Chapter 244: Tear face

Su Ming was not surprised that Mr. Fright could recognize himself. After all, he knew that this guy had been lurking in the United States for a long time, but he had used a fake identity, and Su Ming could not identify who it was.
However, even if he could distinguish his identity, Su Ming would not be able to take advantage of such a powerful mutant.
Mr. Evil's mental abilities are similar to that of the White Queen, and he has more than 50 tons of power to read. The speed is more than two Mach, and his self-healing ability is comparable to Wolverine.
He is also proficient in fighting skills of various schools of ancient times, and the red mark on his forehead can also emit rays, just like Superman's hot sight.
It was a difficult opponent, but it seemed that it was impossible for him to be wrong now. After all, Namor's whereabouts must be related to him.
But what about tactics?
Mr. Fright has almost no shortcomings, and now he is at a disadvantage in all aspects except martial arts and strength.
And even if there is a plan, the doctor and the wizard can't cooperate, their thoughts will be read, and everything is in vain.
Anyway, drag a few words before Wade comes back.
"Mr. Fright, I didn't expect to meet you in such a place."
An insignificant smile hung on his pale face with horror. With his hands behind his back, he flew out from the sea of ​​fire and landed straight in front of Su Ming.
"There are always many things in the world that no one can expect."
He spoke deeply and stared straight at the one-eyed on the death knell mask.
Su Ming stepped forward and stared at him, trying his best to attract his attention and not let him get information from the minds of doctors and wizards.
I don't know if it's disdainful or I really put all my attention on the death knell, astonished as if I didn't have any interest in those two people, but asked about other things.
"Did you bring the court jester who walked into my laboratory?"
"Oh? Didn't pay attention, can you describe it exactly?" Su Ming shook his head, as if he was kindly helping him to advise him, and asked the details.
Mr. Fright's pale face trembled, and he took a deep breath: "That's a..."
Just when he was talking with Su Ming amicably, the sound of wind suddenly came from behind him. Driven by the power of thinking, he instantly panned more than ten meters out, and the two swords of the dead waiter slashed on the ground, splashing a piece of debris. Crumbs.
"Tsk..."
Deadpool rolled on the spot and returned to Su Ming with a regretful voice.
Su Ming also frowned. Just now he saw Deadpool sneaking back from the hole, and he planned to distract the other party so that he could sneak a wave.
Superpowers are not scary, but martial arts superpowers are more troublesome.
"Despicable." Mr. Fright immediately changed his face, floating in the air and said coldly to a few people: "The attack behind the back is not a gentleman."
Deadpool immediately retorted, and he pointed the tip of the knife in horror: "You British with a dead face, you are an American cowboy. Did you steal my cow dung when I went out for a stroll? What? You ate cow dung? I know you have this hobby! Every time you eat cow dung, you get energized. You just broke your dead waiter's bones, so you can't leave your strength to your wife. ?"
Mr. Fright's teeth are about to be crushed, this actually mentioned his dead wife, must die...
Having completely torn his face, Su Ming also immediately began to arrange. Under his control, the symbiote sneaked out of the gap in the armor behind his back, forming the appearance of a hand, and hitting the mage hiding on the other side of the meat grinder. gesture.
Anyway, no matter what magic Monak uses, it's okay to choose the most powerful one and throw it on the enemy.
Monak thought for a while, and he crossed the cane to prepare for the magic, and the obscure spells flowed quickly through his heart, and he felt that his soul communicated with a terrible existence.
Still the same, the Cthulhu first borrowed and then collected the accounts, almost without any obstacles, he completed this powerful magic.
"In the name of Exeron's cold tentacles, slow down!"
His previous fireball magic didn't work, and other people's bullets didn't have any effect either, and they were all blocked by the opponent's invisible ability.
So this time he chose to contact the ancient evil and received an invisible and colorless curse of slowing down.
After all, the opponent's speed is impressive now, and weakening the opponent's speed can create opportunities for our fighters.
If the mage opens his third eye and observes the magical dimension, he can see a large net made up of squirming tentacles suspended above Monak's head, which is now ready to go.
He quietly hid in the darkness behind the machine, a strong smell of blood rushing into his mind, like rusty steel.
Now just wait for Su Ming's signal.
Of course, Mr. Fright also launched an attack immediately. He hated the clown in red and black pajamas. He used the red dot on his forehead to launch a thick energy beam at Deadpool.
In an instant, the entire room was reflected in red, and the terrifying energy left a large pit on the ground, the size that could pack the death knell and Deadpool into it.
However, Su Ming, who had been prepared for a long time, avoided it in time, and Wade's was rubbed a little, but it was just a spark.
"Huh, so hot, so hot, Shet, there is a piece of meat on my cooked, do you smell the aroma of roasted bacon? Alas, my Wallace didn’t live to see this moment, otherwise I would taste a piece of it. Uncle's delicious buttocks, he will definitely fall in love with me."
While rolling and avoiding, Deadpool kept asking Su Ming if he could smell his meat.
The aroma of roasted bacon is not smelled. Deadpool has not taken a bath for many years, and the smell is baked out, just like burning low-quality plastic slippers.
And feeding pets with their own meat is definitely a taboo for pets...
"You are on the left and the right." Su Ming's two swords were in his hand, and the magic floating cloak instantly exerted its strength, and with a gust of wind, he quickly rushed towards horror. It is not the time to chat with Wade, this is not a barbecue restaurant.
"Okay, I'm boring again, right? You never understand the pursuit of a chef, delicious, fashionable, that wonderful feeling that explodes in the mouth... Do you like espresso? Seafood stew Where's the meal?"
Deadpool didn't know where to find a white chef's hat to wear on his head, and he also made up the fake Italian-style beard ~EbookFREE.me~ and stuck it on his mask.
While spitting out to Su Ming in English with an Italian accent, he rushed to surprise with both swords and guns.
After firing three shots in a row, he put his fingers in front of his mouth to make gestures, contracted and opened, imitating the explosion of the delicious factor in his mouth.
Then the gun went off and opened another hole in his cheek.
"Hiccup, the side dishes are a bit spicy... But for me who often eat tacos, it is a trivial thing. Last time I ate a bottle of Super Hell Devil Chili Sauce, and I had blood in my stool for a week. It came out from the back. I had to go to the hospital to see it. I wanted to find a cotton swab or something to block it. But the doctor checked that I had stomach cancer. I gave him a punch at the time. Uncle Deadpool, I was cancer all over my body. Check it out and want to charge me money? Are you a liar?"
He seemed to be okay, pushed the broken tooth out of the bullet hole with his tongue, and started a charge endlessly, but his speed was still more than one and a half minutes slower than the cloak, so he ran two steps and became slow go.
I can't run anyway, no more...
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