With tall buildings and busy traffic, this is the brightly lit New York city that never sleeps.
At night, the neon lights are dim, the lights are dazzling, and the crowds are bustling and flowing in the streets and alleys like a tide. The prosperity is woven into colorful colors, attracting batches of dream chasers.
But behind this glitz, there are more streets and alleys harboring filth. In some places, street lights are broken and no one cares about them.
Russell was leaning at the alley, lighting a cigarette, frowning and thinking about this world mission.
There is motivation only when there is pressure. Because of Dormammu, he is in urgent need of a character card with explosive combat power, or a skill card or item card with incredible abilities.
When he first discovered that it was the world of Spider-Man, Russell was disappointed. No one in the trilogy could fight, and there weren't enough Mums to fill his teeth. However, the appearance of Deadpool gave him hope.
Traveling into other worlds at will, as long as Russell insists on not completing the task and walks a few more worlds with Deadpool, there will always be one or two opportunities to meet a powerful person.
The idea is good, but there is a very fatal problem. Deadpool is unreliable. He comes up with ideas every time, and he cannot be honest and obedient.
"Hey, man, I kept you waiting for a long time. You know, with my ability, it can't be less than half an hour." Deadpool walked out of the alley, adjusted his new clothes and put on his hat.
Being half-clothed was a bad habit, so he borrowed a set from several people in society, including riding boots, trousers, a leather jacket, and a cowboy hat. The look looked like a wild whore... escort.
"Let's go, let's go back first."
Russell took out Deadpool's equipment from the space ring, including double knives, double guns, and venom wrapped in water balloons, and threw them all into the opponent's arms.
Deadpool hugged his equipment, faced Russell, and walked backwards: "Although I care more about the 100,000 U.S. dollars, now that we have reached an employment relationship, shouldn't it be time for you to say your name?"
"My name is Russell, and I am..."
Wow!
The knife, gun and water ball fell to the ground. Deadpool covered his face with his hands and said in disbelief: "Oh my god! You are Russell, you are actually Russell! Man, oh, no, it's Fire Fist. Have you grown so big? "
"Wait, that's not right! The actor in Fire Fist is from New Zealand, and you are Asian."
"I'm not that little fat guy." Russell rolled his eyes and stepped on the water polo on the ground. Venom found a new round home and tried to escape by rolling.
I thought that after the clarification, the topic would be over, but Russell still underestimated Deadpool's nervousness. He jumped up on the spot, turned around three times after landing, put his hand on the wall and began to make concave shapes.
"I know, your name is Russell, you must be the director of Avengers!"
Russell: "..."
"Mr. Director, do you think I can join the Avengers?"
Deadpool raised his hand and stroked the brim of his cowboy hat. Feeling that something was missing, he took half of the cigarette butt from Russell's hand, took a deep puff, blew out the smoke ring and said deeply: "I heard that Robert Downey Jr. is dead. , the Avengers need a new C-player boss to save them, like me, the first part of [Deadpool] invested 58 million U.S. dollars, and the global box office reached nearly 800 million U.S. dollars. You deserve it."
Russell: "..."
Deadpool lamented: "It's a pity that Scarlett Johansson is also dead. We once loved each other so much, but we can't join forces again on the big screen. Director, you will resurrect her, right?"
Russell: "..."
Deadpool picked up the butt of his cigarette and twisted it on the wall. He came to Russell in a swish and whispered: "Director, I understand the rules. You can rest assured that my salary is super cheap. And I am my agent. Immediately It’s okay to sign a contract for 10 movies, um, 20 movies can also be negotiated.”
There were so many elements that Russell didn't know where to start. He pushed away Deadpool's arm on his shoulders: "No, you're too ugly!"
"What!?"
Deadpool was furious, grabbed Russell's arm, and kept chattering: "Director, I thought you were a person who paid attention to content, but I didn't expect you to be so superficial."
"Sorry, it's not me who is superficial, but the audience. I am a commercial filmmaker. To put it bluntly, commercial films are about making money and making the audience happy, so I will make whatever they want to see."
