Mordred’s words offended everyone.
The first one who couldn’t help it was Lancelot, who was on the left seat, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table. He looked directly at the newcomer and said, “Mordred, don’t forget that you still Not our king, not qualified to reprimand us!”
“Soon… I’ll be.”
Mordred sneered again and again, then turned and left the dark room. A reckless voice came: “I will use my method to save the fate of the Skrull family!”
In the dark, his back is tall and lonely.
Like a lone wolf walking in the wilderness, alone on a road no one understands.
When Mordred walked out of the room and came to the bright place, he slowly raised his head, revealing a vicissitudes of life and tired eyes.
And this face is Tony Stark!
He is one of the leaders of the Avengers, the superhero Iron Man who has more than half of the appeal and saved the earth several times, but is also the next king of the Skrulls, the round table codename Mordred!
A codename full of ominous, betrayal.
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A high-rise residential building in New York.
A man lies in the living room in large font.
I saw that there were more than a dozen barrels of gasoline and several yellow high explosives placed under him.
From these alone, it’s not hard to guess.
This is a man who is about to commit suicide.
Clap!
A cigarette is lit, and the man is in his mouth, tasting the taste of tobacco, which pungently stimulates the throat.
“His…”
The man took a deep breath, lay on the covered gasoline barrel, and slowly exhaled a white airstream, then with a blank face, he flicked the cigarette **** towards the ceiling with his fingers.
Waiting for the moment the cigarette butts fall, it explodes.
However, just when the cigarette **** was about to fall, it suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the entire room seemed to be frozen in time and space.
The man blinks, seemingly surprised.
Suddenly, the corner of his eyes swept to a man sitting on his sofa.
“Hello, Mr. Wilson.”
After sitting on the sofa, Lorde crossed his legs. In this static space, he seemed so maverick and unspeakably weird.
The man got up from the oil drum, stared at the uninvited guest, and said, “I’m not good, very bad. You disturbed my most important trip and broke into the house. Can I sue you?”
“Certainly, this is the obligation that the law entrusts to every citizen, Mr. Wade Winston Wilson.” Lord said sternly: “But before that, I have something I want to talk to you about. Let’s chat, I hope you don’t mind.”
Wade Winston Wilson sounds unfamiliar, but if you mention his other name, no one should know it – Deadpool!
Yes, this guy is Deadpool.
One of the most peculiar heroes in the Marvel Universe.
“I really mind, you bastard!”
Deadpool stared at him coldly and said, “This is my favorite sofa. Get your **** out of here immediately and get out of my room!”
“Sure, but not now.”
Lord said: “I’ll leave when I’m done talking to you, so why don’t you listen first, what do you think?”
Deadpool looked around and saw that time and space had come to a standstill.
Even the burning flames showed a static scene. Knowing that there was no way to escape, he simply said, “Okay, then hurry up and say, I will commit suicide after speaking.”
Lord said meaningfully: “If, when you suddenly found out that you were a character in a comic, all the hardships you had suffered were just editing a story for sales, you would What do you think?”
“I would think you’re a fool*!”
Deadpool raised a **** and spit out fragrance: “Fakeyou, hurry up and let me out, or I’ll let you taste it now, the feeling of being filled with bullets!”
Isn’t this pure neurosis? !
What is he in the world of comics, what editing and sales, what story, this guy is afraid that there is a hole in his brain!
Deadpool’s reaction was as long as Lord expected.
Indeed, no one would believe something as shocking as this.
And, under the corrective power of the world.
Even if someone really believed it, they would eventually forget about it because of the effect of the world line correction.
But…one person is different.
In the original book, Deadpool once broke the fourth wall and came to the level of narrator. Although he is still in the lower level of narration, it at least proves that he has such potential.
And he came this time for Deadpool.
This is a bold test, and he wants to know if anyone can break out of the narrator’s control.
Deadpool is still cursing and changing.
If there is a dictionary of swear words, then inviting Deadpool as the editor will inevitably make the dictionary as thick as the Oxford dictionary.
“Then, after discovering that the world is a fake comic.”
Lord ignored Deadpool’s swearing, and continued to ask himself: “Do you choose to continue to play stupid and act as a puppet at the mercy of the narrator, or choose to stand up and fight to break this invisible, The untouchable fourth wall, to seek revenge for those damned narrators?”
“The First Evolution”
“I’ll choose to **** * your mouth with a cannon!”
Deadpool still maintains a high level of output, and even added motions, shaking the big bird under his crotch: “How is it? You bastard, do you want to come and **** cannon?”
He didn’t believe what this guy said.
What world is a comic?
What breaks the fourth wall?
What **** narrator?
Has something to do with his Deadpool!
He’s not a superhero and doesn’t want to save the world, he just wants to kill himself quietly.
“Then our conversation is over.”
Lord got up slowly, left a cartoon on the coffee table, and smiled: “I wish you a happy life, Mr. Wade.”
When the voice fell, it disappeared.
It was as if it had never been in the future, leaving no trace but the comic on the coffee table.
Deadpool just wanted to take a look, but out of the corner of his eye he suddenly caught a glimpse of a burning cigarette **** falling, and his eyes widened.
“Fake~IndoMTL.com~ You son of a bitch!
! “
Boom–!
A huge fire and explosion collapses the entire floor.
The terrifying thick smoke and shock waves shattered the hard walls, and the shattered glass flew through the air like hidden weapons.
Among the ruins.
The blown-up Deadpool was reborn and walked towards the coffee table naked, the only thing that was not destroyed, or even intact, in such a violent explosion.
And on top of the coffee table, is a comic book.
When I saw the cover of the comic, Deadpool’s Tong Kong suddenly shrank, and an unstoppable chill ran down the vertebrae to the sky, like falling into an ice cellar.
“Deadpool… slaughtering the Marvel Universe?!”