New York is bustling with traffic and bustling at night. This brightly lit city that never sleeps is dazzling. If you want to see clearly, you have to overlook the city. That way you can see clearly that every road is like the pulse of the city transporting traffic.
The torch of the Statue of Liberty is an excellent viewing location, but it is closed to tourists at night.
Deadpool said that this was too "unfree", so he ignored the no-entry warning signs and sneaked into the Statue of Liberty. At this moment, he was sitting on the edge of the torch enjoying dinner.
As a mercenary, he can sneak into the military's secret base and steal national secret weapons, not to mention that there are only a few security attractions, and those surveillance cameras are simply useless.
He swayed his legs, with a hundred meters of altitude below his feet. He was busy chewing pizza while it was still hot, holding today's Daily Bugle in his hand.
A gust of wind blew his newspaper into pieces so that the contents could not be seen at all, so he drew out the extremely sharp samurai sword on his back and nailed the newspaper to the steel plate of the torch.
Now he finally saw the news headline "Spider-Man Defeats Criminal Destroyer".
"Wow! My buddy Spider-Man is back again. This is so exciting."
Deadpool was so happy when he knew the good news that there were countless red heart bubbles popping up next to him. He used the remaining ketchup to smear on the newspaper and drew a cartoon-style picture of Spider-Man and Deadpool at the beach. Chasing and fighting.
He imagined himself and Spider-Man walking under the sunset, the shadows stretched thin, it was their regretless youth.
"Awesome, I can't wait to team up with Spidey again and do something big, where he ties people up in webs and I put bullets in their heads."
Deadpool hummed happily, put the knife back into its scabbard, and then jumped off the Statue of Liberty. He reached for his back but missed it, and then he remembered that he did not bring gliding equipment today.
"Oh, this must hurt."
With a snap, he fell into the mud.
Deadpool has super self-healing ability and can't die, but the pain is still real, but he doesn't care.
Looking at the turbid substance flowing out of his stomach, he recognized part of it as the pizza he had just eaten, and said frustratedly: "Now I have to eat another one."
After Peter used the deposit Jameson gave him to pay off the rent arrears, there was still some balance left, so he decided to improve his living environment.
In fact, he still has bank bills to pay, but there is still some time before the final payment date, so it is more important to enjoy the moment first.
When the new furniture purchased from Amazon arrived from the courier company, he was still placing orders for other items. First, he filled the refrigerator with all kinds of food. He could eat oats soaked in milk for breakfast, but he still had to make dinner himself.
The days of eating takeout pizza every day are over.
Then Peter bought materials to make a machine that could track and shoot. The previous method of sticking a camera to a spider web to take pictures of himself was too inconvenient. He had to adjust the time-lapse photo time every time.
The effect of posing is also unsatisfactory.
He needs a machine that can keep up with the speed of his spider and can accurately identify Spider-Man. Some drones on the market have good performance and clear enough shooting effects, but they are still far from what he needs.
It took Peter a whole day to optimize the algorithm so that the drone could automatically identify Spider-Man and avoid spider webs. Mentally exhausted, he urgently needed deep sleep to replenish his physical strength.
Just when Peter was sleeping, a frantic knocking on the window sounded.
After Peter opened his eyes, he saw outside the window a face that looked like it had been severely burned, smiling stupidly at him. If a normal person saw this scene in the middle of the night, he would be frightened and faint.
Deadpool was lying on the window sill, fixed in a weird posture. In his words, it was a prone dog position. The name told you that it was not serious.
Deadpool said cheerfully: "Peter Parker, you're not asleep yet. Where is my good brother Spider-Man?"
Peter covered his face in displeasure. He knew that Deadpool was a sick guy. This was not a scolding, it was a fact.
Deadpool has terminal cancer, and the self-healing factors in his body are constantly killing cancer cells to stay alive. His self-healing ability is even more powerful than Wolverine, which makes it not that easy to kill him.
Peter did know some methods or powerful artifacts that could do it, but he was wondering if it would be too much to go to all the trouble to get a mutant suppression collar just because Deadpool woke him up in the middle of the night.
Deadpool and Xiaoqiang have the same characteristics, they are invincible and disgusting.
His character is too bad. Not only is he a talker, but he also has no moral bottom line. He is neither a hero nor a villain. He is a mercenary who only acts based on his own preferences.
He is also Spider-Man's number one fan, the kind who will make lists and criticize.
Luckily he doesn't know Peter Parker is Spider-Man yet, otherwise he would be as annoying as a bastard fan.
Deadpool didn't understand the atmosphere, or he didn't care about the atmosphere at all, so he said to himself: "How does the little spider usually contact you? Leave a secret code at the newsstand or shine the spider signal in the sky? I have already I told him to set up a secret line for communication that only the two of us know, but he didn't agree. Please give me his contact information quickly, I have something urgent to do with him."
"Shut up."
Deadpool ignores Peter and says, "I have a big plan, a really big plan."
He waved his hands, paused to brew his emotions, and said his big plan in a passionate tone: "New Avengers."
"Forget the old Avengers, Spider-Man and Deadpool are the best superhero combination. Do you want to see my titanium alloy swords chop the enemy into pieces?"
Then he sang a theme song he had composed, which he had a hunch he would use when making movies in the future.
After listening to him sing the intro, two looping choruses, and a bunch of rapping with unclear meaning, Peter couldn't help but interrupt him.
"Deadpool, shut up! It's one o'clock in the morning New York time and I need to sleep."
"Of course. It seems that I disturbed you to take a rest. I'm sorry."
Peter thought it was time for him to leave, but he stayed there silently, with no intention of leaving.
After a few awkward and long minutes, Peter reluctantly said, "Okay, Spider-Man will meet you at the Brooklyn Bridge in half an hour."
Deadpool breathed a sigh of relief: "Huh~ I'm almost suffocated to death by not talking for these few minutes."
"Thanks, Peter Parker. But I am Spider-Man's best friend. You can only come second. Don't blame me. Who makes me and Spider-Man the best partners?"
Peter didn't tell him it wasn't, it was all his own imagination, which was too cruel for a cancer patient.
He just pushed open the window and let Deadpool fall off the sill and break his thigh, which was kind of merciful.
