[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

None of them expected this scene.

Originally, he was slowly drinking his tea at the right temperature, but he was so frightened that he sucked a sip of water into his lungs.Watson watched in horror as the two visitors who were sitting on the sofa knocked over the coffee table and fell to the ground at the same time. The air was instantly filled with the choking smell of blood, his mind went blank for a few seconds, and then he coughed heart-piercingly. Tears and snot are almost coming out together.Standing closer and seeing more clearly than him, Sherlock's eyes widened instantly, staring in disbelief at Joyce and Deadpool who were suddenly shot, and the blood flowing from their chests, which soon There was a pool of bright red on the floor, and the first reaction was to run to the window where the glass had been shattered, and look in the direction of the bullet, regardless of whether the other party would shoot him in the same way.

"Come back, Sherlock!"

Jumping up from the armchair, Watson ran and shouted with a series of coughing that nearly took out his lungs.The instinct belonging to a doctor and a soldier is driving him to save people and bring back the dead roommate at the same time, but since he can't split himself in two, he can only look at the more deadly side first, copying The medicine box behind the door is going to check the situation of the two people on the floor who don't know whether they are dead or alive.And at the same time, I hope that Sherlock can realize his dangerous behavior, so that he can let go of his already riddled heart.

However, none of the three obviously wished him a better life.

"Fuck him, who the hell is the bastard who actually shot me in the back...?!!"

A second before Watson reached out to touch them, Deadpool, who was still lying on the ground and looked lifeless, suddenly moved, cursing and propping himself up from the ground, and almost missed the poor former military doctor directly. Scared to death, treat him as a fake corpse and shoot him in the head.

And he doesn't care how much psychological shadow he has caused to ordinary humans.Deadpool touched his chest, which had been hit by two bullets, it was almost a trick he hadn't realized, and he killed two birds with one stone, and suddenly felt like a dog. :

"This bastard is really fucking capable. He beat me twice, even my roommate... Oh fuck Hani?! Are you fucking okay? Just squeak if you're not dead!!"

"……fine."

Only then did he realize that Joyce didn't have the same recovery ability as him. Deadpool was so frightened that he almost rushed over to shake him.But before he actually touched the other person, Joyce had already responded in a low voice, clutching his chest and slowly propping himself up from the ground, his face was pale and even weaker than Deadpool had ever seen before.

After all, the killer's instinct gave him an early warning. Joyce had indeed been hiding very quickly just now.But in the final analysis, he still found out too late, and his sight was completely blocked by Deadpool with his back to the window, so that the sniper took advantage of the gap and took a shot.But fortunately, although the bullet did pass through Deadpool and hit his chest, it was closer to the left shoulder, and still a little far away from the fatal place like the heart, so it won't just kill him in a while. Life.

On the contrary, his biggest problem now is mainly...

"I'm a little bit annoyed."

His face was so gloomy that water could almost drip, coupled with his dyed red shirt, he looked more like a Shura ghost crawling out of hell.Joyce stood up staggeringly, obviously looking much weaker than before, but the murderous aura that seemed to be condensed all over his body was not extinguished, but the blood flowing out from the wound was even more terrifying.

"Step aside."

Joyce spoke coldly to Sherlock who was blocking the window.Then in the next second, his right hand raised the gun that he didn't know where to turn it out. He didn't need to aim at all, and he shot a box of bullets directly out of the window, splashing countless sparks on the opposite eaves.If the big detective hadn't been able to hide quickly, he would probably have to be punched right now.

No one can hurt him without paying anything.

there has never been.

A frightening black undercurrent surged in the eyes, so that the entire pupil was gradually stained with a crazy and raging killing intent.Joyce strode to the window and watched coldly the sniper on the opposite roof who was alarmed by the gunshots and got up to run away.Without any hesitation in my heart, I leaned on the bare window frame with my right hand, and jumped down from the second floor of 221B!

"Hey--!"

The reaction was half a beat slow, and Deadpool rushed to the window, but it was too late to drag his roommate who was messing around. He could only watch him land lightly, and then chased him in the direction where the enemy was fleeing without looking back.

"Damn it, don't you know what you're doing yourself, Joyce?—"

Wade seldom heard annoyed roar from the second floor, but this was not a reason to hinder Joyce's footsteps.He ran between tall buildings and narrow alleys, chasing the figure in front of him who was also running fast. He only felt a familiar burning sensation starting to spread through his blood and bones. It cools down for half a minute, but it becomes even more blazing because of it.

Joyce is well aware.

Those who want to kill him in this way at such a time will not think of anything other than his old club.He originally thought that even if the other party saw him from the surveillance of the subway, he wouldn't come so fast, and he wouldn't rush to do it when he was still on Baker Street.

However, Hydra was obviously more eager than he thought.This either means that the other party's fear of him has exceeded his expectations, or it means that the genetic samples they transported this time cannot tolerate any mistakes, and it is so important that they must kill themselves as an unstable factor in advance.

The former killer who was born in Hipaw is more inclined to the latter.

That's how interesting it is.

There was a bloody sneer at the corner of his mouth.Joyce watched the other party turn around in the street, trying to get rid of himself, and the original sky blue eyes gradually began to cover a layer of shocking red.Two faint green marks spread from the corners of the eyes to the hair like vines, as if awakening some kind of magic. In an instant, even the skin hidden under the collar seemed to begin to have an ominous blue color.

hold on.

