Fury left, leaving with anger.

Levi did not cause any harm to his body, but Fury felt that his mind was under pressure all the time.

SHIELD's style of speech that takes protecting the world as its mission can play a role in most people with a heroic aspirations, and even if it cannot take effect immediately, it can plant a seed.

Whether it was Captain America decades ago or the surprise of defending peace in the universe, they were all very accused of this, but this method failed when facing Li Wei.

Superhero, defend humanity.

It sounds good, but it is actually a chain carefully prepared by humans with limited power for those otherworldly superpowers.

Acknowledging the title of superhero means putting yourself invisible psychological shackles, and once you take action, you may face more harshness.

Levi didn't know what the development of this Marvel world looked like.

But he still remembers being pointed at Zhang Mazi with a gun just because he is a good person in the eyes of others.

Although it was just a film and television work, Li Wei once helped people bring food to become a villain and told him that it is difficult to do good people, and some people will not understand the good things of people. Note 1

Therefore, even if the above scene may repeat itself, Li Wei must be the one who pointed the gun at others, rather than the one who was pointed at by others.

It is better to tell me to let the people of the world betray me than let the people of the world betray me. This is Li Wei's mentality.

Anyway, this world has nothing to do with the earth he lived in before, so he can be said to have no psychological burden when doing these things.

Li Wei's attitude was very tough, so tough that Fury felt helpless.

A simple meeting ended in an unhappy manner and left the three-dimensional villa. Fury began to think in his heart how to limit Li Wei.

Li Wei naturally didn't know what Fury was thinking, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care too much, because he had enough strength to protect himself.

...

New York Police Department.

"You said your name is Wade Wilson?"

George held the information in one hand, looked at the headscarf with his eyes squinted, and at some point it had been picked aside, like a large avocado Deadpool: "But Wade Wilson shown in the photo is very different from your appearance."

"That's because I first suffered an inhuman experiment, and then faced a super terrifying explosion."

"The pain in it is even more painful than using an electric drill to drill chrysanthemums. Don't ask me if it's really that painful. I've tried it, and it's really painful."

"If possible, I really want to get my handsome face back. Do you know that it is a handsome face that is enough to make Vanessa fascinated."

"That damn Ajax ruined all this, but fortunately, I've sent him to hell, so you don't have to sympathize with my miserable experience."

"If possible, I really want to exchange death for my handsome face. Unfortunately, I will not die, so I will never find the face that I can't."

"Oh, by the way, I suddenly remembered, your name is George Stacey, right?" Deadpool suddenly looked at Director George.

"You are a celebrity. The famous Spider-Man may become your son-in-law in the future... Maybe it is a daughter, but the premise is that the black boy with a buzz cut appears."

"But it's also possible that you will lose your daughter, so your Spider-Man son-in-law will have no hope."

"It's really a difficult choice for a baby pajamas and a beautiful little white spider, who is known as the best citizen of New York."

"But if it were me, I would definitely choose to let the chatterbox swing around in a red tights. After all, nothing can be more seductive than a spider-woman in a white tights."

"Sorry, Vanessa, believe me, I definitely love you deeply. But I think it's okay to just look at it. At worst, I can go back and let you play 'back in'..."

I don't know if it's bold or fearless, or both.

Before George could ask more questions, the mentally ill Deadpool was already muttering like a bean.

The huge amount of information contained in this made George's eyes look a little straight.

After Deadpool was talking nonsense, George could no longer tell which sentence was true or false in this guy's mouth.

He looked at Deadpool, who was still chattering, and then closed the documents for a moment, turned and left: "Look at him and wait for me to come back and interrogate him again."

"Yes, sir."

George turned back to the office, he needed to confirm some information, so only Deadpool and the fat policeman in charge of watching him were left in the room.

His eyes rolled twice, and Deadpool suddenly snapped his fingers.

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-

A crisp sound kept ringing in my ears, causing the fat policeman on guard to frown and looked at Deadpool fiercely: "Boy, listen to me. If you don't want me to poke this electric baton on you, you'd better be more at ease."

"Otherwise I will definitely make you suffer."

"What did you say?" Deadpool leaned forward, hiding his handcuffed palms in the shadow of his body, and his expression on his face was quite sarcastic: "Please say it louder. Look at my mouth shape and say--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Fuck!" As soon as the word "Fuck!" said the insulting Fat Pig, the fat policeman in charge of guarding, suddenly changed his face. He stood up and grabbed Deadpool's collar, pulled it hard, and with a bang, Deadpool immediately hit the ferroalloy forged cage.

