Offer a savior to the infinite world!

There were obviously many places along the way that were suitable for setting up sniper points and firepower points, but Deadpool never encountered even one enemy.

"This is really strange. Are they all off work? Or have they all been taken to quarantine?"

While complaining, Deadpool pushed open the door at the end of the corridor, and then saw the huge machine located in the underground area appear in front of him.

And a tall man standing in front of the machine, holding a pistol and looking very nervous.

"Hey, hey hey."

Deadpool, holding a long knife and covered in blood, waved his hand and greeted the man like a friendly Teletubbies.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, sir. Have you traveled abroad recently? Do you have a fever or a cough? If not, we can take your temperature and let you pass immediately."

"Just open your mouth and let me take this little cutie in."

Pulling out a large-caliber heavy pistol from his waist, Deadpool looked at the man opposite with a serious face and spoke seriously, as if he was really holding a thermometer.

"You, you don't have to do this. Demiga Company has a lot of things. Maybe we can..."

He swallowed his saliva. It was obvious that he was not a cyborg, but just a middle-level manager with a cyborg identity. Seeing that Deadpool did not fight him to death right away, he felt that the other party might be able to communicate, so he tried to persuade him.

boom!

The next moment, Deadpool's bullet pierced the man's teeth and tongue, causing him to fall to the ground wailing, covering his mouth with blood spurting out.

"No, seriously, can you villains change your lines when the situation gets bad?"

Deadpool strode forward and sighed as he looked at the man struggling on the ground.

"Ah, we can negotiate a deal."

"Ah, we can give you a lot of benefits."

"Ah, I can give you money or power, but please don't kill me. Ah, please don't kill me. This is really annoying. As a villain, can you have some aspirations? If you have to die, die in a dignified way. It would be best if you could say some lines before you die, like 'Don't stop', 'I'm boki', or 'Koutodiowa'. This way, even if you die, you can still live in the hearts of the audience, and you can be brought out and revived every once in a while. You can still be alive, right?"

Deadpool sighed with a look of pain on his face, then sat on the man's stomach, making the man, who was already in pain, even more miserable.

"Uh... no..."

"What, what are you talking about? Can you speak louder? Hey, look at you, this reaction is totally unacceptable. Audiences read novels to have fun and feel refreshed. Even if they read novels with depressing plots, they expect the exhilarating feeling of first depression and then excitement, just like the exhilarating feeling when the hard feces stuck in the large intestine finally leaves the body. But you, you can't give the audience a wonderful fight scene or give the author a little extra word count. When you get knocked down, you beg for mercy like a third-rate little brother. It's boring."

While complaining, Deadpool moved his buttocks back and forth on the man's belly in circles.

The man who was suffering from severe pain, Dean, the cadre sent here by Director Lister, actually wanted to open his mouth to retort Deadpool, but the problem was that his teeth and tongue were pierced, and he couldn't utter a word at the moment.

“You…you…uh…”

In the end, Dean tried his best and could only raise his middle finger to Deadpool with both hands.

"Look, you can still make a living, right?"

Deadpool clapped his hands with great satisfaction at Dean's reaction, stood up from the man, and spun the pistol between his fingers and returned it to the gun bag. Then, Deadpool pulled out his long knife, squatted down and looked closely at the man with a painful expression.

Is he going to kill me?

Dean struggled, looking at Deadpool's expression with horror.

"Let me guess. You don't know that the core of this machine has been taken away, right?"

The next moment, Deadpool's words made Dean stunned.

Was transported away?

What is he talking about?

This mind machine, this mind machine left over from the old times, is so big that it cannot be transported away. The core was transported away? Wait, he meant that the core components of this technological heritage had been dismantled and transported away? Wait, when Abel and Aaron came in the afternoon, they did bring a group of researchers with them, and that group left before dark...

Gradually, Dean realized the real situation.

What hope of promotion to the top?

What opens the door to a new world.

This kind of thing had nothing to do with him as a middle-level manager from the beginning.

Then the fact that the Mind Unification Standpoint Device could not be disassembled was just a lie to deceive this idiot with no professional knowledge. In fact, the people from the execution team dismantled the truly valuable core components and secretly transported them away. The so-called research work, the so-called protection and development that followed were just a bait deliberately placed in the open.

I have been abandoned by the company.

From the very beginning, it had been abandoned by Demiga Corporation.

"Ah...ah..."

The man's body began to tremble violently.

Although it was possible that the unknown guy in front of him was deceiving him, how could Dean, who had been in the company for many years, not think of the truth? He just couldn't accept the fact that he, a middle-level employee who had worked loyally for so many years, would be abandoned without a word.

