A few days later, in a dirty, rotten sap-flowing wet alley in New York, holding a wall with dark green moss, Deadpool panted: "Where is the crazy woman from? She is more capable than your Deadpool."

As he said, he couldn't help but reach out to his butt. As he clenched his needle, he pressed it back to blood: "I really don't know how to cherish it. Can you poke it casually? I poke it in the wrong place!"

And in another alley that was a hundred meters away from where he was thinking.

Sitting against the same cold and wet wall, Black Widow looked at the anesthesia needle that had completely lost her palm, and a hint of unwilling expression appeared on her face: "Sir, the mission failed, I need support, my position is xxxx."

Time flips.

Deadpool's brain circuits are so different that it is like a lost jungler.

Night... After the New York police officer got the information he wanted, he did not go to see the baby pajamas, nor did he ask Stark to help him repair the belt that might have been broken, but went to find a bar first.

That's right, it's the bar with dead     poor, this world doesn't seem to be as wild as his original world.

After all, there is no brain voyeurism in this world, nor does it have that magnet lover, and the world is much more peaceful.

Of course, the history of nuclear leveling is the same in any world.

He couldn't find the bar where Vanessa was, and the next thing he did was to search for a woman named Vanessa in New York City again.

He brought out two pieces of paper, one of which was a few words and slapped the home address of the two "shrimps" in just a few words, and the remaining one was Vanessa.

Unfortunately, not only did he not find Vanessa, but no one named Natasha had ever had a chance to fight.

That's right, at least he thinks so.

It was a sunny afternoon, and a target was crossed out. Deadpool was wandering on the streets of New York like a jungler who had finished sweeping wild monsters but didn't want to catch people.

But just after he walked into a non-sighted alley, Natasha, who was as hot as Vanessa, stopped him.

"Oh, fuck!"

Seeing Natasha's appearance clearly, Deadpool cursed and stuffed the stiff paper back into her crotch: "Can those people really not make a better-looking girl?"
Chapter completed!