Chapter 141 Want to run? Have you asked my brother
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"Hehehe, the attack was a bit harsh."
Fingel turned his head and looked at the dumbfounded crowd, still with that mean smile on his face.
Staring at the scene in front of me in shock.
Watching the scene where Fingel smashed Deadpool with one punch and then turned around and jumped up and down in fright.
In his haze, he even forgot how Deadpool came out.
Not only was it a ghost, but another commissioner from Kassel College also looked at Fingel's highlight moment in astonishment.
In their two months of contact, and even in their deep-rooted thoughts, Fingel was a waste who could never graduate. From the time they entered school, until they graduated, and even when they worked for a few years,
years later.
He is still the loser who can't graduate.
but now!
What kind of waste is this? This is a monster!!
In the distance, Mark and Patsy looked at Fingel who was hiding aside with strange eyes.
His eyes were slightly wary.
"Don't look at me, look at the Deadpools! There are a lot of Deadpools over there!!" Fingel ran among a few people and stared at the group of Deadpools that appeared from the direction of the tunnel entrance. He silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
There are so many!
In the direction of his gaze, more than a dozen snake-like dead bodies were crawling smoothly on the tunnel floor. Each one had a hideous face with bony protrusions, huge long claws, and sharp teeth.
Suddenly, the small tunnel entrance immediately became extremely crowded.
The executive department commissioner reacted and stared at the scene in front of him, his face gloomy to the extreme. They might be able to relax with just one deadpool, but there are so many!!
"Fingel. We need your help!" The ghost's voice was as serious as steel.
"This can't work, I have to help you keep an eye on these two bastards." Fingel looked at Patsy and Mark with a sad expression on their faces.
The ghost was startled and suddenly looked at the two people behind him.
At this moment, none of them had any intention of taking action. They were confronting each other.
"Don't look, the Nibelungs have been found, and Tuqiongdeng has seen them. They all want to kill us all, and then devour the inheritance here." Fingel stood in a corner with his back to the wall, and moved the people in front and behind.
All crises are shrouded in his sight.
"Patsy!"
The ghost looked at the boy in the white suit. In the past two months, they and the Gattuso family have always been a united front.
"I'll block him for you." Patsy stared at Fingel and Mark expressionlessly, her tone as calm as if she was talking about what to eat for lunch today.
However, the rejection was extremely obvious. Letting the two of them face such a large group of deadpools alone would undoubtedly lead to death.
"I'll keep an eye on him!" Fingel said in a rare strong statement.
"No." Patsy refused bluntly.
"Okay." Fingel didn't hesitate at all. The moment before the words were spoken,
Fingel's thigh muscles swelled instantly, and an unimaginable force instantly created a two-meter spider web pattern on the ground.
He turned around and ran towards Kassel's two executive officers.
The gust of wind instantly blew up the hair between Patsy's eyebrows. In the gaps between the strands, a blue luster slowly flowed in the air in front of his eyes. It was like a glass ball filled with blue stars, hazy.
There is a shocking beauty in it.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Without the slightest hesitation, Patsy and Mark jumped up from where they were, as if they had reached an agreement and had a tacit understanding, and quickly chased after Fingel's back.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" The ghost looked at his belt that was grabbed by one hand in horror, and a force that was hard for him to resist suppressed him tightly in it.
"Shut up! If you continue to struggle, you will really die here!" Fingel really wanted to slap them unconscious at this moment.
"Are we now?" Ghost Horror shouted.
"Run away! If you don't run away, you will die!" Fingel shouted
Those strong and almost terrifying legs left sparse footprints on the ground.
At this moment, Fingel was like a racing bull at full speed, holding a little chicken in one hand and rushing into the pile of Deadpool in front of him.
In front of him, the tails of Deadpools one after another were trampled into pulp by huge force, and behind him, the limbs of Deadpools one after another were split in half by the light of the sword.
The two Kassel executive department commissioners looked at this scene in horror, with despair and suffocation in their eyes.
This is the Deadpool they can kill with all their strength, you're just like a mouse, kicking one at a time???
suddenly!
Fingel, who was advancing at great speed, suddenly stopped on the spot.
The whole person was like a projected javelin. One moment it was roaring in the air at high speed, and the next moment it appeared at the predetermined target location.
"roll!"
Fingel's eyes widened in a rare way, and he kicked the flying Deadpool into the corner. The green and black scales that could not be penetrated by bullets were as wrinkled as a smashed car, dark and sticky.
Thick blood spattered all over the wall.
now,
Under his muscular tendons, an almost terrifying wave of air rolled over the surface of his skin.
Fingel stood blankly in the middle of the group of Deadpools, staring at the rainwater emerging out of thin air on the ground in astonishment. The corners of his mouth twitched fiercely a few times.
