The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In a game hall on the edge of Hell's Kitchen, a small yellow figure jumped onto the game machine, skillfully dropped two coins into the coin slot of the game machine, and then used his hands and feet to operate the remote control lever and buttons.

Not long after, a black shadow suddenly covered the console of the game console. Pikachu, who was concentrating on manipulating the character, didn't notice a person coming behind him at all.

With his short yellow hands, he pushed the joystick vigorously, and then kept stepping on the buttons with his feet. The arcade machine was suddenly played by him as a dance machine, but the characters on the screen made a cool combo. trick.

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

Looking at the character on the screen, who was directly KO'd because no one was controlling it, Pikachu frantically waved his hands and feet, but to no avail, the exasperated yellow mouse bit that hand.

There was a loud Aww from behind. A man in a black and red uniform with a long sword on his back was clasping his hands, bent over, his legs inward, and kept screaming in pain.

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

The man named Wilson shook his hands and said, How many times have I said, call me Deadpool, and even though our two actors are Ryan Reynolds, it doesn't mean that you can call me Deadpool The name of the servant...

You're not sick, are you? Pikachu folded his arms and said, Go away if you're fine! Don't bother me playing games!

Do you remember that you are a detective? I see, you are almost a professional gamer. Deadpool pushed Pikachu away and said, Don't think I didn't see it, you were so good just now, let me come, I will definitely blow them up!

Pikachu snorted coldly and jumped aside.

Ten minutes later, Deadpool yelled, Taste your Deadpool daddy's big beep——!!!

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

Tens of seconds later, Pikachu and Deadpool were thrown out by the boss of the arcade hall with their collars. One person and one mouse sat on the steps in front of the staircase hall. Deadpool took the Tucker he just bought, handed it to Pikachu, and said:

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

Forget it, S.H.I.E.L.D. has a job looking for him recently, and he still has classes at university. Do you think he's a jobless vagrant like you? Pikachu said with a cold snort as he took a bite of his taco.

I told you, I'm a mercenary!

Yeah, no one has ever hired your mercenary. Pikachu took a sip of Coke and said, Since I met you, I haven't seen you get any job? Can you really support yourself?

Deadpool was stunned for a moment, then said: You're right, I'm such a useless person...But it can't be entirely my fault, right???

He said angrily: In the past, many people hired me to assassinate his competitors, and some were even willing to spend a lot of money to assassinate the president, but now, hell, the whole world is cooperating, and orders from big companies are like snowflakes , Small companies can also have a sip of soup, and there is no need to rely on killing people to grab orders...

Don't say it's me, some of the most famous gold-medal killers went home to get married and have children, and some simply sneaked into the astronauts and went to alien scientific research... Deadpool sighed, as if Bent down by the burden of life.

Then why don't you mix into the astronauts? I remember, you're pretty good at it? Pikachu asked.

What nonsense are you talking about? Deadpool took a bite of taco and said, Astronauts can't have scars on me, on me... besides scars, is there anything else on my body?

Pikachu nodded, and Deadpool took a big sip of Coke and swallowed it. He coughed twice, and then said, When is Spider-Man not busy? I want to play with him. The last game we two haven't played yet. Passing customs...

Who knows, I think, you'd better find a job first, otherwise, you won't even have the money to buy game coins.

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

After finishing speaking, he stood up, and took out his trouser pocket with his hands, but there was nothing in it. He took out his wallet and shook it down, and two pictures of his head fell out. Other than that, there was nothing penny.

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 his rented house in Hell's Kitchen, and at night, because he had no money to buy those ready-made snacks, he planned to cook himself a meal.

When he opened the refrigerator, there were still some leftovers in it. He didn't know how to cook at all, but he could turn on the fire anyway.

After heating up the pot, pour all the dishes into it, including the leftover hot dog buns, a piece of noodles bought at a Chinese restaurant, unfinished spicy rice cakes, and even half a raw breaded crab.

Pour these things into the pot all at once, because there is no spatula, so you can only stir it by hand, wait until white smoke comes out, and pour them all into the plate.

Deadpool shrugged his nose and said in a low voice, It doesn't look like it will smell very good, but I don't have a sense of smell either, so what the heck!

