If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 550
Many guests stood up straight away. The loud, noisy and suppressed exclamations were like squeezed scare boxes full of balls of thread. When the lid was opened, they ejected violently. Almost everyone knew what was in the cage. But this can't reduce their fear and timidity.

Su Xiaoqiang is probably the only one who has never seen this kind of monster called "Deadpool" by the organizers. The appearance of this unimaginable and broken three-dimensional thing under the light was a huge shock to her. She turned her head He wanted to ask Lu Mingfei if he was dazzled, but found that the boy couldn't help but stood up and clenched his fist tightly with his right hand.

"Do you think Chen Wenwen will?" Su Xiaoqiang whispered as if realizing something.

"No, no, definitely not." Lu Mingfei's lips turned pale, subconsciously rejecting the possibility Su Xiaoqiang mentioned.

"Probably not, and it's not in a hurry to fight. There's no need to spawn so many 'deadpools' in advance." CK heard the noise at the scene, probably knew what happened, and whispered comfortingly.

"'Deadpool'." Lu Mingfei repeated the name, his face was ugly, probably because its name fits its image too much, after the black cloth was taken off, it was stimulated to a dark golden color by the light in the iron cage The pupils of the cage let out a piercing roar and continuously hit the cage wall. Every time the claws hit the host who was closest to it, the solid cage wall was slightly deformed by the impact, but it still persistently blocked it. The monster inside escaped from birth.

"The derivative product of 'leech medicine', type I product, is not difficult to make, and the medicine required will be reduced a lot as appropriate. Generally, only one to three doses are needed. When the bloodline is pushed enough to be irreversible, type I can be cultivated later. The product is only a matter of time, and it is highly recommended to mass-produce it for use in local street battles or annihilation battles with complex terrain." The petite woman picked up the black remote control panel and pressed it on the podium, and slowly lowered a white remote control panel behind her. screen, on which a clip of the playing video begins to be projected.

The background in the video is a local battlefield. The streets are full of flames of war, and residential buildings with dense windows like honeycomb coal. The shooting angle is very bumpy and chaotic, as if the camera is tied to the back of a wild dog. In the video Soon there appeared Arabs holding guns and covering their mouths and noses.

It was in an alleyway, a team of Arabs was moving forward, the camera was hidden in the corner of the wall, aiming at one of the players behind, followed by an unbelievably fast short-range acceleration, a The sharp claws pierced through the back abdomen of the team member and left the team like a rag doll. The team didn't even realize that it was attacked, and turned around by chance after more than ten seconds. Doubtful voices calling for the missing companion sounded from far away.

"Yemen, the peacekeeping force headed by President Abd Raab chose us very well. After purchasing the first batch of Type I products, the coup targets who were against him suffered casualties in small-scale street fighting and conflicts. It is very serious, and it is difficult for firearms and explosions to deal with Type I products in complex terrain, which is obvious to all after the actual combat test." The petite woman looked up at the big screen behind her and said.

In the video, the terrified screams when the guns were fired and the howling before death made the hall so quiet that you could hear the heart beating rapidly in the chest. Everyone understood that these were the most realistic war scenes. any post-processing.

In the video, Deadpool with a miniature camera is almost moving in a three-dimensional way in the narrow corridor. The ceiling and walls are all footholds for his claws to step on, and the jumping force is enough for him to jump from the beginning of the corridor. At the finish line, he went through the firepower network woven by three earthen firearms, and smashed off the head of the rebel army with one claw, destroying the temporary front. Afterwards, the bullets swept across the ceiling, the dust fell rustlingly, and the scene of blood and flesh raged. up.

A small number of female guests turned their heads and looked ugly, but many people in the hall were staring at the terrifying power displayed by the monster on the screen. The armor with black scales was strong enough to resist full-power rifle bullets and explosives over three meters long. The heat and shock waves, the extremely strong environmental adaptability and bloodthirsty make it almost a ghost on the battlefield. For no reason, Lu Mingfei shivered and absurdly produced the potion release he is currently sitting at Umbrella Corporation. At the meeting, even Master Licking was inferior to Deadpool in his scale armor that could resist and fight.

There are countless examples of this kind of cruelty in the video. It seems that the war-torn Arab country has had one monster attack tragedy after another when no one knows about it. As for why no one knows about it. Dead people will not speak Talking, and the organizer's method seems to be so neat that it doesn't leave any traces, making it impossible for those who should pursue this matter to investigate.