Behind him, Patsy and Mark, who were also chasing after each other, stared at the accumulating rain with ugly expressions.
…
In front of the screen, Xia Mi crossed his arms, his magical golden eyes flashing with an icy cold light.
Behind her, Su Enxi lazily fell asleep on the sofa holding a wine bottle, with a white softness in the beautiful spring light. The drums bounced...
"Want to run away? Have you asked my brother~"
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"Be happy! Be happy! No one can run away now!"
Fingel gloated and stood in the middle of the group of Deadpools, turning to look at Patsy and Mark with gloomy faces.
Mark's face darkened.
"Kill him!" Mark's tense lips uttered a few words.
The impatient Deadpools around him jumped up like a pack of hungry wolves, locking Fingel's neck, chest, abdomen, thighs, legs, calves, and anklets all within sight.
"No!"
All the hairs on Fingel's body stood up in an instant, and he threw the executive department specialist in his hand out of Deadpool's range. He opened a crack with his hands and ran wildly in the other direction.
Mark followed closely behind, and Patsy was also not to be outdone.
"Hey, why are you chasing me? Go chase those two guys! I'm just an errand boy."
boom!
Mark took out the Desert Eagle with one hand and shot Fingel in the butt.
Fingel twisted his hips in an extremely coquettish manner, narrowly avoiding him between his legs.
"Damn, you are so insidious. Fortunately, I practiced it all over my body. Hehehe." Fingel looked behind him with a look of great joy.
Mark's face turned darker.
…
Ghost inserted the blade into Deadpool's neck, exerted force on his wrist, and a black mist of blood spurted out from in front of him.
Behind him, the realm of water vortices enveloped him, blocking out the corrosive black blood.
The two of them were sweating profusely as they looked at Deadpool's body lying on the ground, weakly holding each other's backs.
Under their high degree of tension, they finally killed all four deadpools chasing them on the field. But this also consumed all their energy.
If something unexpected happens again at this time, they will basically be no different from lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
"well enough?"
The ghost stretched out his hand to cover the hideous wound on his abdomen, and the bright red blood stained his clothes completely red along the wound.
"It's okay, we have to recover quickly. Something's not right here!"
The commissioner looked at the growing water on the ground, his expression extremely serious.
"etc!"
The ghost grabbed his companion's shoulder,
"What's wrong?" The commissioner immediately became alert.
"Did you hear footsteps?"
"Footsteps? No...!!"
The next moment, his hair stood on end because he really heard the footsteps!
In the opposite direction to Fingal, near the metro station exit.
The sound of light footsteps stirred little by little in the water,
Hua lala~huah lala...
Just like a little girl playing in the water on a rainy day, there is joy in her voice, and joy in her joy.
But the two of them were not even half happy!
Of course they had some guesses as to where this place was! There could be normal people in the Nibelungs!!
No fool would believe it!
"Let's go!"
The ghost grabbed his companion's arm, ignored the severe pain of the wound, and started running in the direction Fingel left.
Running with all my strength, running with all my strength...
"Where are you going?"
Suddenly, the two of them froze in place, looking at the girl walking out in front of them.
Cold sweat flowed down his chin and dripped into the rain on the soles of his feet.
They looked at the beautiful girl opposite, who was looking at them and smiling happily. Just like the summer next to the milk tea shop, even the air was filled with the smell of citrus and lemon, plus a little sour cherry.
"I don't like people who come into my house without saying hello."
The hairs on the hairs of the Executive Department Commissioner finally exploded.
…
Fingel lay half on the ground and stared blankly at a certain scene deep in the tunnel.
Behind him, Patsy and Mark were fighting fiercely, and the violent vibrations in the air made the entire space tremble endlessly.
The two of them don't look like hybrids. They are clearly the Deadpool among hybrids!
Mark's hands have a pair of mantis-like blades, and his two arms are bent into giant sickle-length blades like a human being. When he swings, even the air can be cut in an instant to create cracks that are difficult to gather.
Not to mention a human body!!
After Fingel dodged the blow, he was kicked into the corner by the opponent. He clutched his stomach and began to scream. At this moment, all his strength seemed to be used to escape, and he did not dare to struggle at all.
Patsy, who was evenly matched with Mark, gave Fingel a huge headache. Seeing that he was so vulnerable, he actually added insult to injury and threw the dagger in his hand at Fingel's neck.
Fortunately, the two of them didn't deal with each other. After throwing the knife, Patsy took out a black hunting knife from his waist and fought with Mark.
Fingel was also happy and relaxed, taking advantage of this opportunity to quickly take a peek at the surrounding environment.
But you don’t know it by looking at it, and your eyes are almost frightened when you look at them.
Not far from them, in the dim light at the end of the tunnel,
A blue-black Iron Throne stood quietly at the end.
Above, a man with his legs crossed lazily watched their every move.