"Tick-tick"
"Tick-tick"
In the quiet little room, there were the rustling sounds of small creatures crawling, and the crisp sound of unknown liquids dripping on the ground and splashing small water flowers.
Jack was exhausted. How long had he been hanging here upside down? Anyway, when he was bored, he counted his heartbeats fifty-three thousand six hundred and seventy-one times. A cockroach crawled over his face, breaking the count, and now he had to start again.
At this time, his disfigured face was so swollen that it was about to explode due to excessive congestion. His mouth was as dry as cracked ground, and droplets of blood were flowing out of his cracked lips.
"Bang"
The door of the small room was kicked open by a strong man, and this loud noise broke the silence in the room.
"Thank God! Did God finally have mercy on me? Virgin Mary, is that you?"
"Bang!"
A fist the size of a casserole slammed into Jack's stomach. His body was hit by this punch, causing him to start swinging due to inertia.
When Jack started swinging, he saw clearly that the person who attacked him was the Dust Angel.
"You again? Are you still upset about your morning punch? Can you let me down? I'm really super like this..."
"Bang!"
The second and third punches came one after another. Jack was punched in the face this time. A big yellow tooth jumped out of his mouth, outlining a beautiful arc in the air. Finally, two jingles fell on the ground.
The moment Jack was punched in the face, he seemed to see God calling him... No, it was a pretty beautiful woman looking at herself in a corner of the room! She must be an angel!
Just look at a large golden wave like a waterfall sprinkling fragrant shoulders, and a long black split skirt tilts her front and back, set off by a figure as curved as a classical vase.
The faces of Europeans and Americans are a beauty that cannot be described in words. This kind of beauty transcends race or skin color; it is a beauty that can be appreciated by the whole world.
Wait a minute, why can I see the angel?
Who did you see? A real hallucination?
Am I really dying? Why do I think about women at times like this?
"Pop!"
The fourth punch of the Dust Angel came. This punch fell on Jack's forehead and directly blurred Jack's vision...
In just one day, Jack fainted twice in a row, setting a new record. If Jack had friends here, they would definitely cheer for him.
Half asleep, Jack felt five cold and slender fingers stroking his face.
At this moment, Jack was no longer hanging upside down but lying on a slightly hard wooden bed. He was locked in a small ward with a very poor environment, and the whole room could barely be seen by relying on a small light bulb with such weak light that it could go out at any time.
At this moment, Jack felt that all the pain in his body was about to fall apart.
Jack opened his eyes dimly. He saw the blonde angel in a black split skirt he saw when he was beaten like a human sandbag. The first moment Jack saw her face, he only saw a skeleton, but that skull face soon turned into a beautiful face.
So beautiful... Are all European and American angels so beautiful?
It was decided that after leaving here, he would focus on Europe and the United States.
When the woman saw Jack opening his eyes, she seemed to know what Jack was thinking and smiled softly. Her voice seemed to be a good medicine that could cure his stubborn disease. Just her ringing laughter made Jack suddenly refreshed!
There was still a faint smell in the air, but the smell was mixed with the faint body fragrance of the woman in front of him.
This is still in that laboratory. Is his soul about to be stripped away?
But this woman at my bedside...
"Who are you?" Jack sat up and stared at the woman in front of him.
The woman tilted her head slightly and looked at Jack. Her eyes smiled crescent-shaped, "Have you forgotten me so soon?"
"You're not my fantasy, are you? Definitely, it seems that I miss women crazy..."
"Then I'll leave?" The woman chuckled after hearing this.
Jack sighed when he heard this, and then saw that the beauty at the bedside was gone.
He gently slapped his forehead with one hand and sat up straight: "Am I crazy?... I can actually see hallucinations. What should I see next? Alice of three hundred pounds next door? Who else? I heard that Beast Girl is good..."
"You are really cute. You are causing trouble with me on purpose, right?" The soft voice appeared again, and she gently pressed it against Jack's ear.
At this time, the woman's movements were very ambiguous, and Jack could even feel the heat emitted when the two fragrant lips were opened and closed.
"Wade, we finally meet again... I miss you." Death gently opened her arms and hugged a confused Jack into her arms. "The contract we signed a year ago will take effect in one month on Earth Day. At that time, I can meet you at any time... But I'm sorry, the curse of Thanos on you..."
