Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto - Chapter 1419 the carnage begins

"What's the point of praying?"

"Have you responded once?"

"Burning words are like fire and disappearing, and the spare words are scattered into mud."

"Speechlessly calling you, I can't stop trembling, my heart has twisted my soul to the point of shattering!"

In the ruined apartment that was destroyed by the explosion, there was the sound of a shower, accompanied by humming songs.

Although the explosion destroyed the functions of most facilities, the broken water pipe did not affect the shower. Deadpool hummed a song while carefully cleaning his body, removing all the blood stains and sludge. wash off.

After a while, after cleaning, he walked out of the half-collapsed 'bathroom' naked.

"Last dreams of the past are like smoke, let the beautiful Nirvana reappear."

"I look up and ask the God of the sky, I beg you to restore the beautiful Nirvana."

"Let the tears in my heart calm the fire of my soul."

He hummed the song, picked up the tight battle suit that was placed at the door, and after slowly putting it on, he pulled out two specially-made samurai swords from the broken wall.

Swish swish!

Randomly pulled a few knives and made a sharp cutting sound in the air.

Deadpool folded his knives into his back, and inserted two pistols into the gun pockets of his legs. After confirming that there was no missing equipment, he nodded contentedly and walked to the only remaining mirror.

The singing stopped abruptly.

Looking at the ugly face covered with scars in the mirror, the corners of Deadpool's lips gradually rose, evoking a crazy arc.

"Hi... hello, Mr. Wade Winston Wilson."

"I'm Deadpool, nice to... meet you."

The face reflected in the mirror became crazy, evil, violent, and hideous.

"You want sales, don't you? No problem...I'll satisfy you, narrators high above!"

"Good show... it's on!"

As the voice fell, Deadpool slowly put on his hood.

Stepping on the pool of blood and viscera, he made a strange snapping sound, and stepped on the ordinary people he slaughtered. Deadpool smiled in a low and evil manner, then walked out of the apartment, and when he turned back, he carefully closed the door .

Snapped!

When the door of the apartment closed, what flashed through the cracks of the door were those scarlet and violent children's eyes.

"God can't extinguish my anger, just because my soul... has long been twisted and broken!"

Dandan's singing reverberated in the corridor of the apartment, drifting away until it disappeared completely.

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Three full days have passed since the explosion in Vienna.

Shockingly, Captain America assisted criminals to escape, and blatantly refused and protested the Sokovia Agreement. With the help of many media, these two actions made him now, basically, a street rat that everyone shouts and beats.

The hero who once fought against the CCP became an accomplice of the massacre overnight.

Not only him, but the Scarlet Witch who accidentally caused civilian casualties in Nigeria was also revealed by the media that she was a member of Hydra. After the disaster in Sokovia was closely related to her, she was also attacked by millions of people. Netizens slander.

Facebook, Twitter, all social media networks, including news, newspapers, variety shows, are doing everything they can to discredit her.

The Avengers Alliance, which was united in the past, also had a huge crack because of Captain America's behavior. For the two major factions, they even angered each other in public.

And the initiator of all this, Nick Fury is sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, quietly waiting for the next development.

It's just that Fury has some headaches. Recently, in many places in New York, superheroes, supervillains, and even some well-known politicians and big capitalists have been assassinated by a red-hooded mercenary.

In just two days, more than a dozen victims appeared.

"Let everyone be careful..."

Fury pinched his eyebrows and said to Coulson: "Investigate his origins, and then... just kill him."

He is really powerless now, and he has no extra thoughts to worry about such 'trivial' things.

Since the last time he was attacked by the Skrulls, he knew that the other party's patience was about to be exhausted. If he didn't do something at the last moment, then only destruction awaited them.

"Understood, Director, I will inform them."

Coulson nodded. As a confidant, he immediately understood what his boss meant.

Go and inform those superheroes that a mercenary is plotting to kill them.

However, when Coulson arrived, it seemed a little late.

The first person he chose to notify was Hawkeye Barton, who was on vacation, but when he arrived at the other party's apartment in New York, he found that the walls and corridors were covered with chilling blood.

A large number of bloodstains, like the artist's paint, were splashed and smeared on the walls and floors.

There are traces of twisting and dragging, and signs of struggle can be clearly seen.

Coulson felt bad, and immediately opened the door.

boom!

The moment the door was pushed open, Coulson's eyes widened, showing a look of astonishment.

Hawkeye Barton was nailed to the wall by a sharp arrow, his eyes were glaring, his limbs were brutally severed, blood seeped into the depths of the gap along the floor, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Patton... died, and died by his own arrow, and in his bedroom.

The chill surged up behind Coulson's forehead, and there was hardly any thought or hesitation, let alone collecting the corpses for his companions. Instead, he strode out of the room, rushed directly into his car, and stomped on the accelerator. .

At the same time, he made contact and reported the assassination of Patton.

The beloved car galloped down the road with a dazzling red flash and dashed toward Queens.

In his impression, the most famous superhero in New York is right there.

Ten minutes later, he rushed to a street in Queens.

Before he could stop, he heard harsh gunshots and classic American scolding from the room across the street.

"His goal is indeed here!"

Coulson pulled out the gun from his waist, kicked the car door, rushed down, and ran to the opposite house.

boom!

A loud bang was heard, the door was knocked open, and a figure flew out.

Coulson, who was rushing towards him, happened to be bumped into his arms by the figure. The two of them snorted and flew upside down for several meters at the same time, wiping a conspicuous bloodstain on the hard asphalt road.

"Cough cough... I'm sorry, you hurry up and get out of here!"

The man coughed heavily, the blood couldn't stop spurting out, and at the same time he didn't forget to let him go.

Only then did Coulson see that the person who hit him was the target he was looking for, Spider-Man Peter Parker.

"I'm a SHIELD agent, and I'm here to protect you!" Coulson didn't dare to be sloppy, he directly reported his identity, and then said: "Someone is deliberately murdering superheroes, and you are one of the targets!"

"I think...I know who you're talking about..."

Spider-Man's eyes narrowed slightly~www.novelbuddy.com~ turned to the opposite street, and said solemnly: "Wade Winston Wilson, codenamed Deadpool, professional mercenary, special ability is immortality, proficient in all kinds of Hot weapons and cold weapons, the fighting ability is extremely strong."

"Tsk tsk tsk...As expected of my good friend, he knows me better than my wife."

In the extremely weird laughter, Dead Servant walked out of the room across the street, carrying two samurai swords, and grinned: "Seeing that you are my good friend, I deliberately... keep you. It's the last one."

"Why do that... Wade?!"

Spider-Man covered his chest and asked, where he was slashed with a knife, and the bones were deep in the wound.

"Um...let me think, why exactly?"

After pondering for a moment, Dead Servant let out a low smile: "Of course...for your own good!

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