An old car is driving on the highway on a sunny day.
The old pickup truck driven by Deadpool would make a clicking sound when the internal combustion engine started to move. When walking on the road, the car behind him would always be honked. At this time, Deadpool would roll down the window and extend his hand. , raised his middle finger to make a sensitive gesture towards them.
Peter was playing with the car stereo. He had inserted a CD of Bohemian Rhapsody, but no music was coming out.
"Okay, Spiderhead." Deadpool said with some mockery.
"This broken speaker just doesn't make any sound. Give me a screwdriver and a driver and let me take it apart and have a look. Maybe one of the components inside is short-circuited." Peter said.
It was impossible for scientist Peter to admit that he couldn't handle a speaker from more than ten years ago. Such an outdated speaker should have no technical difficulties.
Then he slapped the speaker angrily, and suddenly a few notes popped out of the speaker. After a sizzling noise, the complete music slowly flowed out.
Unexpectedly, the speaker was finally repaired by tapping. This inexplicable method works for old-era electrical appliances.
The buck-toothed Freddie was singing about killing a man with a pistol, and his singing was very infectious.
Deadpool in the driver's seat tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the rhythm. In front of him was an endless highway and a cloudless clear sky. Next to him was his best partner, Spider Web Head. At this moment, he felt extremely free.
He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, enjoying the wind and waves brought by the speed. He could catch the shape of the wind by running his hand outside the car window.
Of course there are guys who are not afraid of death.
A yellow Chevrolet drove next to the pickup truck. The driver rolled down the window and sunroof and yelled: "Madman, this road does not belong to you! Are you driving so slowly because you are afraid that you will die too quickly!"
He was responded to, of course, by Deadpool's international gesture of goodwill.
"I'm here to fight with you, a lunatic who drives a pickup truck! I'll let you have a taste of my power."
Anger filled the driver's chest. He looked up to see what the lunatic driving the pickup looked like. What he saw was the dark hole of the gun barrel facing him.
There was a bang and the driver of the Chevrolet immediately stepped on the brakes, leaving two long gray and black tracks on the road.
He panicked and checked whether there were any bullet holes in his body, but he was unhurt. However, he found bullet holes in the leather sofa seat of the passenger seat, and a small-caliber bullet was embedded in it.
He breathed a sigh of relief after narrowly escaping from death, and his whole body was drenched in cold sweat.
In the pickup truck on the other side, Deadpool put the pistol close to his nose, and a plume of white smoke came out of the heated barrel, which he greedily inhaled into his lungs.
It's that feeling, the road and the journey, the friends and the enemies, the killers and the heroes.
This is what it feels like to be alive.
Deadpool said excitedly: "Is there any blind guy who wants to provoke Deadpool? Let's have an exciting car chase action scene."
Peter reminded him: "This pickup truck can't race at all. You can try it. I can't think of any other possibility except overturning."
Deadpool stuffed the barrel of the gun into his pants: "Don't be such a spoiler, Spider Web Head. How can you know if you haven't tried it? Once we catch up with Sandman and the others, a fierce fight is inevitable."
"That's what I want to say. At our current speed, we will never be able to catch up with them. The maximum speed of this pickup truck is only 120 kilometers per hour." Peter glanced at the speedometer and said.
Deadpool didn't think about speed when he got this car.
Peter said: "I have studied the map. Their current route should be heading south. It is impossible to pass the various inspection levels with so much vibranium, so they will most likely take a small road."
"If we take the main road at our current speed, we can reach here in Pennsylvania ahead of time and block them."
His finger pointed somewhere on the map, toward the side of the Appalachian Mountains.
Deadpool said: "The problem is solved. We are indeed the best combination of heroes. You are responsible for using your brain, and I am responsible for doing it. Both are indispensable."
But there's another problem. Peter must spend the next forty-eight hours in the car with Deadpool.
Peter wasn't sure if he could do it. After all, he had never tried to stay with Deadpool for such a long time before, and he was worried that he would not be able to help but sew Deadpool's mouth shut.
Deadpool's enthusiasm couldn't stop, and he kept talking to Peter about some wild ideas and nonsense, which were mixed with many ugly words and various human organs.
Both Peter and Deadpool are talkative, but in fact, there are also categories of talkative people.
Peter is the sunny and cheerful type. The characteristic of this type is that although they talk a lot, they are all witty and will not cause dissatisfaction to others.
Deadpool, on the other hand, belongs to the whispering type of the ancient gods. What he says is like pollution. Listening to it too much will make people lose their minds and cause both psychological and physical discomfort.
Peter had to give Deadpool a vaccination first. He said: "Deadpool, before you speak, you'd better remove those words that begin with F, as well as those that begin with A, and those that begin with H, and... ..”
In the end, Peter listed almost ten letters, leaving Deadpool with few words.
But Deadpool was not affected at all. Removing those words only made him speak slower, without making him less verbally aggressive at all.
From time to time, he could also provide additional instructions to Peter in sign language, making certain actions more graphic and vulgar.
Peter had absolutely nothing to do with him and could only try to ignore Deadpool's mental pollution.
After a long time, they drove to a gas station, and Deadpool asked the gas station employee to fill the tank.
And Peter went into the store to buy the items he might need next, ear plugs, a bunch of chocolates (required for ink), water, and food.
The gas station employees only felt strange when they saw the two men in red uniforms. They couldn't help but look at them a few more times, but fell silent when they saw the pistol in Deadpool's waist.
In a rare moment of relaxation, Peter watched the traffic passing by on the side of the road, while Ink enjoyed the chocolate he just bought while complaining that Deadpool talked too much and too densely.
"Damn, his words gave me a headache, if I had a head. Wait, do I have a head now or not?" Mo Mo looked at his slimy body: "That guy kept talking about disgusting topics. I can’t stand it.”
Peter said, "Yeah, he keeps saying some disgusting things. It's really unbearable."
Mo Mo suggested evilly: "How about we drive away by ourselves? Anyway, the car is parked there now, and the Deadpool guy has also gone to the toilet."
After careful consideration, Peter said: "I'm afraid not. He can still be useful if there is a fight later."
At this time, Deadpool came back, and he asked curiously: "What are you talking to yourself about?"
"No, it's nothing."
He still didn't know that if he hadn't been able to block Peter's gun later, Peter would have driven away in his car.
After returning to the car, Peter said: "Deadpool, how about I stay in the side of the car? That place has a good view, but there is no roof, but I think I can stay there."
In fact, if it really doesn't work, it's okay to stay under the car.
