Ding ding!
Ding-ding-ding-ding! !
In the basement of the second-story building, Russell dismantled the operating table and used existing materials to make a set of armor.
The helmet, visor, breastplate, shoulder pads, hand guards, and leg armor all provide 360-degree protection for every corner of the body.
Then spray on black and red matte spray paint, and a set of full-body armor imitating Deathstroke is completed. On the helmet, because Russell has sound eyes, it is different from Deathstroke and has two breathable skylights.
Based on his own ability, the decorative significance of this set of armor is greater than its practicality. It doesn't matter if it is available or not. But Deadpool liked to play, and he thought it was quite interesting, so he built a set on the spot.
Not to mention, with two Sand Eagle Gods placed on both sides of his thighs and an Adamantium alloy knife slung behind his back, he really has the cold demeanor of Deadpool's cousin.
Originally, according to Deadpool's wishes, superhero uniforms only needed to be distinctive and eye-catching, and did not need to be too complicated, such as tights, but Russell decisively refused.
Tight clothes are so shameful. No matter if you wear a square or a triangle underneath, they will easily show traces. It won’t work if you don’t wear it. Firstly, you won’t be used to it and you will feel insecure. Secondly, it will offend others because it is so big and unassuming.
"Russell, how did you do it?"
Deadpool was confused because he watched the entire process and discovered that the only tool Russell used to build the armor was a hammer.
"Isn't this the professional skill of a superhero?"
"What?"
"In every case, there's a new uniform."
"..."
Deadpool was speechless, lowered his head silently, and sewed his hood with needle and thread.
Too bad, the new member has outstanding talents and can create the world with a hammer. As the captain, he is under a lot of pressure. But he couldn't say it, he could still pretend to be him, but armor was a heresy, and he just liked the arrogant look of tights.
Seeing Deadpool struggling to sew his uniform, pricking his fingers with needles from time to time, and trembling all over, Russell sneered, smelled the pleasant lemon-sour smell in the air, and turned around to take out a bottle of red wine from the bookcase.
"Wade, would you like a glass of 82 Lafite?" Russell knocked on two goblets.
"Of course, to celebrate X-Force setting sail again, a drink is a must."
Deadpool filled a glass, drank it with a gulp, and smacked his tongue, feeling that the taste was not right. He didn't show it, because he was afraid that he had drunk fake wine before, and if he questioned it, it would appear that he was not strong enough.
"Wade, how does it taste?"
"It's not bad. It's about the same as I drank before."
"Really? Then I'll try it too..." Russell took a sip and frowned: "The Lafite for $82 is just so-so. I don't think it's worth the price."
"Wait, you just said...82 Lafite..."
"Yes, Lafite for $82!"
"..."
Deadpool gritted his teeth and sewed the uniform and put it on his body. He showed with practical actions that there is no underwear in the tight-fitting superhero uniform.
"Now, superhero intern, let Senior Deadpool teach you. You have successfully taken the first step on the road to being a professional hero. Next is the second step. As a collective action team hero organization, we You have to have your own exclusive appearance pose."
"Well, there's no need for that."
Russell felt cold all over, and his intuition told him that Deadpool's so-called pose must be a scam. The Ginyu Force and the top-level JOJO Li flashed in his mind, and his eyes instantly became alert.
"No, this is the only path a hero must take."
"Then I won't be a hero anymore, I'll be a villain!"
"..."
Two minutes later, a camera was set up on the rooftop of the two-story building, and two funny figures were facing the rising sun, taking poses seriously.
Deadpool knelt on one knee and raised his hands diagonally behind his back, like a bird spreading its wings. Russell stood behind him with his head held high, one hand clenched into his abdomen, and the other clenched into the air.
"Russell, how are you feeling?"
"I feel like my IQ is decreasing!"
"Don't worry, man, I'll raise the average."
"No, my IQ was lowered by you." Russell put down his fisted hand and covered his face.
"..."
"Wade, is this really okay? Isn't it too shameful? I even heard someone laughing!"
"That's the laughter of the audience. I can hear it all the time. It will get better after a while. I guarantee you will feel uncomfortable if you don't hear it a few times a day."
Deadpool said, stopped what he was doing, walked to the camera, admired his heroic appearance, and soon became dissatisfied.
Because in the photo, he only showed two hands, and he was filming Russell almost the entire time.
"Hey, man, this is wrong! I made a mistake in my position. As the captain, the soul of X-Force, I should be standing in the C position."
"Haha, Green Lantern can't even stand in the C position!"
"I don't care, I just want to stand in position C. Repeat the posture just now. This time I stand behind you."
"No, definitely not later."
"I'm the captain!!!"
"Captain, that's about it. It's time for the neighbors to get up and go to work. If anyone sees you, the police will be called."
Russell put away the camera and pushed Deadpool back to the second floor, where the latter vented his dissatisfaction loudly. After a while, he stopped talking and took the photo and started looking at it for half an hour.
Normal people have eleven zodiac signs plus Virgo. Deadpool is different. He is a neurotic sign. Therefore, when he exudes the temperament of being lonely and seeking comfort, you must not talk to him, otherwise he will make use of the topic and often get out of control.
Russell knew that if Deadpool was left alone for a while and no one would take care of him, he would be fine.
Deadpool pretended to be serious for half an hour, asking for trouble. He sneaked up to Russell, took the photo and said, "Man, I finally know what went wrong."
"Yes, it's your brain."
"I know, but that's not what I'm talking about..." Deadpool poked at the photo: "Two people can't pose well, because the triangle is the most stable structure, and X-Force needs Parker!"
Russell: "..."
"Just do it. Let's go find Parker now. According to what I know about Wild Parker, apart from the newspaper office and school, the only place he hangs out on a daily basis is the Singles' Dormitory."
"Do you know where his dormitory is?"
"Of course, everything about him is under my control. I even lurked in there two days ago. Unfortunately, he was not at home at that time. I only found one original item..."
"Ahem!"
"An original Spider-Man uniform..."
"..."
…
In an apartment building with dilapidated walls, the financially strapped Peter Parker sat slumped on the bedside, with a sullen beard, messy hair, and bloodshot eyes that had lost their highlights.
It has been more than 40 hours since Mary Jane was captured by Doctor Octopus. Parker tried his best to search for Doctor Octopus's whereabouts. During this period, he met once and allowed the other party to escape.
After that, Doctor Octopus never appeared again. Parker searched the streets of New York all night. He caught many thieves and robbers, but he couldn't even find Doctor Octopus.
Parker was depressed. After all, it was 40 hours, and God knew what would happen during that period.
Although Doctor Octopus is a science madman, he loved his wife deeply before going crazy and disdained other women, but he is not afraid of ten thousand, just afraid of the worst. After all, Mary Jane is so good and so perfect.
Bang!
The door was kicked down!
That's right, the entire door fell to the ground, one big foot slowly retracted, and Deadpool walked into the room with a sultry step.
"Spider-Man Peter Parker, I read your resume. Congratulations, you have been admitted to the special agent team!"
"..."
