The source of disaster in the Marvel world

A huge gunshot rang out, and a modified rubber bullet quickly hit the bar owner's forehead, sending him flying into the air and hitting the wine rack behind him. With a crackling sound, many good drinks in the wine rack began to pour out. It fell to the ground and shattered. At the same time, the bar owner fainted due to the huge impact.

The huge movement at the bar also attracted the attention of other people in the bar. Those who reacted quickly had already raised their guns and aimed at the place where the incident occurred.

Betsy shook off the little hat on her head, revealing Harley Quinn's iconic twin ponytails. The ends of her blond hair were dyed pink on one side and turned blue-green on the other. She laughed evilly.

Without stopping, he immediately put on a grenade and fired a grenade at the place where the gun was first aimed.

The grenade that was fired immediately exploded. This was a modified grenade. What exploded was not lethal fragments, but a red powder mist. However, the impact of the explosion still shocked those who were holding guns. The people are so fried.

Betsy casually drew a big smiley face on the corner of her mouth with the red powder on her hand, laughed and quickly replaced it with another grenade.

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On the other side of the bar, a huge blue powder mist exploded instantly. The red and blue mist intertwined with each other, highlighting Betsy's extremely evil charm at this moment.

The bar was already in a mess, with some screaming, some running in panic through the red and blue smoke, some yelling, and roaring, and of course there were several windows broken by the explosion and wailing sounds of accidental injuries.

At this time, Betsy was using her feet to kick hard between the legs of a big man who was attacking. Judging from the sharp tone of the big man's painful cry, it was estimated that the injury was serious.

Taking advantage of the opponent's back bent due to pain, he nimbly rolled to the other side, threw off the coat on his body, threw it in the face of another black guy who was about to attack, and raised his gun towards the crowd that was pouring into the aisle behind. Fire the last grenade.

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The green smoke floats up and intertwines with other smoke to form a painting with strong visual impact, of course, it is abstract.

After firing the gun, Betsy immediately threw away her hand and used the barrel of the gun that had been drained of bullets to knock out the black guy who broke free from her coat.

Betsy, dressed as Harley Quinn, put the exaggerated modified grenade gun on her shoulder and yelled at everyone present in a ruthless manner.

"Tell that naughty little cutie...Deadpool, Harley Quinn says hello to him, hahahahaha"

He winked mischievously, jumped off the table, and picked up Wells, the bar owner who had fainted on the ground.

"If Deadpool still wants his good friend to live, remember to ask him to come to me, um..."

Betsy tapped her red lips with a finger and smiled wildly.

"He knows where I am. I remember leaving a message for him, hahahaha."

After saying that, he turned around and dropped a huge modified diamond-shaped bomb. The people who wanted to catch up were frightened and hurriedly hid behind the bunker, but the diamond-shaped bomb only made a small bang.

A shoddy clown toy popped out, and the shoddy toy's laughter seemed to be mocking them, while Betsy had already carried the unconscious bar owner Wells and disappeared into the Germarit Bar.

"Jingle bell jingle bell"

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Before the bedside alarm clock made any movement, a bullet flew out and scattered into pieces.

"Jingle bell jingle bell"

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The clock on the wall was not spared the sacrifice.

"Ding"

"Oh Shet what a little bastard."

Deadpool took out his cell phone from under his pillow and was about to throw the culprit who disturbed his dream out of the window, but he inadvertently saw the caller ID, cursed and answered the call.

"Hey Sluk, you were just raped by a cow..."

"Wade, oh damn you finally answered the phone, something happened to Wells, and what the hell is a cow?"

"Hey man, I didn't say anything just now. I just missed the cow in my hometown. You know, I have loved drinking its milk since I was a child. By the way, what did you just say?"

"Wells, something happened. He was kidnapped by a madwoman who claimed to be Harley Quinn. She also attacked the bar. Although there were no casualties, she was able to take away the bar owner in a bar where so many mercenaries gathered. It proves how terrifying her strength is. Where did you provoke this lunatic? And she said she left you an email. Damn it, get up. Damn it, go and see. What happened to Wells if it was because of you? I won't let you go."

Deadpool hung up the phone, turned over, and immediately got caught in the sheets and fell straight to the floor.

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"Shet"

Deadpool got up in embarrassment.

"Hey, you didn't see what just happened, right?"

Deadpool said something inexplicably to the air, pushed aside the piles of indescribable publications on the table, found his laptop from inside, opened the screen, and suddenly there was a burst of oh...oh...ah ....Ah...the voice came out, and the hurried Deadpool hurriedly closed a certain website, clicked on his own mailbox, looked at thousands of unread emails, and clicked on the first few.

