Russia, in the temporary stronghold established by ASCH.

Last night's action was not a success for ASCH. Not only did he fail to catch the death knives, he also suffered heavy losses. A total of four agents were killed in this operation, and the others were all injured to varying degrees.

But it was not worthless. After the man named "Possum" was kicked from the hotel suite by Eric and fell onto the street, the Black Widow took advantage of his self-repair to catch him alive. Although he did not directly catch the death knell, the guy seemed to know something.

The injuries Natasha suffered during the confrontation between Death Knell last night were actually not light, but she only treated it briefly, and after a night of rest, she was basically fine. At this moment, she had already begun to try to ask for information from the opossum.

The possum was tied to a wooden chair, and Natasha dragged another chair to sit in front of him, wrapping her hands around her chest.

"Odysseus." She spoke straight to the point, "That person is your boss, right? Tell me, explain it in detail, you can save yourself a lot of trouble."

The possum sneered: "Is that true? But maybe you haven't heard of it, agent, but guys like us who have extraordinary self-healing abilities... Generally speaking, the ability to endure pain is beyond your imagination."

After pausing for a moment, he snorted and said, "So, if I don't want to reveal it, you will never be able to pry out any information from me. If I explain anything to you, it may only be because I want you to know."

"So you mean you are willing to explain?"

"A little tip." The possum laughed. "Sometimes, if the game does not have a clearance prompt at all, it will lose the fun it should have, right?"

"Then tell me your tip." Natasha leaned forward, "Who is Odysseus? What does he want?"

"I don't know what he wants to do, and if you tell you so much, it's not just a prompt, right?" The possum shrugged, "Just say that, the thing you are trying to intervene is Slade's own family problem. Slade is the "key link of the extraordinary saint" in Odysseus' complex plan. Does it sound like the rhythm of being a god?"

Natasha frowned: "Family problem? What family problem? What role did Ruth Wilson play in it?"

"Well," the possum smirked and lay back on the back of the chair, "Who knows?"

He didn't seem to continue to explain anything, and as he said, if he didn't want to say this hard bone that even his head was chopped off, he would probably not be able to say more in any way, but he had at least given some useful information.

Eric listened to the interrogation conversation between the two through a layer of one-way glass, and couldn't help but fall into a moment of thought.

Family problems?

Sure enough, he still cared very much. When Ruth mentioned her brother and her father to him, the look of worry and concern was like a melancholy white flower that had been lingering in his mind since the night of his first encounter.

They are both in Russia, in a barren mountain and ridge.

Death Knitt plus Deadpool, two of the top mercenaries in the world, VS armored ninjas that can't be seen at a glance, the scene looks quite spectacular. Two undead warriors rushed between the crowd, and the firelight of guns was continuous. A large amount of blood mixed in the flying sword light, dyeing the earth blood red.

Three hundred enemies, three hundred heads - this is the result of death knell counting one by one. The guy named Odysseus really sent a whole army to fuck him. He was wondering why the other party didn't throw a missile or something directly. But after thinking about it, he immediately understood that the other party wanted to catch the alive.

The number of enemies was surprisingly large, and the remaining bullets on both of them were not necessarily enough. The group of people rushed up without knowing how to do it. They fell down in front and rushed up in the back, stepping on the pile of dead people. The mountain of corpses was getting higher and higher, but they all seemed to be numb and didn't see them at all.

The magazine was finally empty. The two of them threw away their guns almost at the same time, and their hands were replaced with long swords. The death knell was roughly counted again, leaving 119 heads - this is also one of his specialties brought by strengthening his brain.

"Come on, come on, come on!" Unlike the death knives that were silently killed, Deadpool was much more high-profile. He rushed and shouted, "Your green cloak looks pretty good, it's as bad as a rag haha! Is it the same model as Doctor Doom?"

But none of the soldiers like this tide paid attention to him, and they still rushed up without knowing whether his mouth cannon had a little disturbing effect. Instead, he was accidentally chatting and was cut off his left leg by a "sweeping" from behind, and his legs were cut off from the ground from the part below his knee.

The people around him stopped tacitly in an instant - maybe because a nonsensical guy stood with only one foot and the broken leg was still squirting blood downwards, and Deadpool was stunned, and actually closed his mouth for several seconds, and seemed to have no idea what had happened.

After a few seconds.

"Damn!" he screamed, "Did you cut off my legs? I'm going to kick your nose!"

Another voice in his heart quickly rang out: "Uh, remind me, Wade. We only have one foot left, if you kick him in the nose, we can't keep standing."

Deadpool tilted his head and thought it seemed to make sense. But all the ruthless words had been released. Wouldn't he be embarrassed if he didn't take action?

Thinking of this, he bent down with everyone's surprise eyes and picked up the leg that had been cut off, and smashed it hard on the door of the sneak attacker like a baseball bat. The guy seemed to be so shocked that he forgot to avoid it. He just watched the other party waving a broken leg and smashing his mask, and he fell to the ground with his head tilted. It seemed that there was a "crack" sound of breaking from his nose.

"Hahaha! Do you see?" Deadpool squeaked as he waved his broken leg and shouted, "Who said I can't kick him in the nose?"

"Uh, there's one more thing, Wade." The voice in his heart sounded again.

"So what?" Deadpool asked impatiently.

“We are losing too much blood.”

Deadpool was stunned for a moment again, and looked down at the blood that was constantly spurting out from the broken mouth of his legs like a spring.

"Depend on."

Leaving the last sentence, Deadpool's head tilted and he fainted temporarily after losing too much blood.

"Is this guy really an idiot?" The death knives beside him glanced at his movements coldly, and couldn't help thinking in his heart.
Chapter completed!