He looked at Deadpool, his eyes rising, but before he could say even a word of threat, his whole body twitched quickly.

Zila-Zila-

The dense electric current kept ringing, and Deadpool's handcuffed wrists had broken free at some point. He reached out and grabbed the electric baton that should have been blocked by the police, and hit his lower body heavily.

The body trembled like a sieve shaking wildly. The policeman's eyes gradually dissipated: "You, you..."

"As a mercenary, it should be normal to learn to slip through the door and pick the locks." Deadpool shrugged, took off the key from his waist before letting go of the palm that was holding his arm.

With a plop, as many as hundreds of kilograms of carbohydrates fell to the ground in front of Deadpool, silenting him: "Sorry, I forgot that you have fainted. Maybe I should support you, but the truth is..."

"...I'm going to kick you far!"

He skillfully opened the prison door, Deadpool kicked him away, then rolled sideways, his figure flashed and came to a desk.

Two long knives, pistols, magazines, and on the way to put on your beloved red hood. In just two seconds, Deadpool stood up again: "Cheer! Deadpool is back!"

Bang--

He was greeted not by cheers, but by a gunshot and a yellow bullet.

With a whoosh, the bullet easily broke the inferior uniform on his body, and then deeply embedded it in his muscles: "What an unfriendly move."

With a mask, no one could see the expression on Deadpool's face, but from his still fragmentary words, he could hear that a mere bullet was not taken seriously by him.

He squatted down again and hid behind the desk, loaded the insurance, and he started to mutter again.

"Okay, although there were some minor deviations in the situation, now I've been infiltrated into the New York Police Department. Let me think about what to do next..."

"I thought of it that I would find where the Iron Coffin Man lives, and then go and see the cute baby pajamas. It's such a sexy name. The nickname given to him must be true love."

“Now, I need to sneak into the NYPD office.”

He instantly poked his head out, and the subsequent bullets forced him back.

"Very good. Based on my careful observation just now, I dare to conclude that there are definitely no more than a thousand people outside. Now, Wushuang's infiltration mode is activated."

"The mission target, find the required information without killing anyone, and then successfully evacuate."

"Now, the game begins!"

As he jumped, Deadpool's figure flashed between the two desks, and at the same moment, two explosive gunshots echoed in the building.

The yellow bullet swirled and flew through the low altitude, instantly piercing through several thick calves.

"Fuck! I was hit!"

"No!!"

The scream sounded, and Deadpool took a deep breath: "Slaying two birds with one stone, four people were solved, so I think the three-three tactics are better."

After the words came, he kicked his feet and slid out on the smooth floor again.

Bang bang-

Two more gunshots were heard, and four policemen left the battlefield with their calf hit by the quilt.

Knowing that there was not enough time for him to perform, Deadpool's operation was extremely efficient and in just one minute, he completely broke through the entire police station.

Three minutes later, with the information he wanted, he left the police station through the back door with satisfaction. He listened to the sirens in the street not far away and was in a happy mood: "Sure enough, no matter which world it is, Marvel police officers are always like this..."

“…dc is the same.”

A sentence mocked the two giants. Deadpool took a step and left the scene leisurely, groped in his crotch for a few times, and took out two wrinkled sheets of paper.

Looking at the wrinkled text and images on it, Deadpool talked on the paper without hesitation. Listening to the crisp echo, he whistled happily: "The perfect infiltration is like Vanessa's hole in a hole!"

...

News that the New York Police Department was broken by a 'red leather actor' with knives was soon placed on the S.H.E.L.D. Fury's desk again.

After all, this is not a simple vicious attack case. The one involved in it is obviously capable of immortality or super-high speed self-healing.

Looking at the thin document narrative in front of him, Fury held his fingers crossed on the desk, and after a long time of silence, he said lightly: "Mom messed with Farke!"

"Cole...No, he has been sent by me to Stark, so... Agent Romanov."

"Sir." Natasha Romanov, who looks gorgeous and vicious, is well-known as the black widow, soon appeared in front of Fury.

Black Widow's perfect S-shaped figure under the black combat uniform did not attract Fury's attention at all. He just pushed Deadpool's information to Black Widow: "This is your next mission goal, find him and bring him back."

After taking the document and looking through it carefully, the black widow raised her eyes slightly: "Want to live?"

"That's right." Fury nodded: "So you can apply to the equipment department for the equipment you need, provided that it does not contain weapons of mass destruction."

"I know."
To be continued...