He stretched out his hands to cover his chest, his eyes kept changing to cold and dead, and he spoke silently to the air in front of him.

The attacker in front had passed through the alley between the two buildings and was about to turn the corner. Once he mingled with the crowd in the street, his chances of escaping would be greatly increased, and Joyce would naturally not let him do so.Directly stepping on the outer wall next to his arms, he jumped up. He was like a nimble rabbit, tossing and turning in mid-air, pulling the distance between them quite a bit. When the claw sniper turned around to confirm where Joyce was chasing, he was almost frightened to death by the murderous aura so close at hand.

Still want to run?

Seeing that the other party speeded up instinctively, he was about to go around the corner and get into the busy street.Joyce snorted coldly, pulled out a small knife from his waist with his right hand, and threw it at the agent forcefully.The sharp blade flew past his eyes like an arrow from the string, almost cutting off half of the opponent's head and hair. The man was startled, and his footsteps involuntarily slowed down. Joyce seized the opportunity. With a leap, he knocked him to the ground directly from behind, and jumped out of the alley in a dog-eating mud posture, and fell dizzily onto the street outside.

"Bangdang-"

The sound of the human body and the bomb box hitting the ground attracted almost everyone's attention.Because of inertia, it inevitably rolled around and accidentally pulled his left shoulder.Joyce stood up clutching his wound, strode up to the bastard Hi Claw who almost vomited on the trash can, and stepped on his arm without saying a word.

"Keep running."

The agent's heart-piercing screams and the sound of bones breaking came together, but the deep mockery in his tone could not be concealed.Joyce leaned over and pulled up the man's collar, and dragged it to his eyes. A few drops of blood splashed onto the man's face with his movements, and flowed down the corners of his eyes. For a moment, it was a bit confusing. Who among them is the villain of the evil forces.

But Joyce can't control so much.

"Tell me your meeting point." His eyes were as cold as ice, he asked in such a deep voice.As soon as the hand holding the collar was tight, the man's face was covered with a layer of suffocating purple: "You better think clearly, if you make me angry again, you won't have a second chance to speak."

"I……"

He could clearly feel the terrifying killing intent coming from Joyce, and it gave people the illusion that he was already standing at the gate of hell.The man's face paled quickly due to the pain and fear, his teeth were chattering, and he was about to open his mouth to say something in a trance, but suddenly his breathing stopped, his gaze was fixed somewhere behind Joyce, and his pupils constricted suddenly.

At the same time, Joyce also frowned, turned around immediately, grabbed the claw and the metal arm with his backhand to block himself in front of him.

In the next second, a volley of bullets shot from across the street.

"Tsk."

If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have been beaten into a sieve like the unlucky ghost in front of him who he used as a meat shield.Joyce let go of his lifeless paw, stood among the fleeing crowd and watched coldly, and quickly locked on to an SUV parked by the sidewalk. The muzzle of the black gun protruded from the passenger compartment , Aiming in his own direction, it is obvious that Hey Claw's accomplices are waiting here to meet the sniper.

And now that the mission has failed, they will not continue to stay.

Joyce sighed softly.

Why, why are there always so many people who don't want to live well and have to hurry to find death?

"Ok."

The scorching blood flowed backwards from the heart, scorching all the way to the fundus of the eyes, almost dyeing the entire pupils of blood.As if he had finally compromised on something, he lowered his eyes, reached out and touched his chest lightly, and said in a gentle tone that made his scalp tingle: "Go and fulfill them."

Since you don't want a second chance to speak, just keep your mouth shut forever.

He made them pay.

The air seemed to be silent for a few seconds, and the sound of wind, gunshots, and cries of the crowd all disappeared from him in an instant.The monster sleeping in the dark felt the smell of blood, and opened its eyes again, the pupils were filled with shocking silence and indifference, like a carefully crafted killing machine, once it woke up, it would not turn everything in sight Never give up for ashes.

He raised his head slowly.

"Go! Then call for backup!!"

It seemed to feel the shadow of death hovering above his head.Meeting the bloodshot eyes of the other party through the car window, the agent in the car suddenly retracted his gun and yelled at his accomplice in the cab.And I could clearly feel that the atmosphere around Joyce had changed, and the driving car didn't dare to delay. With one step on the accelerator, the SUV roared and rushed out, as if there was something terrifying chasing after him.

sucker Punch.

Standing still and watching the car disappear from his sight, he leaned over to pick up the gun case containing Barrett, but before he could take a step, another black Wrangler rushed out from the corner , came to a sudden stop in front of him with harsh brakes, dragging two obvious white marks on the road.

"Hurry up, Hani, I'll take you after him!"

He hurriedly opened the car door, and Deadpool, who had finally rushed up from Baker Street, stretched his neck and looked at the car that was about to disappear in front of him, urging him to get in the car.But he didn't wait a long time for anyone to answer, and turned his head to look a little suspiciously.

"Who the fuck is you Hani?"

Looking at his eyes as if looking at a dead person, Zero twitched the corners of his mouth, with an obvious warning in his tone: "Don't play with him casually."

Deadpool:"……"

Fuck.

Then let's talk about this issue later, boss? !