment the driver refused.
Deadpool's originally easy-going movements suddenly froze.
Then, as if he had switched personalities, he stuck his head through the car window and roared at the driver at the top of his lungs:
"If you are told to take it, just take it quickly! I see that there is a wife and child in the photo on your dashboard, so I will treat it as if I am doing good deeds to help you! Get out of here!"
The driver was so frightened by this sudden rage that he subconsciously hugged the paper bag into his arms.
He nodded his thanks repeatedly, and then stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
The taxi jumped out like an arrow and disappeared around the corner in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this absurd scene, Bombsight in the shield frowned.
"Who are you anyway?"
Bombsight stared at the red figure and asked in a deep voice,
"We have never met and we have no grievances. Why do you want to kill me?"
Deadpool turned around and tilted his head.
The white eye sockets on the mask narrowed slightly, smiling creepily:
"Who said we don't know each other? I've killed several of you with my own hands, hehe."
Hearing these words, Bombsight's heart sank completely.
This is a lunatic who cannot communicate at all.
He calmly adjusted his breathing, and his thigh muscles began to tighten.
He quickly calculated the distance and angle in his mind. As long as the opponent was close to the shield, he would forcefully remove the defense and break the lunatic's neck at the cost of tearing the wound.
Little Headliner, who was standing aside, could clearly feel the tense muscles of the man next to him.
Decades of tacit understanding allowed her to instantly guess Bombsight's counterattack plan.
She knew that the other party needed time to accumulate strength.
So, Little Headliner took a deep breath and took the initiative to attract Deadpool's attention.
"There is obviously no grudge, why do you do this to us?"
She looked at Deadpool, her tone slowed down,
"Actually, I know that you are a good person."
Upon hearing this, the leg Deadpool had just taken stopped in mid-air.
"Oh?"
He put down his feet with great interest, crossed his arms on his chest,
"Old lady, how did you know that I am a good person?"
Little Headliner raised his chin slightly and pointed in the direction where the taxi left just now.
"You just gave that driver a large sum of money and asked him to go home to find his wife and children. Bad people will not care about an ordinary family."
Deadpool After listening, not only was he not moved, but he let out a deep chuckle.
The laughter grew louder and louder, and finally turned into unbridled laughter.
"Hahahaha..."
Deadpool laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight and looked at Little Headliner, "Old lady, who told you that the paper bag contained money?"
With that said, Deadpool slowly took out a purple remote control from the tactical pocket on his waist.
Just press it lightly.
"Oh ~"
"Sorry, I got the wrong one."
Deadpool looked as normal and took out another black remote control.
His thumb was on the red detonation button.
Just press it lightly.
Boom!
At the far end of the street corner, a huge orange-red fireball shot into the sky.
The dull explosion shook the ground.
Black smoke billowed down the street.
Little Headliner stared blankly at the burning fire at the end of the street, his face as pale as paper.
A second ago, she was trying to use her kindness to speculate on the killer, and even thought that the other person let an innocent driver go.
As a result, the next second, this lunatic used the cruelest method to tear her innocence to pieces.
The driver died.
What she thought was life had turned into a ball of minced meat.
"Look, I sent him to heaven, and now he definitely doesn't have to worry about mortgage or car payments."
Deadpool casually threw the remote control on the ground and made a sign of the cross on his chest in a serious manner.
"Now, do you still think I am a good person?"
Bombsight didn't look at the fire in the distance, his bloodshot eyes stared at Deadpool's every move.
Facing this kind of monster with no bottom line and no sense of morality, any communication is a waste of life.
Deadpool obviously lost interest in chatting.
He walked to the edge of the shield, raised his hand and knocked twice on the light screen.
"Okay, the sensational part is over, open the door, old guy."