The broken pickup truck returned with a full load and got back on the road. There were five large boxes of vibranium in the truck bed, which made the front of the truck tilt upward. Deadpool and Peter had to use their own weight to balance it.
Peter asked Deadpool about the details of the mission: "Who is your employer? Is he the owner of this batch of vibranium?"
Deadpool scratched his head and said with embarrassment: "I don't know, I just collect money to do things. They passed the mission information to me through a yellow card, and after reading it, I burned the card with a fire. I am very professional Yes, no evidence will be left.”
"But what is certain is that they are indeed the owners of this batch of vibranium."
Peter knew that there were some things that couldn't be answered from Deadpool's mouth, but he could guess through clues.
Deadpool said "they" instead of "he", indicating that the person who gave him the task was not an individual but some kind of organization.
Could it be Wakanda?
Vibranium is very important to them, but the Wakandans will not let outsiders interfere. The Black Panther King will send his own royal guard to do this kind of thing. Those black female warriors holding spears are simply omnipotent. Strong.
Or the military?
Captain America's vibranium shield was made by the military and Tony Stark's father, Howard Stark, and is technically the property of the military. In the movie, Howard Stark said that it was made of the only vibranium material, but it wouldn't be surprising if the military still had some spare ones.
So Tony Stark is also possible, as well as various secret agencies and heroic organizations.
No, there was too little useful information and too many possibilities. Peter reluctantly gave up guessing who Deadpool's employer was.
The rattling sound suddenly turned to trembling, a burst of white smoke came out of the front of the car, and the internal combustion engine also began to strike. It was obvious that the load of the pickup truck had exceeded the limit it could bear, and it protested with actions.
"Spider Web Head, do you mind going down to push the truck?" Deadpool said with a slight embarrassment: "This pickup truck may be scrapped."
Peter said impatiently: "Of course it will be scrapped. This car should be buried in the old days with the hippies."
Deadpool explained: "Use your spider power, let's push to the town ahead to see if there is a car repair shop."
"Let me see if I can fix it, I know exactly how cars work."
Most men who can drive can repair cars, and even if they can't, they can still talk about theoretical knowledge in a clear and logical manner.
Peter opened the hood, and the structures inside were all clear, including the engine, water tank, gearbox, and cylinder, so he began to check where the problem was.
Half an hour later, Peter and Deadpool were both pushing the cart. Apparently, the working principle of this old antique was somewhat different from Peter's expectation. He couldn't understand why it emitted white smoke and made a creaking sound for a long time.
When they pushed the car to the car repair shop, the man at the car repair shop was very curious about the car: "Man, where did you get this style of car? I remember that it was no longer produced after Clinton became president. .”
Peter gasped, "Stop talking nonsense, can you fix it?"
The repairman looked at the car for a long time, sometimes knocking on the car body with a wrench, sometimes lying on the ground and looking at the chassis. After a long time, he gave the Pick a death sentence: "It's terrible. Most of the parts that need to be replaced have been discontinued. The entire chassis has been destroyed." The amount of work required has been replaced and it’s too big, so it’s not worth it.”
Peter looked at Deadpool, who spread his hands, looking like there was nothing he could do about it.
Peter said helplessly: "Okay, do you have any cars here that we can use?"
The guy at the car repair shop shook his head: "We usually just repair cars owned by people in the town. It's a small business and we don't have any car rental services."
In the vast and sparsely populated United States, vehicles are the means of transportation for most people. Almost every family has one or even two cars. Car rental services generally only exist in the city center or outside the airport or near the train station.
Deadpool and Peter stared at each other, and now they completely stopped fighting.
They couldn't leave the vibranium behind, and the situation seemed to be getting more difficult now.
Upon seeing this, Deadpool suggested: "Let's rest in the hotel here for the night. A car will pick us up tomorrow morning."
Peter looked into Deadpool's eyes, but his pure white mask pupils could not tell what he was thinking.
In the end, he agreed to Deadpool's proposal. On the one hand, there was really no better choice. On the other hand, he instinctively felt that Deadpool still had something to hide from him, and he could only reveal it by following his plan.
The nights in small towns are different from those in New York. Most farmers and workers follow the daily routine of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.
There are no neon lights and billboards of various colors, and there are no brightly lit high-rise buildings. The town has fallen into a quiet night very early.
Until some outsiders broke into the quiet night. They were a group of heavily armed troops wearing night vision goggles that could see things clearly in the dark.
They marched in an orderly manner, obviously with clear goals and plans.
In the sight of Peter and Deadpool, they began to approach the Pickle car containing vibranium, and then two people each picked up a box and evacuated.
"You already knew that another group of people would come, didn't you?" Peter said, staring at Deadpool.
Deadpool said: "That's right, but I didn't expect that they had been hiding in the dark and dared not take action, even if we had such a good opportunity to push the car. I took great pains to damage the car and wait for them to come, but they So timid that I had to stop here.”
After knowing that a car would arrive tomorrow, the group understood that tonight was the last chance and that Deadpool had deliberately stayed in this town.
Peter said: "Are we going to let them take all the vibranium? Or now we can go down and capture them alive."
Deadpool said: "If you think I will leave the vibranium in the box after knowing that there is such a group of people, then you obviously underestimate the mercenary Deadpool. The smart Master Deadpool has already hidden the vibranium In a safe place, I have swallowed the key."
His smug look made Peter very tempted to punch him in the face.
"How shocked will their expressions be when they find out that there is no vibranium in the box but there are other surprises?" Deadpool laughed: "I saved the surprise for the end."
Peter guessed: "You shouldn't have put a bunch of photos of you taking a bath in the box, right?"
Deadpool was stunned for a moment, with an expression of being guessed, and then said with a smile: "Sure enough, you are the one who knows me best. We are indeed the best of friends."
Peter said with a look of disgust: "Damn it, our relationship is not close friends, it's just friends at best."
On the other side, the outsider has opened the box, and inside is indeed a bunch of photos that are completely unattractive and even a little disgusting.
"I've been fooled, there's no vibranium in this."
Someone made a quick decision: "Go back, the vibranium must still be in their hands."
"Deadpool is a murderous demon, and Spider-Man is a hero who hates evil. They will not let us go."
"Be firm, have you forgotten the slogan of the organization? It is worth sacrificing for the organization."
"Cut off one head and two will grow."
They were suddenly stunned and chanted this sentence together.
"Cut off one head and two will grow."
