the end of the heavens

Riot struggled desperately, or Drake was struggling, his body continuously changed sharp weapons, but he still couldn't cut the shackles on his body.

Seeing that the strange plot was about to be staged, the phone rang suddenly in a fit of anger.

Deadpool raised his hand and shouted to stop. During the intermission, he wanted to answer the phone.

"Hey, this is your dad"

"What, you're kidding me, right? Impossible, I don't believe it, men are big pigs, you must be lying to me"

Deadpool angrily hung up the call of the informant, and opened the mobile browser to surf the Internet.

"Oh, no"

But for a moment, Deadpool's whole body was gray and pale. He hit the ground several times with his head, retracted his tentacles into his body, and rolled all over the ground crying into tears.

Looking at the Deadpool beaten by Sapo, Gun Riot looked confused, thinking that making up the knife might not be effective, so he decisively chose to dodge.

Before leaving, he scolded the sand sculpture in his heart.

The whip found a powerful host, so strong that the symbiote couldn't control it at all, and when it directly caused the host to commit suicide, the symbiote had no right to intervene.

Ahead, the gate is close at hand. Riot's face is ecstatic, he boards the rocket, escapes from the earth, and swears that he will never come back if he is killed.

Suddenly, a figure in front of the door blocked the way, and Riot didn't even look at it. With a roar, he waved a giant steel knife.

The golden wall of light stood up, and the moment the blade touched it, it shattered. The rioters couldn't stop the car in mid-air, and slammed into the wall of light.

No way!

Riot jumped off the light wall, looked at Russell with full vigilance, stepped back carefully, and fled in another direction with a swish.

Suddenly, the raging flames burned violently and turned into wandering pythons.

A group of snakes quickly entangled and circled, forming a lifelike giant fire dragon, rolling up a vortex of flames around the hall.

There was no escape for the riot, and his body was trapped in the vortex of flames. Under the scorching heat of the heat wave, he screamed and wailed again and again.

High temperature is the weakness of symbionts, beyond a certain limit, they can be burned into fly ash.

At this moment, the buzzing ultrasonic wave covered the flame vortex, and it was difficult for Riot to maintain the transformed state, unable to escape Drake's body, and fell limply on the ground.

As the raging fire weakened, Duan Xinlan pinched five fingers to explode sparks all over the sky, and looked at Russell with puzzled eyes.

"Research and see if you can artificially cultivate symbionts."

As Russell spoke, his fingertips attracted fine sand and smelted it into a glass airtight jar.

He waved his hand to summon the riot and sealed it in a sealed jar.

"Why is it a riot? Venom and whips are fine too!"

"Those two are a bit weak, and"

Russell Youyou explained: "It's the first time I'm researching this stuff, it's inevitable that I'll miss it, and if I find a villain, I won't feel guilty if I die."

"Well, you are so kind."

On the other side, Drake was about to become dehydrated from the high temperature. Seeing that Russell took away the riot, he strenuously propped up his body and walked over.

The government has special departments. Although he doesn't have much contact with this kind of thing, he can guess a thing or two.

As a law-abiding citizen, he strongly condemns this kind of excessive taxation. It is not a matter of money. The riot is the property of the Life Foundation, and he, a large taxpayer, has the right to keep it.

The hardcore heart-to-heart talk ended in an instant, and Drake knelt down on his knees, crying bitterly while holding his head.

Thinking of the crimes he has committed over the years, he is extremely ashamed, and will hold a press conference tomorrow to confess all his crimes and ask for legal sanctions.

No, he has committed a heinous crime and is not qualified to surrender himself. He has to be reported by a well-meaning person!

Drake thought Eddie was good, a professional investigative reporter who repeatedly told the truth to the public.

Such a good person was banned by his order just because he tried to expose the human experiments of the Life Foundation, and he could barely make ends meet by washing toilets and dishes.

Thinking of this, Drake's conscience was condemned.

He made a decision in his heart. For a person like him who has committed a heinous crime, it would be considered a good thing for him to pull Eddie back to the peak of his career before he left.

"Why is that guy crying all of a sudden?"

"It's a big realization, there's nothing surprising about this kind of thing."

Russell said a word, walked quickly to Deadpool, kicked the sand sculpture: "What's the situation, why did you suddenly go crazy, I'm still waiting for you to put on a good show!"

"Woo woo woo, it's gone, my youth is gone"

Deadpool lay on the ground howling and crying loudly, tears permeated the mask and dripped all over the place. He was never so sad when Little Wilson lost contact.

"A lot of flow, are you sure it's tears, not peeing in the mask?"

Russell complained, thought of a good way to make Deadpool happy, and waved his hand to pat him on the back.

Three seconds later, Deadpool, who was crying bitterly, noticed the abnormality in his crotch, and the crying stopped abruptly. He sat up on the ground, opened his belt and glanced at it.

Then glanced again.

"Ahhh"

Duan Xinlan was curious for a moment, took a look with her head, and shrank into Russell's arms.

"It's so scary. It scared me to death. It's actually an octopus."

"You are no different from an octopus now!"

Russell complained speechlessly, and pushed the octopus on his body, which struggled desperately and refused to get out of the car.

Finally, pushing Duan Xinlan to the back, Russell asked, "Wade, why are you crying so badly all of a sudden? My wife ran away with someone?"

"Joke, dead waiter is so handsome, how could he lack a wife?"

Deadpool looked at the indescribable in his crotch, let out a series of obscene laughter, and couldn't wait to find a parking space to try it out.

The dirty thoughts just came up, and when he thought of the sad things, he started to cry again: "Russell, Parker died, in New York, not long ago."

"you sure!?"

Russell tilted his head, questioning the news.

It's not that Spider-Man never died, but it was too sudden, and it always felt like fake news.