Marvel's Joker Game

"Hey, man, don't get excited, trust me, if you really want to do it, I can twist your heads off in two seconds."

Wade said threatening words with a playful smile, which was regarded as verbal ridicule to Roger.

Yes, he is Deadpool, the most bizarre anti-hero in the Marvel world.

His biggest hobby is talking, and his most perverted ability is immortality.

This is a man rejected by death.

Roger recognized Deadpool the first time he saw his true face.

This guy is really irritating. If he wasn't in a crowded bar, Roger would have given him a hard time on the spot.

"Put the gun down." Roger looked at Deadpool coldly, "I won't say it a third time."

The Deadshot opposite looked at Deadpool sympathetically and persuaded: "Put it down, otherwise he will really cut off your arm."

Deadpool glanced at Deadshot, and said with a smile: "You guys let go first, and then I'll put down the gun."

Before he finished speaking, Deadpool's right hand swung, and without even seeing the movement clearly, a silver gun was pressed against Deadpool's head.

Since he agreed to work for Roger for three years, Roger is his boss.

How could he allow such a gangster to ruin the boss's elegance?

"Put down the gun first." Deadshot stared at his head, the red sight flashing scarlet.

"Oh, okay, you really have a trick and I misjudged you, but let me tell you, even if you blow my head, it will be of no use except to give you a liter of blood and white brain matter. Do you know what the brain looks like? I've seen my own brain several times, and it's not pleasant."

砰

The sound of gunfire suddenly broke the din

Deadpool raised his head and flew two meters away.

The bartender at the bar was so frightened that he knocked over several bottles of wine

The guests on the dance floor covered their heads and ran around like a group of headless flies.

The bartender crouched under the bar and was so frightened that he peed. He finally recovered and ran out of the bar with his body bent, shouting to call the nearby security guard.

A man in a suit and glasses led a large group of people over to calm the frightened guests and at the same time surrounded the two people at the bar.

"It's really unlucky. Do you know where this place is? You dare to shoot and kill people here. I think you are impatient." The man with glasses is the manager of this bar and is responsible for managing this property for the boss.

Although this bar is not big, it is located in the central area of ​​the city. The customer flow is very large at night, and the business is booming. It is a very profitable business.

The identity of the boss behind the scenes is not simple. It is said that he has close ties with the famous mafia.

Dead shooter shooting here is equivalent to destroying people's jobs

The basket is getting bigger now

"Huh!" Deadshot blew the smoke from his gun without even looking at the manager.

"Boss, let me do this kind of thing, why bother dirtying your own hands?" Deadshot's eyes fell on Roger's hands.

Roger smiled and threw the half of the arm he was holding onto the floor with a thud.

"How do I know you're going to shoot? If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have chopped off his hand," Roger said depressedly. It turned out that at the moment when Deadshot fired, Roger made a Nepali saber at the same time and slashed at Deadpool. elbow

I wanted to teach Deadpool a lesson, but I didn't expect that Deadpool was more ruthless than him and shot him directly in the head.

Poor Deadpool is now lying under a chair, unable to move.

When the bar manager saw that these two guys were so arrogant after killing someone and ignored him, his face suddenly turned green.

"You killed someone and thought you'd be done with going to jail. It's not that easy." The bar manager ordered the people behind him, "Call the police, seal off the scene, and arrest these two people. Before I let them in, Taste life worse than death."

Three men in suits were ordered to go outside to handle matters, and the remaining dozen or so people surrounded the bar.

Deadshot points gun at bar manager with expressionless expression

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The next moment, more than a dozen guns were pointed at Roger and Deadshot

This is the property of gangsters. How can the people in the town not carry guns?

In the United States, a country where guns are rampant, almost every household has a gun, let alone gangs.

The bar manager was not as elegant as he looked. Even when someone pointed a gun at him, he still had a sarcastic smile on his face. He took two steps forward, put his fair forehead to the muzzle of the dead shooter, raised his eyebrows and said: " Shoot”

"Shoot me in the head"

"If you have the guts, don't coax me enough to see if you dare."

砰

Another sound

The bar manager's forehead was bleeding, and he flew out and ran into the arms of one of his subordinates.

After "Hu" calmly pressed the trigger, Deadshot blew the smoke from the gun again, looked sideways in all directions, and said in a teasing tone:

"Everyone has seen it. He asked me to shoot. It has nothing to do with me."

Roger also sighed, and in line with Deadshot's performance, he exclaimed: "I have killed many people, but this is the first time I have encountered such a request."

The people in black suits around them took a step back at the same time, looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

At this time, the security supervisor had no choice but to step forward and ask someone to carry the manager's body to the back.

"You two are so courageous. I can see that you two are quite capable. I don't want to embarrass you. How about you just wait here and wait for the police to deal with it?" The security supervisor is from the special forces and has also dealt with mutants. , knowing the power of this, so he didn’t dare to be too presumptuous when facing Roger and the other two.

"It's so funny. When did you gangsters become so law-abiding?" Roger sneered.

The security director smiled bitterly and said: "Gangsters are just a group of people trying to make a living. They can make money safely. We have our own rules for anyone who wants to get blood on their body. They are different from murderers."

"That's right. I won't embarrass you. Let's do it this way. My men killed a person in your place today and it's all on me. If you have any problem, come to me. This is my business card."

Roger smiled and handed him an exquisite card.

The security supervisor took it and took a look and was stunned.

"Strategic Homeland Defense and Logistics Bureau, you are from the government," the security director called out.

"Yes," Roger nodded, "I am Agent Roger from the Strategic Homeland Defense and Logistics Agency. After investigation by our department, the manager of this bar was suspected of endangering national security. I came here specifically to investigate and negotiate. In order to think of this manager He actually resisted law enforcement and pointed a gun at a government official. With no choice, my men had no choice but to shoot him to death. Everyone present is a witness. You have all seen it. He was completely worthy of his death."

"I understand." The security director is also a smart person. After being stunned for a moment, he realized that no matter how powerful the gang is, they would not dare to openly oppose the government. Although those national security crimes are completely nonsense, who dares to question this? a senior government agent

It doesn’t matter what the crime is. What’s important is that they are fully capable of convicting you of the crime.

If they don't cooperate, they might become the manager's ally.

This is no joke

"But how do you explain the other guest who died?" the security supervisor asked with a smile on his face.

Roger laughed and said, "Don't worry, he won't die."

The security director obviously didn't believe it. Not only did he and his men not believe it, but even Deadshot thought Roger was talking nonsense. How could anyone survive having his head shot off?

At this moment, the corpse with its head shot and hands cut off under the table in the back suddenly moved like a corpse.

Then he groped around the floor, grabbed the broken hand that fell, and then struggled to get up in the pool of blood. While rubbing his blood-congealed forehead, he muttered: "Damn it, this is the third time I've seen my own brain." Sorry, the smell is so offensive. Those people over there, please give me some respect and let those two people go, because I will cut off their heads with my own hands."

Except for Roger, everyone opened their mouths and stared at this horrifying scene.

"Oh my God," the security director exclaimed, then called to his subordinates, "Follow me. Let the two agents deal with this monster."

After saying that, he led a group of frightened men and slipped out of the back door in a hurry, disappearing in an instant.