"Deed? Could it be that going to heaven is the same as the British merchants who sold black slaves to America? No, oh, God, have mercy on me... Wait a minute, you said I was cursed by Thanos?"
"Ah, this," the woman was a little helpless. After gently stroking the long hair on her forehead to the base of her ears, she easily revealed her smooth forehead. "Wade, once the contract comes into effect, you will become my messenger. Thanos will never be able to hurt you again."
"Oh, that's great."
"Wade, you know, there's only one thing in this world that satisfies me," a flush of excitement gradually appeared on the woman's face, "that's the end of life — death... You keep walking between life and death, and you are still the most humorous and excellent hunter I have ever seen, so I decided it was you."
"So... you want me to be your Pokémon?"
"You are more secure than Thanos, and you will be the messenger of death, reaping the creatures for me. Wade, be strong," Death said, gently hugged Jack's face, and kissed him deeply...
After Death disappeared for a long time, Jack suddenly opened his eyes. He took a sharp breath and sat up as if he had been reborn.
Death... He actually saw Death! And Death really loves Deadpool!
Jack lowered his head and looked at his spread hands, then clenched them into fists...
I am already an immortal body cursed by Thanos... Then what is the contract of death?... What is it? It's not said in the comics...
He slapped himself in the face to calm himself down. At this moment, he suddenly found that other places on his body that had been beaten by the Dust Angel no longer hurt... It is absolutely impossible to wake up from that level of injury!
So there is only one possibility — his own ability has awakened. Did Death help him just now?
Have you gained the ability to heal yourself?
Jack raised his right hand and decisively took a hard bite on his wrist. Anyway, the pain was nothing to him.
The blood flowed from his wrist after this bite, but after a few moments, the wound returned to its original state, leaving only dry blood stains.
Yes, I already have the ability to heal myself!
Next, he tried waving his fists and feet and found that today's fists and feet were quite light. He could open a hole in the stone wall with just one punch...
Wade's series of fighting skills were once played again in Jack's mind like a film projector. They were firmly imprinted in his mind, and his body could easily use them. These memories were all very vague before!
After throwing two punches, Jack lay on the bed again, his mind messed up and thinking about what he should do next, which caused him to toss and turn and never fall asleep.
His body didn't hurt or itch, so he chose to sit up and glanced around the small ward of only five square meters to see if there was any way to escape from prison.
The walls everywhere were covered with moss and a disgusting fishy smell. Outside the small window of the ward door was a dark corridor. There was a poor candlelight every few meters, and the candlelight could only barely illuminate a small area.
Every now and then, several flying insects pounce on the candles and are immediately burned into black residue. This is like saying that those of them who are being treated as experiments want to escape.
But Jack is different; he will not die.
Just as Jack was feeling sad for the flying insects that had just put out the fire, a dirty and scabbed hand suddenly wiped out the candle.
Then a young face with delicate features like a knife appeared outside Jack's ward. The most impressive thing about him was his bright blue eyes.
As both of them sat on the bed in Jack's ward, Jack finally couldn't help but speak: "Who are you here? How did you get in? Before I could see clearly, you got in through the wall and sat on my bed."
"Also, since you are so powerful, why don't you leave here? Fly away like a moth, well, I admit that's not a good description, so who the hell are you?"
"Francis doesn't know that I have awakened abilities yet, but there are thick protective walls and a lot of guards around his laboratory, and my penetration ability cannot pass through the outer barriers of the laboratory," said the dirty-faced young man, for Jack's disfigured face was so special that he glanced secretly several times.
The young man's accent was very strange. Jack thought that he might be Russian. He always spoke with a bald tongue, like a Russian-made RPK machine gun.
"Wait a moment... Then why are you looking for me? I have nothing," Jack said, pointing to his face. "You also saw that I only have my face, which is the same as being bitten by a mutated Shar-Pei dog that drank Japanese seawater. No, to be precise, it was like Freddy of Elm Street messed with a map of Utah."
"No, sir... I saw," the young man was sitting upright, and his eyes were still so sharp, "You broke the wall with your fists."
Jack sighed after hearing what the young man said, ignoring the young man lying directly on the bed: "You actually peeked at me. Have you ever considered that I was really bitten by an irradiated Shar-Pei dog and turned into a Shar-Pei dog-man, just like Spider-Man? He can still heal himself, but I won't spit out white silk... Wait, I will~"