Chapter 408 Leaving the Base! Deadpool's Evaluation!

After Fred finished speaking, he touched his stomach. Yes, he was hungry again after just finishing breakfast.

"The food at the base is still as rubbish as ever, just a few slices of bread with bacon. I can't eat it for half an hour." Fred couldn't help complaining, "I really don't know where Stryker spent the budget. Is it difficult to add pork elbow to breakfast?"

"So you resigned for this?" Logan looked Fred up and down, feeling that this guy seemed to have gained weight again, "It's only been a few years, and you have changed from a burly mercenary to a regular customer in KFC. By the way, don't you exercise? You have to pay attention to your body management."

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Fred's eyes flashed with an imperceptible gleam, and then his face sank, and he said with an ugly expression: "Do you mean I'm fat?"

You know, he hates people pointing fingers at his body the most, even if it's Logan.

"Don't get me wrong..." Before Logan finished speaking, he saw a fist as big as a sandbag hitting him.

"Shit!"

The blow of the fist meant that Fred was serious.

"Not really, can this irritate you?" Logan dodged the punch and looked at Fred in astonishment, "What the hell is wrong with you? I didn't mock you."

"You can't say I'm fat!" Fred's eyes were red, like an angry brown bear.

With a loud bang, he punched the wall. The wall made of concrete could not withstand such a heavy blow. A hole several centimeters deep was directly smashed out, and even the slightly twisted steel structure inside could be seen. Obviously, there was a load-bearing wall behind Logan.

"If you really care so much, then I take back what I just said."

"Too late."

Fred was like a boxer without any rules, completely ignoring defense and only focusing on attacking.

"If you don't stop, I'll have to fight back." Logan, who dodged several attacks in succession, was gradually filled with anger. Although some of his words might have accidentally hit Fred's sore spot, there was no need to hold on to this misunderstanding.

At this time, he had been forced to press his back against the wall, and there was almost no way to avoid the whistling fist.

"Fuck you!" Wolverine Logan put away his steel claws while punching out his right fist, otherwise, the sharpness of the steel claws would be enough to pierce Fred's fist.

However, Fred had no intention of appreciating Logan's kindness at all. In his opinion, the little friendship between him and Logan had been used up when he reminded him to be careful of the Homelander.

"I'm afraid this guy has a problem with his brain." Logan thought.

Bang! At the moment when the fists of both sides touched, the opponent's huge force made Logan feel bad. His right arm, which he swung out, seemed to hit a bulldozer.

Then, a slight click sounded from his shoulder. Logan, who had rich combat experience, immediately realized that his right shoulder was dislocated, so he turned sideways without hesitation and saw Fred's fist, which was still powerful, smashing into the wall.

Seeing this, Logan's face turned cold, and his eyes showed the brutality of a beast. He rushed out and came to Fred, and then stabbed Fred's chin with his left hand with steel claws at a very fast speed.

It seemed that blood would spurt out from Fred's wound in the next second.

"Stop!" A loud shout came from a distance.

At this critical moment when Fred was about to die on the spot, Logan controlled his killing intent and stopped the sharp claws less than one centimeter away from Fred's skin.

"What time is it? You are still planning to quarrel among yourselves! Logan, why don't you put your claws away quickly."

Stryker walked towards the two people quickly. After all, he didn't want to see bloodshed in the base.

"I didn't intend to kill him." Logan took a step back with a cold face, and at the same time, the exposed steel claws swooshed into the back of his hand.

Fred, who was almost killed, did not speak, but nodded to Stryker.

"You, Fred, write a self-criticism to me immediately, otherwise get out of the base." Stryker, who was already in a bad mood, was now even worse. His whole face was livid with anger, and his eyes were flashing with anger.

"Sorry, I quit."

Fred glanced at Logan meaningfully, and then said: "In this base, either I or him, or he or I."

"Okay, okay."

Stryker, who laughed in anger, pointed at Fred and said: "Get out! Get out of the base now, I will have someone transfer your retirement pay to your account."

"Since you choose to let Logan stay, I have nothing to say." Fred turned around and left without hesitation, like a brown bear who successfully stole honey, with a hint of joy in his heavy footsteps.

He is not a fool. If he does not leave here in time, he will probably end up like Victor and the others, being killed by the powerful Homelanders.

Looking at Fred's back as he left, Logan felt like he was being used.

"Damn, you can't judge a person by his appearance."

Logan was speechless. He did not expect Fred to resort to such means to leave here. This was totally inconsistent with Fred's usual personality.

Then, he retracted his gaze and turned to look at Stryker, saying, "When will you send me to Washington?"

"Sure enough, you are still as impatient as before." Stryker paused, and then said: "You have just fused Adamantium alloy, so I'm afraid it will take some time to get used to it. In half a month, I will arrange for someone to send it to you. Go to Washington."

"I hope you can keep your word."

Logan didn't talk nonsense. After speaking, he walked straight towards the training ground. The training ground is located in the center of the base, covering an area of ​​about 300 square meters. It is where the soldiers in the base usually train.

"Don't worry, we are grasshoppers on the same rope now. We all want to kill the people of the motherland, so I have no reason not to help you."

When Logan passed by Stryker, Stryker said calmly.

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Weiss Newspaper Agency, the president's office was very quiet. The dazzling sunlight shined through the window and shone on Xia Shang, as if it was coated with a faint golden light.

"It's a wonderful life like this. You don't have to work but you can still get paid. It's so comfortable."

Deadpool, wearing a red tights suit, lay on the sofa like a salted fish... turned over and made a comfortable sound.

And the sexy battle uniform he wore was tailor-made for him by Xia Shang based on his memory. As expected, Deadpool was very satisfied with it and even gave this comment: "Big boss, you are really mine." Don’t worry about the roundworms in your stomach, I will never take deworming medicine to pull them out.”

Thinking of this, Xia Shang, who was reading the newspaper, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth slightly. (End of chapter)