As he said that, he brought the plate to the table and began to eat, but he forgot one thing, even though he is a reformer and has no sense of taste, he still has diarrhea.

His stomach is not made of iron, even if it is, it can't bear the leftovers from a few days ago, and the poison of his poor cooking skills.

Soon, Deadpool started running to the toilet, and his genetic modification brought him a big problem, that is, he produced an amazing amount of shit.

It didn't take long for the toilet to become clogged, but Deadpool had a stomachache and he had just moved here, so he couldn't find an outside toilet, so he could only find a way to unclog his own toilet.

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

The poor environment of the regional kitchen does not mean that the residents here can bear their neighbors blowing shit. Soon, they called the landlord of this house, and the landlord threw him away after searching all the valuables on Deadpool. go out.

Deadpool, who smelled like shit, was sitting alone on the roof, but at this moment, a figure swung by 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 aggrieved: But it can't be my fault, it's because his furniture has been in disrepair for a long time!

Hmm... Spider-Man went up and down, hit him once, and then sniffled. Deadpool had always had a stench on him, but today the stench was more obvious, and Spider-Man was so smoked that he took two steps back. , but he still said with special concern: Then you have no place to live? Otherwise, I will lend you some money first, so you can go to a hotel.

Oh my god! How embarrassing this is! Deadpool rubbed his hands in his feet, and Spider-Man shook his head and said, It's okay, I have money now, and it might rain tonight, so you better hurry up and find me. a place to live.

Deadpool took the money from Spider-Man and was so touched that he was about to cry. He said, No one has ever treated me so well, Spider-Man...

It's okay, it's just a matter of concern for my friends. I've been busy recently. When I'm free, the two of us will play games together. Peter waved to him. No matter what the waiter said, Peter left with a spider's thread.

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

Hello? Who?... Who do you say you are? But I don't know you, do I? Have I ever left a call for Spider-Man?

Okay, can I call you... er... Dr. Rodriguez? That's such a catchy last name... What did you say? You're a psychiatrist from S.H.I.E.L.D.? You must be making a lot of money then ...

Yes, I'm a mercenary, what?! You said you want to hire me?! Deadpool immediately bounced off the ground, and asked excitedly, What are you going to hire me for? To kill? Which president to kill? What about the price? I must say, even if the price has been lowered recently, you can't fool me!

Don't kill people? Then why are you looking for me?

Deadpool stood there silent for a long time, as if he was listening to the person on the other end of the phone explaining the situation. After a while, he said:

You mean, there is an unscrupulous game company that backfiled the entire server to a few months ago because of a program error. You have a good friend who played the game for several months and found that it was backfiled. After that, I suffered from very severe anxiety disorder, and may even have to be hospitalized...

God, is the operation of this game a fool? You should be able to blow his head off and let his brains scatter on the keyboard, and you can't pick it out...

Yes, I understand, I also like playing games, and my friend is also the kind of dead house addicted to games, wait... This friend of yours, could it be...

Deadpool's brain circuit was hooked up in an instant.

The psychiatrist named Schiller Rodriguez who called him 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 discovered that Spider-Man seemed to be A little tired, very different from his usual energetic appearance.

The person the psychiatrist is talking about is probably Spider-Man, right? ? ?

Deadpool glanced at the wad of money in his hand, and he knew that it was impossible for Spider-Man to come to him by chance, the only possibility was that the yellow-haired mouse found Spider-Man, and told Spider-Man that he was not in good condition recently , That's why Spider-Man came here, and seeing Spider-Man's exhausted appearance, I'm afraid he sneaked in to help him.

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

Just to make trouble for him? Isn't this a little too cheap for him?...Indeed, you are right, if you do too much, it may cause trouble for the victim...Okay, I get it... The address is... um? Why is this address a bit weird? Do I have to find it myself?... Well, I'm a professional.

Price? No, I don't charge money, I will leave him a memory that will last a lifetime!

After hanging up the phone, Deadpool looked up, straightened his neckline, hung up his pistol and long sword,

He walked out along the dark alley, and under the dim light of the street lamps, he took heroic and resolute steps.

Soon, a shout resounded over Hell's Kitchen:

Landlord!! Is there any shit?!!!

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