"So, do you have any idea where they will be shipped to?"

Deadpool squatted down and asked seriously as he looked at the man whose expression changed drastically.

"Is it the nearest city of Toga, or the wealthy residential area of ​​Manka Town a little further away, or did they transport it directly back to the company headquarters?"

Deadpool had already anticipated that he would not be able to find and attack the target of the mission.

In fact, not only he, but everyone else had made such preparations. Mr. Neet even specifically analyzed the three most likely transportation locations. After all, the enemy is not a fool, and it is natural that they will act cunningly in the face of such a serious issue. So when entering this underground area and arriving in front of this machine, Deadpool found that the Savior System did not notify him that he had found the mission target, and he realized that this branch base was just a bait thrown out, and the real target had been moved away.

"Which one is it? Just tell me with your finger. Come on, one is Toga City, two is Manka Town, and three is..."

Squatting beside the man, Deadpool asked him patiently.

Dean opened his mouth, confused for a moment, then hesitated, stretched out his finger tremblingly, and decided to tell the other party the place he thought was most likely.

However, his plan did not come true. A fierce burning sound suddenly sounded from Dean's head. Then, the man's head exploded on the spot, and countless blood mists flew all over the sky, splashing the black and red suit of Deadpool into a completely red color.

Chapter 12: Na Na Interlude Time~

"So, it's a bait? It's not that easy after all..."

Under the still gloomy sky, Lin Yi put down the communicator and sighed helplessly.

I had thought I could finish it in one go like I did the first mission, but I didn't expect the enemy this time to be so cunning and actually play this kind of trick.

But fortunately, at least through this battle, we have tested the standard combat capability and elite combat capability of the Demiga Cyborg Corporation. If we encounter the enemy again next time, we will basically have a rough judgment of their level.

Well, Wade was unable to find out where the core components of the old-era technology had gone. Did the guy who was deceived and left behind have a bomb in his head?

It's really sad how things unfolded this way. My self-righteous loyalty ended up being treated as disposable waste. I couldn't help but want to observe a moment of silence for this guy.

"But... a prosthetic body? It's a troublesome thing."

A remotely controlled body can be re-produced immediately no matter how many times it is killed as long as the production line is still there. From this point of view, it can be basically assumed that their enemies will not suffer losses in conventional battles, and relatively speaking, everyone on their side, except Deadpool, will have their combat effectiveness reduced due to injuries and will not be able to recover quickly.

In other words, if they cannot kill the person controlling the cyborg, once the mission is prolonged, they will probably be the one at a disadvantage.

Forget it, there is no need to consider this kind of problem for the time being. Now that the bait has been broken, I think it’s time for those guys to evacuate next, right?

Thinking of this, Lin Yi took a step forward and drove the stolen car back to the garage. As expected, the cyborg killer who was chasing him had disappeared, and in the building complex occupied by Demiga Company in the distance, the fierce battle at the beginning had subsided at this moment.

The people from the Cyborg Company chose to retreat.

About 40 cyborg soldiers and 10 cyborg warriors escorted the researchers out of the development area in armored vehicles. The civilian staff were randomly given weapons and asked to stay and continue fighting. However, under the firepower of the rebels, these low-level employees, who were essentially consumables for the company, naturally had few willingness to fight to the death, and soon chose to surrender.

However, it was obvious that the rebels who captured this base also suffered considerable losses themselves, so after taking over this place, they simply looted the weapons and ammunition of the company's employees, took away various spare parts that could be used, and then left without staying.

Um...left?

Looking at the rebel members who disappeared into the dark night, Lin Yi showed a playful smile on his face.

In short, it didn't take too long for Lin Yi to see Deadpool and Carl who had returned next to the garage. It must be said that both of them didn't look very good. Deadpool's clothes had a lot of bullet holes, but the wounds had completely healed, so it could only be considered that he didn't look very good. As for Carl, the bionic flesh on the surface of his mechanical body was damaged a lot, so that one of his eyes had already shown the dark red light of the internal mechanical eye.

"If other people see this look, it could easily cause problems..."

Looking at Carl's bruised and battered appearance, Lin Yi couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Hey, I'm the first teammate you met. Shouldn't you care about my situation first?"

Deadpool raised his eyebrows and said with his hands folded.

"Sorry, just thinking about the next step."

Lin Yi shook his head, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Do you know where they are going next?"

Carl looked at Lin Yi calmly and asked.

"Well, that's about right. As long as the cybernetic warrior returns to guard the core component..."

As he spoke, Lin Yi raised his hand, revealing some translucent sand in the palm of his hand.