"That's right, fans like me and I make a lot of money."
"That's because they have never seen such a bitch on the big screen. Once they get used to it, you will have no market."
"No way, I will always be meaner than they think!"
"..."
In fact, what Russell wants to complain about is that Deadpool is so ugly that he can actually travel through time.
It’s not that it’s aimless, but the reality is really cruel.
These days, time-travelers must be as handsome as men and as good-looking as women. Even if they were ugly in the previous life, they must be good-looking after time-traveling. Otherwise, the audience or readers will not have a sense of empathy. After all, no one looks bad in real life.
…
The chattering along the way, and Deadpool's slander never stopped, Russell couldn't bear it and called a taxi, but it was of no use. The driver refused to pick him up halfway. If Deadpool didn't get out of the car, he would rather die than touch the steering wheel.
After finally returning home, Russell finally understood why Deadpool had saved the world many times, but other heroes still didn't want to see him. Referring to the theory of relativity, being with Deadpool means one day equals one year, which is a kind of mental torture.
"This is 100,000 U.S. dollars. I won't sign the contract. It's useless if I sign it anyway. I will give you another 100,000 U.S. dollars after everything is done." Russell counted ten wads of bills from behind the bedside table and smashed them on Deadpool's face.
The latter picked up the banknotes with a gloomy expression on his face, not because Russell had trampled on his self-esteem, but because he saw a lot of banknotes behind the bedside table and felt that his business was at a loss.
"Man... no, boss, you may have misunderstood something." Deadpool put the money in his pocket and said shamelessly: "What I'm saying is, a world of 100,000 US dollars, the money you give can only make you Time travel once.”
"One hundred thousand dollars at a time?" Russell frowned and looked at Deadpool, his eyes flashing.
Deadpool tightened the money in his arms: "Boss, if you are dissatisfied with the price, you can apply for an annual membership and enjoy half-price travel service for the second time."
"There is no need to sign up for an annual membership. There is no problem with 100,000 US dollars at a time. The promise just made remains unchanged. I will still add another 100,000 US dollars after it is completed." The corner of Russell's mouth curled up slightly. Deadpool is not reliable, but money can. Make him reliable.
Deadpool was elated when he heard this: "Oh my God, you look so handsome when you spend money. It makes my heart beat wildly when I see you. Your silhouette has grown by a full 20 centimeters!"
Russell chuckled, raised his hand to pick up the lighter, lit a bunch of knives, and then used it to light a cigarette: "Wilson, if..."
Deadpool straightened his chest and raised his head, standing at attention: "Boss, just call me Wade."
"Wade, if you can sew your mouth shut, it will cost you $200,000 at a time. Boss, I'm not short of money!"
"Well……"
Deadpool bit his nails and got entangled in the dilemma. After a while, he made up his mind and said, "Boss, I know you are rich, but I prefer to do a $100,000 business."
After saying this, Deadpool closed his eyes in pain, and two tears slid down his bumpy face.
He regretted it. After finally meeting a good guy, he shouldn't have insisted on it in the first place. It would have been better to counter-offer!
This situation is just like the time when the wealthy people in the Middle East imported daily necessities to a certain country. A certain country quoted a price that they thought was crazy. As a result, the wealthy people in the Middle East agreed without even thinking about it.
A certain country felt that the price was low, so it hurriedly added the phrase "US knife", which made the wealthy people in the Middle East look depressed. Don't all import and export transactions be settled with US dollars?
After being sad, Deadpool turned on the TV, preparing to look for unlucky people in the news, and use other people's pain to soothe his wounded little heart.
"Wade, the account has been settled. When will we leave for the next world?" Russell piled up a pile of beautiful knives and put them into the space ring. He thought they were useless waste paper, but he didn't expect that he actually sent one. use.
"Any time..."
Deadpool suddenly stopped as he spoke, because the TV news was interrupted urgently, showing Doctor Octopus fighting Spider-Man. In the end, Doctor Octopus used hostages to successfully escape.
After reading the news, Deadpool looked serious: "Boss, I have a dream."
Russell: "..."
