Chapter 722: New Universe, New Misfortune (Part 2)

In an arcade on the edge of Hell's Kitchen, a small yellow figure jumped onto the game machine. After skillfully inserting two coins into the coin slot of the game machine, he used his hands and feet to operate the remote control stick and buttons.

Not long after, a black shadow suddenly covered the console of the game machine. Pikachu, who was concentrating on operating the character, did not notice that there was a person behind him.

He used his yellow short hands to push the joystick hard, and then kept stepping on the buttons with his feet. The arcade was turned into a dance machine by him, but the character on the screen performed a cool combo.

Just when Pikachu was about to hit the enemy, suddenly, his hands and feet were suspended in the air, and he kept pushing the joystick and stepping on the buttons in mid-air.

Looking at the character on the screen, because no one was controlling it, it was directly KO. Pikachu waved his hands and feet frantically, but it was useless. The exasperated yellow mouse bit the hand.

A loud "Ah" scream came from behind. A man in a black and red uniform with a long sword on his back covered his hands, bent over, and turned his legs inward, screaming in pain.

"Wilson! Are you crazy?!" Pikachu shouted, "Didn't you see that I was about to win just now?"

The man called Wilson shook his hands and said, "How many times have I told you to call me Deadpool? Also, although both of us are played by Ryan Reynolds, it doesn't mean that you can call Mr. Deadpool by his name..."

"Are you sick?" Pikachu hugged his arms and said, "Get out if you have nothing to do! Don't disturb me playing games!"

"Do you still remember that you are a detective? I think you are almost a professional gamer." Deadpool pushed Pikachu away and said, "Don't think I didn't see it. You were so bad just now. Let me do it. I will definitely beat them!"

Pikachu snorted coldly and jumped aside.

Ten minutes later, Deadpool yelled: "Taste your Deadpool dad's big beep!!!"

With a "boom", the character on the screen released a big move and directly KOed the opponent, but because Deadpool pushed the joystick too hard, the joystick broke with a "click".

A few dozen seconds later, Pikachu and Deadpool were thrown out by the owner of the arcade by their collars. One man and one mouse sat on the steps in front of the staircase. Deadpool took the newly bought taco and handed it to Pikachu, saying:

"Where is Spider-Man? Where has he been recently? Why doesn't he come to play games?"

"Don't mention it. Recently, S.H.I.E.L.D. has a job for him, and he has to go to college. Do you think he is an unemployed vagrant like you?" Pikachu took a bite of taco and snorted.

"I've said it before, I'm a mercenary!"

"Yeah, no one has ever hired you as a mercenary." Pikachu took a sip of Coke and said, "I've never seen you get any work since I met you? Can you really support yourself?"

Deadpool was stunned for a moment, then said, "You're right, I'm really a useless person... But you can't blame me entirely, right???"

He said angrily, "In the past, many people hired me to assassinate their competitors, and some were even willing to spend a lot of money to assassinate the president, but now, damn, the whole world is cooperating, orders from big companies are like snowflakes, and small companies can also have a bite of soup, without having to rely on killing people to grab orders..."

"Don't talk about me, some of the most famous gold medal killers went home to get married and have children, and some simply mixed into the astronauts to go on alien scientific research..." Deadpool sighed, as if bent by the burden of life.

"Then why don't you mix into the astronauts? I remember that you are pretty good?" Pikachu asked.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Deadpool took a bite of taco and said, "Astronauts can't have scars on their bodies, but on me... do I have anything else besides scars?"

Pikachu nodded, and Deadpool took a big sip of Coke and swallowed it. He coughed twice because of the choking, and then said, "When will Spider-Man be busy? I want to play with him. The last game we played hasn't been completed yet..."

"Who knows? I think you should find a job first, otherwise, you won't even have money to buy game coins."

Deadpool snorted coldly and said, "You underestimate me too much... I don't have money to buy game coins now!"

After that, he stood up and searched his trouser pockets with his hands. There was nothing in it. He took out his wallet and shook it down, and two big head photos of him fell out. Apart from that, there was no money.

"The last money I have is used to buy food. If there are no more orders, I may really have to go to work." Deadpool shrugged.

After parting with Pikachu, Deadpool returned to the house he rented in Hell's Kitchen. At night, because he had no money to buy those ready-made snacks, he planned to cook a meal for himself.

He opened the refrigerator and found some leftovers. He didn't know how to cook, but at least he knew how to light a fire and boil a pot.

After heating the pot, he poured all the dishes into it, including the leftover hot dog buns, a bowl of noodles bought at a Chinese restaurant, unfinished spicy rice cakes, and even half a raw brown crab.

Pour all these things into the pot. Because there is no spatula, you can only stir them with your hands. When white smoke comes out, pour them all into the plate.

Deadpool shrugged his nose and whispered, "It looks like it won't taste very good, but I don't have a sense of smell, so who cares!"

