"Wade, shut your stinky mouth, otherwise I don't mind letting that person know your existence! I think he has missed you for a long time!"

At this time, in a luxuriously decorated room full of Central European century-style, an old man with gray hair butler's uniform opened his eyes wide, his wrinkled old face was flushed red, and his nostrils were spraying heavily, and he said to the masked man in a red tights in front of him with gritted teeth.

The old man was thin and as if he was about to walk, but he spoke very strongly, and his old voice shocked the whole room.

The masked man he called Wade was the Deadpool who had failed to attack Spider-Man and was beaten up by Hodge.

After hearing the old man's threat of gritting teeth, Deadpool spread his hands helplessly, as if he was talking to himself, or saying to the air: "Hey! Did you hear it? This old guy threatened me?"

"Will I be threatened?"

"No! Of course not!"

After talking to himself, Deadpool's hand slowly reached behind him and slowly pulled out the only knife left behind him.

"Clang--!"

The sharp blade and sharp blades rubbed against the scalp and made a numb sound.

Deadpool's movements made the old man who was still angry just now pale in an instant. The wrinkles on the old face trembled violently because of fear. The cold sweat on his forehead squirmed out and flowed into the rising gully on his forehead.

"Swish!"

After pulling out the knife, Deadpool teleported and disappeared in front of the old man who was sweating in cold sweat. He appeared directly behind him, put one hand on his shoulder and the other hand on the sharp blade tightly against his old and thin neck.

"I don't want to hear your disgusting sound!" My mouth was almost pressed against the old man's ear, and the sound was as if it was squeezed out from the cracks of his teeth. Although it was low, it made people feel numb and cold all over, as if they were in an ice cave.

"you……

Do you want to kill me?"

The old man was sweating all over, and his chin was trembling and unable to close when he spoke.

"Guess if I will cut off your head and stuff it into your anus?" He grabbed Tang Dao in his hand with one hand and gently moved the old man's neck while speaking.

As the blade moved, the cold and thorny cold light directly made the sweaty old man stiffen all over. His two dark eyes burst out because of fear, as if he wanted to break free from his eye sockets and stay away from the biting cold light.

"Gurl!"

After the old man's body stiffened for a long time, his throat, which became dry due to fear, made him unconsciously spit out a mouthful of saliva. The sound seemed unusually clear and harsh in this luxurious and quiet room.

Although he was afraid, the old man felt a little relieved when he found that Deadpool had not killed him. However, looking at the cold blade on his neck forced him to deal with the killer beside him.

At this time, the old man's mind was running wildly. He didn't know whether the killer behind him, who had no professional ethics, would "click" and move his head away from his body.

"You can't kill me." Feeling the coldness of his skin on his neck, the old man stammered.

"Oh~!"

When he heard the old man's words, the Deadpool on him put it on, let out a long voice in the monster, as if he was ridiculing and sarcasticating the old man's words.

The strange sound of Deadpool made the old man panic. He knew very well this guy's temper. He never acted according to the rules of his cards and liked to do his own things.

In order to prevent him from giving himself a chance to speak in excitement, he directly killed himself, the old man quickly shouted: "Without me covering you, that person will definitely find you, and then catch you and torture you constantly!"

After shouting, the old man found that the knife on his neck had not been wiped down. He felt sure, and his tone no longer trembled when he spoke.

"Without me, you would still live the dark life before!"

After saying that, the old man appointed him to close his eyes. He had only so much he could say. If he could not change Deadpool's attention, then no matter how much he said, he would still be dead.

"Hehe." Seeing the old man closing his eyes and waiting for death, Deadpool sneered.

He slowly moved the knife away from the old man's neck, looked at the old man sarcastically, and said, "Listen! No one can threaten me or order me! The commission you give me is considered to have bought you for your life, don't let me see you again!"

After saying that, he ignored the old man and teleported away from this luxurious room, missing.

Seeing Deadpool leave, the old man in a black housekeeper's suit collapsed in place with a pale face. Sweat had unknowingly soaked his clothes, revealing a pool of wet marks.

After a long time, the old man slowly stood up, and the fear on his face disappeared with time, and horrifying resentment and anger burst out from his dark eyes.

