Deadpool's finger just touched the energy shield.
There was a soft buzzing sound.
Little Headliner The light curtain in front of him collapsed without warning.
Before Deadpool could react, a thick arm tore through the air and gripped his shoulder tightly.
Bombsight was like a heavy cannon, rushing forward against Deadpool's body.
Boom!
The masonry wall next to it looked like it was made of paper, and a big hole was instantly knocked out by the two of them.
The violent kinetic energy had no intention of stopping. Bombsight gritted his teeth, ignoring the lacerated wound on his abdomen, and pushed Deadpool all the way.
After smashing three load-bearing walls in succession, the two finally stopped in a ruins.
In the dust that filled the sky, Bombsight pressed Deadpool hard into the pile of broken bricks, without giving the opponent a chance to draw his sword.
He raised his fist and hit the head hard with 100% force.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The dull sound of flesh colliding echoed in the ruins.
Every time a punch is struck, the ground will tremble.
Deadpool's head was knocked back and forth, and blood spattered along the texture of the mask.
But after just a few punches, Bombsight noticed something was wrong.
The red-clothed killer beneath him didn't scream, let alone beg for mercy.
On the contrary, he kept provoking.
"Oh... yes, that's right there..."
"Try harder, big man, haven't you eaten yet? Hit the right cheek. My right cheek is more resistant to beatings..."
He is playing tricks on him.
Realizing this, the anger in Bombsight's eyes was completely ignited.
The veins on his fists bulged out, pouring on the head like a pile driver.
Until there is a crisp "click" sound.
The head shattered into pieces and splashed all over the floor.
Deadpool's endless strange screams finally stopped.
Bombsight His arms softened, and he fell to the ground without strength.
He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.
He looked down and saw that the violent explosion just now caused the penetrating wound in his abdomen that had already stopped bleeding to burst again.
Blood dripped onto the gravel.
"Huh..."
Bombsight Covered his stomach, gritted his teeth, and stood up from the ground unsteadily.
He glanced at the headless corpse at his feet and slowly relaxed.
It seems that this lunatic is a strong man on the outside but a master at the same time. He only relies on the weapons in his hands to be special.
Once he gets close, his body cannot withstand his fist.
Bombsight didn't stop by the corpse for much longer.
He turned around, dragged his heavy steps, stepped on the broken bricks and rubble on the ground, and walked step by step towards the place where he had just landed.
He walked very slowly, but did not dare to stop for a moment.
He was afraid that if he left for too long, Little Headliner would think something had happened to him and do something stupid.
After passing through the last collapsed wall, Bombsight finally saw that familiar figure.
Little Headliner is running towards him anxiously.
Seeing that his lover was safe and sound, Bombsight's facial features stretched involuntarily.
He grinned and showed a somewhat proud smile.
He even made a plan in his mind, planning to walk over to her ear and show off.
He wanted to ask her:
Isn't your man's combo of moves handsome just now?
Is my strength still the same as before?
Bombsight smiled and raised his hand, wanting to say hello to Little Headliner who was not far away.
However.
The moment he raised his arms, the smile was still blooming on his face.
He suddenly felt a biting chill coming from his heart.
That's a very strange feeling.
There was no pain, he just felt something cold touching his heart.
Bombsight lowered his head numbly.
The tip of a knife dripping with blood was protruding from his chest.
The somewhat proud smile on his face froze.
Not far away, the expression on Little Headliner's face also solidified.
The eyes that were full of hope a second ago were now filled with despair.
She opened her mouth wide and wanted to shout, but no sound came out of her throat.
A burst of sticky footsteps sounded behind Bombsight.
"I have to say, your fists are indeed quite powerful."
It was a muffled sound, and it sounded like there was a mouthful of flesh and blood in the mouth.
Bombsight turned his head with difficulty and glanced out of the corner of his eye.
Deadpool is standing behind him.
The head that was supposed to be smashed into mud was now squirming at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The pink flesh buds were entangled with each other, and the skull made a clicking sound of reorganization.
Even though the chin has not fully grown, the incomplete mouth is still not idle.
"Unfortunately, my greatest strength is that I can resist beatings."
Deadpool held the handle of the knife, turned his wrist, and suddenly pulled out the long knife.
sneer.
Blood spurted out like a high-pressure water gun.
Without the support of the long knife, Bombsight could no longer stabilize his tall body.
His knees weakened and he knelt down heavily on the gravel-covered ground.
"No!"
Little Headliner finally shouted.
The old woman rushed over like a madman.
She hugged her lover who was about to fall, and tightly covered the hole in his chest that was bleeding out.
But I couldn't cover it up at all.
Warm liquid kept flowing out from between her dry fingers, staining her palms and sleeves red.
Bombsight lies in the arms of her lover.
He felt that the sounds around him were getting farther and farther away, and the edges of his vision began to be swallowed up by darkness.
He tried hard to open his mouth, trying to say something.
He wanted to tell her not to be afraid, and he wanted to say he was sorry, but he couldn't live with her in that country house with a yard.
But all that came up in his throat was large mouthfuls of blood foam.
His hand trembled and he raised it halfway up, wanting to touch Little Headliner's face for the last time, but he completely lost his last bit of strength in mid-air.
His hand fell weakly on the broken bricks, throwing up a small piece of dust.
Little Headliner stared blankly at the big hand that fell to the ground, tears bursting silently.
Deadpool shook off the blood on the blade and put the long knife back into the sheath behind his back.
He touched his cheek, which had just grown new skin, and walked up to the two of them.
"This is why I don't like to take on emotional scenes. It always makes everyone unhappy."
Deadpool sighed and shrugged,
"What a shame."
He sighed with pretense of regret.
"If you could call Lynn..."
"Maybe it's me who's lying on the ground now, not him."