Some are emails from people who want to hire him, some are emails from people he has provoked, scolding him, some are advertisements for certain shopping, some are invitations to meet him, and there are several emails with pictures of clowns. The latest one is The envelope also comes with a video.

"Damn it, it's the blind one who dares to kidnap my dearest Wesler. You know, wow, she is a big beautiful girl. Damn it, Wesler, why didn't you call me if you have such a good thing?"

"cough cough"

The girl in the video cleared her throat deliberately. She wore a red and blue baseball jersey on her upper body, a small tank top that exposed her belly button. She wore short shorts on her lower body, paired with black fishnet socks, and a pair of cute golden ponytails with a tail at the bottom. The ends are dyed different red and blue colors respectively.The bizarre clown makeup on her face, especially the makeup on her lips, coupled with her somewhat crazy temperament, has an evil and deadly charm.

"Now is our entertainment time, Mr. Deadpool, let's play a game, hahaha"

Betsy adjusted the camera, and then jumped towards the center of a stage. The surrounding environment felt like a circus, except that the place covered by red cloth in the center of the stage was a little awkward.

"I have invited you many times, Mr. Deadpool, but you are unwilling to pay attention to me, so I can only ask your good friends to help. I hope you can be invited over. Let's have a good chat. I'm ready for you. We had a rich tea party, including delicious milk tea pudding.”

Betsy's aggrieved tone was like that of a little girl who had been rejected by her beloved, but her movements were not what she said. She roughly pinched Wesler's chin and moved some strange gestures at the camera. Shape, he said happily to the trembling Wesler.

"Oh, my dear little cutie, why don't you smile? Such an expression is not suitable for welcoming your good friend. Do you need me to help you?"

Becky took out a knife and pointed it at Weasel's cheek, as if she was looking for a place to cut the knife and draw a smile on him. Weasel was frightened and hurriedly squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying and faced the camera, but Bei Qi Qi seemed to be very satisfied. She walked behind and opened the red cloth wrapping the iron cage.

"Of course, if Mr. Deadpool still doesn't want to show up, I think you may have to look for some of his things in my pet's feces. Hahaha."

Two huge wolfdogs dressed up as funny clowns appeared next to Betsy, but their funny costumes couldn't hide their ferocious looks. They were facing Wesler with their bloody mouths exposed. , ready to spread.

"Hey, my little cutie, now is not the time for you to perform."

Betsy gently stroked the two ferocious giant wolf dogs, and they suddenly became quiet. They lay down in fear and whined to express their submission.

Betsy locked Whistle in the iron cage at the back. The giant timer modified on the iron cage door adjusted the pointer to 10 hours, and smiled at the frightened Whistle with a split mouth.

"You have 10 hours to enjoy your life, or think about how to escape, or pray to your God that your best friend sees this video and comes to save you, otherwise"

Betsy playfully pointed to the crane above the iron cage.

"It will open this door in 10 hours. The rest depends on whether my little cuties are interested in you."

Seeing that although he was lying on the ground, his eyes were full of bloodlust and there was a large pool of saliva on the ground, Wesler turned pale with fear and kept begging Betsy in front of him.

At the same time, he was cursing that incoherent bastard in his mind, how could he provoke such a lunatic.

The video stopped amid the chaotic barking of dogs and Wells's wailing.

"Oh poor Wells, where did I mess with this crazy bitch."

Deadpool, who was thinking about whether there was a number one among the women he had provoked, glanced at the email reception time out of the corner of his eye. He received the email at 3 o'clock in the morning, and it was already 10 noon.

"God"

Deadpool covered his face with his hands and shouted into the air.

"Time is running out. Although I haven't figured out where this crazy woman came from, I can't let my good friend be eaten by wolves and dogs like this. Although he is stupid and stingy, and he doesn't like bathing very much. Oh my God, those dogs are going to get sick from eating him and I have to stop them."

Deadpool quickly packed up his equipment and was on the phone while loading his pistol.

"Hey buddy I have a buddy who's in trouble and I have to rush to save him, so I need the fastest taxi driver in all of New York and his cute car."

"Oh no, no, no, man... you can't go too fast, but taxi drivers can. Okay, I'll meet you at the same place. I love you. My baby, I will definitely use it to repay you."

Soon, a taxi in the alley knocked over the trash can on the roadside and stopped in front of Deadpool. An Indian driver rolled down the window and greeted Deadpool warmly.

"Hey buddy, the fastest taxi driver in New York is here to report, where are we going?"