In a panic, he took out a silver-white mobile phone from his pocket and broadcast a phone call.

"Hey, help me get Colonel Stryker..."

...

The dispute between the two seemed secret, but Hodge could hear it in his ears and see it in his eyes.

This old man, Hodge is 100% sure that he has never seen him. He seems to have a deep hatred with Parker, but he is just an ordinary person after all. Just let him pay attention next time when he sees Parker.

Thinking of this, Hodge retracted his attention, closed his eyes again, and continued to absorb the huge sunlight. Now he only wants stronger strength.

Because whether it was the Deadpool who could not be killed or the energy cannon he took over when he stopped Tony before, he felt that his strength was insufficient.

Compared to Superman in the comics, I am really far from that.

What's more, according to the memory in my mind, the earth is about to welcome a "god", the god who can beat Tony who has used new energy without the power to fight back!

Thinking of this, Hodge had a pursuit of power for the first time, wanting to have stronger strength!!!

Sky aircraft carrier, training room.

Colson stood in front of the console in the training room with a smile on his face, watching Parker train meticulously through the screen in front of him.

"How is his progress?"

At some point, Fury, dressed in black and expressionless, stood beside Colson.

"It's very good, he works very hard."

Colson looked at the screen, and the agile Parker avoided bullets rushing from all directions and smiled with satisfaction.

"I think he should learn some fighting skills."

As he said that, Colson picked up a microphone and said to Parker, who fired several more bullets in the training room, "Pack, take a break first, I will arrange for you to have an instructor later, who will teach you real fighting skills."

After saying that, Colson put down the microphone, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he glanced at Fury, who was expressionless, "How is your situation?"

"It's almost OK, now we just need to wait with peace of mind."

Fury's voice remained unchanged, but Colson, who had been with him for many years, could feel the excitement in Fury's tone. He just smiled slightly and didn't say much.

At this time, Tony was sitting in his lab watching what Fury gave him, a videotape left by his father.

After reading it, Tony immediately said to his assistant Super Intelligent Jarvis: "Jarvis, can you simulate a digital wireframe model?"

"No problem, sir." Jarvis responded immediately to Tony's order.

As Jarvis' mechanical sound rang out, a blue light instantly swept through the videotape that Tony was playing, and then Jarvis's voice rang out: "Stark Expo model has been scanned, sir."

After Jarvis said that, a huge green virtual model appeared on the virtual laboratory bench in front of Tony.

"I need an operable projection screen." Tony glanced at the virtual model on the laboratory bench, his brain was running rapidly, and then quickly gave Jarvis.

As soon as Tony finished speaking, the entire virtual model suddenly turned into a flat figure under Jarvis' control, and then stood in front of Tony. "What are you looking for, sir?"

Looking at the picture in front of him, a flash of splendor suddenly burst into Tony's eyes, "What does that look like, Jarvis?"

As he said that, Tony waved his hand and dragged all the useless lines in the figure away from the projection, making the whole figure more concise and clean.

Tony's face became more and more excited as the movements in his hands.

"I think I found it..." After pulling out a large circular line in the middle of the figure, Tony opened his eyes wide and muttered to himself, and the excitement on his face became more and more obvious.

However, as a genius and a successful genius, he knew very well that he should be calm and rational now and continue to complete the work in his hands.

Forcefully suppressed the excitement in his heart. Tony looked excitedly at the projection that appeared in front of him after he had modified it, "I seem to have sent a new element again!"

Looking at the projection of the halo in front of him, Tony felt not only excited and excited, but also warmth and memories that could not be melted.

"Use the pavilion as a framework to build neutrons and protons, help me detect its data, Jarvis." Blinking his red eyes, Tony calmed down his emotions.

With Tony's orders, Jarvis performed his own operations again.

"This element should be a substitute for palladium, sir." A moment later, Jarvis reported his test results to Tony.

Upon hearing Jarvis' report, Tony's mouth felt infinite remembrance and warmth, "I have been dead for twenty years and am still teaching me something."

"Commitment is ongoing, Jarvis, we have a show tonight!"

"Yes, sir!"

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Chapter completed!