Tracking dust matter was one of the spare items that Lin Yi specially chose and put in his backpack before starting this mission.

This thing is divided into two types, one is the nano-microorganism tracker on the technological side, and the other is the ultra-micro-carved magic creation on the magic side. It can be used according to different situations. As long as it is confirmed that the target has been hit, it can be activated, and then the distance between the opponent and oneself can be investigated.

In fact, it is not something particularly clever. For a technological civilization or a magical civilization, if they encounter the corresponding tracking dust, they can quickly discover its signal emission characteristics even if the civilization level is not particularly high. However, if it is the other way around, the situation is naturally completely different.

A few minutes ago, in the chase between Lin Yi and Abel, Lin Yi was not simply running away from the enemy, but taking advantage of the gaps in the opponent's pursuit and using magic to track the dust.

This is not a difficult thing, as long as you roughly estimate the opponent's landing point, such as the foot landing on the balcony when the room is full of electrified water, or the inevitable instinctive landing point when jumping down after breaking the roof under the light. As long as you can anticipate these things in advance, you can naturally achieve your goal.

For Lin Yi, who can instantly accelerate his thinking to the point where time almost stops and has ample opportunity to consider a plan of action, this is naturally not a difficult thing to do.

"Mr. Neet is tracking the enemy's signal. The enemy is still on the move. Let's find a temporary place to stay and wait for accurate information to come back before formulating the next action plan. How about that?"

Lin Yi proposed to his two companions.

"I have no objection."

Carl nodded and answered calmly.

"I always feel like you've naturally become the leader of the team. This feeling of having your position taken away from you is really unpleasant. How can you naturally command people who are stronger than you? Are you actually a social phobia?"

Deadpool stroked his chin and raised the question at this time.

"However, we can clearly sense some problems in this battle. Perhaps we cannot rely on ourselves alone. We must also rely on local forces, such as the rebels. To put it bluntly, our firepower is far from enough. We need guns and cannons, the more the better, no matter how we get them."

Lin Yi nodded slightly and then proposed again.

"I agree with that."

Carl continued to nod and answer.

"So I'm being ignored? Hey, you're discriminating against people with disabilities. To be honest, I'm the most popular character in this mission, okay? Readers, don't you agree? Those who support me, please remember to leave a message in this paragraph, just say [Mr. Deadpool, you're so handsome], love you guys~?"

Deadpool sighed and finally looked at the readers in front of the screen and pleaded seriously.

"How do you want to help us?"

Then, at this moment, a voice sounded from the side of the street.

Lin Yi turned around and saw the rebels who had clearly evacuated before. He also saw the rebel commander, a man whose entire body had been mechanized. Most of his head and limbs had basically become mechanical structures. He was carrying a heavy rifle and walking slowly towards him.

"With your help, I will destroy the manpower of Demiga Cyborg Corporation and ensure the destruction of the technological relics of the old civilization. This is my goal. It is also the reason why I will stay here and wait for you to come find me."

Facing these aggressive rebels who had just finished fighting and still smelled of blood, Lin Yi's expression did not change at all. He just turned around, looked at the man in front of him and spoke slowly.

An atmosphere of silence spread across the street.

Lin Yi and Carl stood where they were, staring at the rebels calmly, waiting for their answer.

Yasor, standing together with his companions, used his mechanical prosthetic eyes to continuously scan the three people in front of him. The light in his pupils flickered, and he seemed to be undecided for a moment.

Deadpool took a big sip of Coke that he took out from somewhere, sat on the side of the road, watching the confrontation between the two sides, whistled and shouted a few times "Fight, fight, kiss one, kiss one", and then started eating potato chips.

Chapter 13: Making friends~

A moment later, in a secluded ruin in Radiation Town, Lin Yi stepped into a house that had been abandoned for who knows how many years, and immediately saw two modified soldiers standing in the corner of the house on guard.

"It may be a little small for entertaining friends, sorry."

Yasor, who was walking in front, whispered with a hint of joking in his tone.

"Your situation doesn't look very good."

Lin Yi's eyes swept across the two people on guard and the reformers who stayed here in front, and his brows gradually frowned.

"I think your wording may be a bit euphemistic. These guys are like Syria, which has just been attacked by American airstrikes."

Deadpool, who rarely put away his joking attitude, shook his head, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

Indeed, the condition of this group of rebels is so bad that it is hard to describe.

More than half of the modified soldiers' prosthetic limbs were obviously twisted and deformed, with exposed parts and traces of simple and crude welding repairs. Some soldiers were even unable to continue maintaining their prosthetic limbs and had to remove their prosthetic limbs and move around with their crippled bodies.