Deadpool deliberately dragged out his words for a long time.
Killing people and punishing the heart is his favorite repertoire.
However.
Little Headliner knelt on the ground, holding Bombsight's gradually cold body with both hands.
She was like a statue that had lost its soul. Except for the tears that were silently falling down its wrinkles, her whole person was lifeless.
Deadpool feels a bit boring.
But it's boring and a bit weird.
As a killer who has killed countless people in countless Universes, he knows very well how people react in desperate situations.
When she heard this, she should either pounce on him and bite him like a crazy woman, or she should break down and cry bitterly.
But she did nothing.
This kind of calmness is so abnormal.
Deadpool Slowly squat down.
He brought his face closer, almost touching the tip of Little Headliner's nose.
Little Headliner finally raised his head.
His cloudy eyes stared at the red and black monster in front of him.
There was no fear in her eyes, only numbness and determination.
Deadpool tilted his head and looked at the eyes carefully through the mask.
"There's something wrong with your reaction, old lady."
Deadpool lowered his voice, completely put away his joking tone, and brought on a sense of scrutiny.
"When you heard me mention Lynn, you didn't feel sorry at all. Logically speaking, he is your only life-saving straw."
He stretched out a finger and waved it next to Little Headliner's bloody cheek.
"Do you... know something?"
Deadpool doesn't expect to get a response. It's fun to entertain yourself with desperate people.
However, he got a response.
"Maybe she knows."
A calm voice sounded behind Deadpool without warning.
Deadpool's pupils suddenly shrank.
His perception was far beyond that of ordinary people, but until the voice sounded close to the back of his head, he didn't even notice a breath.
He turned his head suddenly, and his hand habitually touched the handle of the knife behind his back.
There was nothing behind him except the collapsed brick wall.
Before he could figure out where the sound came from.
Boom!
A ball of blazing white light exploded directly in front of Deadpool's eyes like a flash bomb.
The strong light instantly deprived Deadpool of his vision.
Deadpool subconsciously closed his eyes tightly, leaving only a pale whiteness in front of his eyes.
In this brief second when he lost his vision.
A gust of wind blew against his body.
Deadpool felt a lightness on his back, and the two long knives disappeared.
Several Pistols on his belt were also violently ripped away.
Before he could even open his mouth to curse.
He felt a tightness on his body, as if he was tied up with something.
Ten seconds later.
The dazzling feeling brought by the white light slowly faded away.
Deadpool blinked hard, shook off the afterimages at the edge of his vision, and finally saw the situation in front of him clearly.
The ruins are still the same ruins.
However, there was a row of people in front of him.
Lynn put his hands in his pockets and stood in the middle.
John stood beside Lynn, looking down at him.
Next to him, Reggie was throwing away Samurai Sword that was snatched from behind him out of boredom.
Annie shook his wrist, which was still shimmering.
Tommy and Kevin stand on the left and right.
There is also a Golden Retriever that looks like an aircraft carrier, grinning.
Deadpool looked at these evil stars falling from the sky, even though they were tied into a rice dumpling with iron chains, he still curled his lips.
"Wow, Long Island Estate all-star lineup."
Deadpool twisted his painful shoulder and complained,
"Lynn Grandpa, it turns out you were so young when you were young."
"But what's the use of you coming now? It's too late."
Lynn ignored his gag.
He just looked at the madman in front of him calmly.
Deadpool feels that something is wrong with the atmosphere.
The way these people looked at him didn't look like they were looking at an alien demon, but rather like they were looking at a clown.
Following the gazes of Lynn and others, he slowly turned his head and looked at where Little Headliner was originally kneeling.
Little Headliner is still kneeling there.
Beside her, a generous hand was holding her tightly.
...Bombsight is safe and sound.
Deadpool stared at Bombsight, and even through the mask, you could feel the shock on his face.
But he was a very nervous lunatic after all, and this emotion only lasted two seconds.
"I didn't see it, Grandpa Lynn."
Deadpool twisted his tightly tied body and teased,
"You actually hide such a skill, this awesome illusion? Or something else?"
Lynn stood there, his hands still in the pockets of his windbreaker.
He did not answer his doubts and asked:
"Is there any way that can help you stop thinking about destroying this world?"
Hearing this question, Deadpool was stunned for a moment.
Then, he sneered and let out a long sigh,
"Please, did you do something wrong?"
Deadpool shook his head, looking aggrieved.
"A good man who tried so hard to save you from the sea of misery is actually treated as a world-destroying devil to guard against. This is really chilling."
Hear this answer.
Lynn looked away and lost interest in continuing to communicate with the other party.
If it is for money, power, or even a villain seeking revenge, there is still room for mediation and negotiation.
Only there is no such person in front of me.
An extremely paranoid villain with a clear goal is always the most terrifying.
Because they don't feel that they are doing evil at all, they regard killing as salvation.
To deal with such a person, any words are a waste of words.
Seeing Lynn fall silent, Deadpool thought that he had hit the opponent's sore spot, and suddenly became arrogant again.
"What, the negotiations have broken down and you are planning to kill people and silence them?"
Deadpool struggled to free a finger from the chain, pointed at Lynn and shook it left and right.
"You want to kill me? You can't."
Turning his fingertips, he aimed at John.
"The world's strongest Supe can't do it either."
Deadpool glanced at Reggie, Annie and others standing in the back row, and sneered contemptuously.
"As for these little brats, let alone them."
Finally, Deadpool's eyes fell on that dazzling golden retriever:
"This kind of old-fashioned person is just a little too thoughtful."
"Is it possible that you still expect this fat dog?"
Hearing this, Buddy became angry.
"Lynn John Reggie Kevin Tommy Annie Even if you scold me, you still dare to say that to me?!"
Buddy lowered his head and the dog's paws quickly plucked at the long hair twice.
It pulled out a branch with pits and teeth marks on its surface.
Buddy Holding the branch in his mouth, the dog's head raised slightly.
Just one glance.
Deadpool can't laugh anymore.
Because he recognized that it was Wand.
That thing can glow green!
"I was wrong! I was wrong!"
Deadpool squirmed back crazily.
"Say what you have to say! Don't let the dogs go! Let's not be violent!"