As he said that, he brought the plate to the table and started to eat a lot, but he forgot one thing. Although he was a modified person and had no sense of taste, he still had diarrhea.

His stomach was not made of iron. Even if it was, it couldn't bear the leftovers from who knows how many days ago and his poor cooking skills.

Soon, Deadpool started to run to the toilet. His modified genes brought him a big trouble, that is, the amount of feces he produced was amazing.

Not long after, the toilet was blocked, but Deadpool had a stomachache and had just moved in. He couldn't find a toilet outside, so he could only find a way to unclog his own toilet.

As a mercenary who has been walking around for many years, Deadpool thought that it would be no problem to repair a small appliance, and then a few tens of seconds later, the toilet exploded.

The bad kitchen environment in the area does not mean that the residents here can tolerate their neighbors blowing shit. Soon, they called the landlord of the house. After the landlord searched all the valuables on Deadpool, he threw him out.

Deadpool, who smelled of shit, sat alone on the roof, but at this time, a figure swung to his side. Spider-Man walked towards Deadpool and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you here alone?"

"Hey! Spider-Man! I was kicked out by my landlord because I didn't fix the toilet..." Deadpool said a little aggrievedly: "But it can't be blamed on me, it's obviously his furniture that has been in disrepair for a long time!"

"Well..." Spider-Man went up and down, hit him, and then sniffed. Deadpool actually always had a bad smell on him, but the smell was more obvious today. Spider-Man was fumed and took two steps back, but he still said with special concern: "Then you have no place to live? Otherwise I'll lend you some money first, you can stay in a hotel. "

"Oh my God! How can I be so embarrassed!" Deadpool rubbed his hands with his feet turned inward, Spider-Man shook his head and said, "It's okay, I have money now, and it may rain tonight, you should find a place to live quickly."

Deadpool took the money from Spider-Man and was so moved that he almost cried. He said, "No one has ever been so nice to me, Spider-Man..."

"It's okay, this is just my concern for my friend. I'm busy recently. When I'm free, we can play games together." Peter waved to him, and Deadpool found that he looked a little tired, but before Deadpool could say anything, Peter left on the spider silk.

Deadpool pinched the stack of money, sniffed, jumped off the roof, and planned to find a new place to live, but at this moment, his cell phone rang.

"Hello? Who? ... Who are you? But I don't know you, do I? Have I ever left Spider-Man my phone number?"

"Well, can I call you ... uh ... Dr. Rodriguez? This last name is really difficult to pronounce ... What did you say? You are a psychiatrist at SHIELD? Then you must have made a lot of money..."

"Yes, I am a mercenary, what?! You said you want to hire me?!" Deadpool immediately jumped up from the ground and asked excitedly: "What are you going to hire me to do? Kill people? Which president to kill? How much is the price? I have to say, even if the price has been reduced recently, you can't fool me!"

"Not killing people? Then why are you looking for me?"

Deadpool stood there in silence for a long time, as if listening The person on the other end of the phone explained the situation, and after a while, he said:

"You mean, there is an unscrupulous game company that rolled back the entire server to a few months ago due to a program error. You have a good friend who played the game for a few months. After finding that the game was rolled back, he suffered from severe anxiety and may even have to be hospitalized for treatment..."

"Oh my God, is the operator of this game an idiot? You should be able to blow his head off and let his brains spill on the keyboard, and you can't even dig it out..."

"Yes, I understand. I also like playing games. My friend is also the kind of otaku who is addicted to games. Wait... Could your friend be..."

Deadpool's brain circuit was connected in an instant.

The psychiatrist who called him, named Schiller Rodriguez, is a psychiatrist of S.H.I.E.L.D., and Spider-Man happened to be working at S.H.I.E.L.D. recently. When he met him just now, Deadpool found that Spider-Man looked a little tired, which was very different from his energetic appearance in the past.

Could the person the psychiatrist was talking about be Spider-Man? ? ?

Deadpool glanced at the stack of money in his hand. He knew that Spider-Man's visit to him could not be an accidental encounter. It could only be that the yellow-haired mouse found Spider-Man and told Spider-Man that he was not in good condition recently, so Spider-Man came to him. Seeing Spider-Man's tired look, he might have come to help him out of his busy schedule.

Thinking of this, Deadpool asked in a deep voice: "Do you want me to kill him?"

"Just to give him some trouble? Isn't that too easy for him?... Indeed, you are right. If you do it too hard, it may cause trouble to the victim... OK, I know... The address is... Hmm? Why is this address a bit strange? Do I have to find it myself?... Okay, I am a professional."

"Price? No, I won't charge. I will leave him with an unforgettable memory!"

After hanging up the phone, Deadpool raised his head, adjusted his collar, and hung up his pistol and sword.

He walked out of the dark alley and took a heroic and resolute step under the dim light of the street lamp.

Soon, a shout resounded over Hell's Kitchen:

"Landlord!! Any more shit?!!!"

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