"What about the civilians? Have you ever cared about the civilians? No one can control this kind of monster. Do you know what you are selling?" The British-style man stood up and couldn't help but growl. It was completely unbelievable in his eyes. He probably knew the habits and background of a creature like Deadpool, but he still couldn't believe that someone had the audacity to list this creature as a war consumable!This is simply stepping on the "Abraham Blood Pact" on the ground and scraping the dirty blood with the soles of his shoes.

"Of course we know what we are selling." The petite woman looked at him and said calmly, "The perfect weapon of war, five times the physical fitness of a normal soldier, ten times the will to kill, will never betray the purity, as long as They are still alive and will chase all life in the drop area. Their strong sense of smell and instinct make them not need radar and strategic deployment, and their tenacious vitality allows them to dig out one more enemy's heart before they die. It's just a Type I product, the worst and crudest product under the 'leech potion'."

"This is not something you can control in exchange for profit." The British-style man stared at the petite woman, a slight golden light appeared in his eyes, and his mood fluctuated to a limit, "You have crossed the line!"

"Crossing the line? The red line of morality or the red line of the new era?" The petite woman said softly, "If it's the former, then you don't need to worry about us, but if it's the latter, I can only be sorry for the humble I product It’s not an epoch-making masterpiece, as I said in the video, the shortcomings of Type I products are very obvious, that is, too pure ambition and the will to kill.”

She turned her head to look at the violent Deadpool in the iron cage that was close at hand. The face covered with black scales could vaguely see that he was a gentle young man before birth, but now there is only a daze and a bloodthirsty look in the dark golden pupils. Will, "The scenes in the video took place on the battlefields of Yemen and Syria, and Type I products are only suitable for fixed-point annihilation, encirclement and suppression wars, or breakthrough operations to destroy strongholds. It is almost impossible to complete slightly delicate tasks. A little carelessness will also backfire on its master and allies, after all, the only reason driving their actions is fresh flesh and blood."

"Cage! Cage!" Someone shouted hastily. During the conversation, the black monster colliding in the iron cage never stopped his restlessness, and the iron cage began to deform and bend no matter how well-made it was, and the iron rod was hit. The gap was getting bigger and bigger, and the joints began to make teeth-squeaking noises. The guests sitting in the first row couldn't help leaving their seats and stepping back, watching in horror at the iron that might collapse at any time. cage.

Under the watchful eyes of all the guests, the petite woman did an incomprehensible thing. She actually took out a key and inserted it into the huge padlock hanging from the iron cage. While a group of people shouted to discourage them, she turned the key and opened it. The gate of the iron cage.

The padlock crashed to the ground, and at the same time, the Deadpool in the cage was making another collision. This time, he hit the door of the iron cage, and there was no longer any obstacle, and he knocked the door open, and his whole body rolled out of the iron cage like a ball. The one rolled on the ground and fell into the hall!
At the same time, before most of the guests in the hall had time to scream and collapse, three figures rushed out from the table, and the first one to rush out was the British-style man on Lu Mingfei's table. His speed Soon he didn't feel ashamed of his four times the physical fitness of ordinary people, and he didn't know how to write the word fear. When Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang were about to retreat, he was already like a wolf. Stepping on the round table, he jumped out and directly hit Deadpool who hadn't gotten up on the ground.

Deadpool, who was about to stand up on all fours, was hit by the British man and fell to the ground, screaming like a baby crying. He summoned a huge force to lift the guy behind him who was trying to lock him, but then Another huge force stepped on the back of his head and pushed him to the ground for the second time.

The person who made the shot was a bald man in a silver suit, and he should be one of the few people of blood in the crowd. Next to him, a middle-aged man dressed like a priest stepped out quickly, stepping on the ground. Grabbing Deadpool's back, he stretched out his hand to grab the black-scaled left arm, and the three men pressed Deadpool's two arms and head respectively, suppressing the monster that hadn't had time to create a bloody tragedy.

"As you can see." The petite woman didn't seem to be surprised by this scene, and she continued to introduce while standing beside the podium and gently turning her head to the microphone, "The strongest thing about Type I products is not their physical fitness, Rather, they have their own non-human fear halo, which can cause a huge blow to the morale of the enemy. But once the enemy is well-trained and well-coordinated with elites, a well-equipped team of five is enough to set a trap and destroy the I Type products are completely destroyed."

"Are you crazy?" The British man who pressed Deadpool's right arm stared at the petite woman and shouted.

"The three guests are busy, but it's not yet the time for the three to come out. Please leave the scene a little bit to give some space." The petite woman looked at the three mixed-races who couldn't help but make a move and said politely.

"You..." The British man wanted to reprimand something, but he suddenly found three waiters walking slowly around the vacated venue. When he looked into their eyes, he couldn't speak.

The faces of the three waiters were as blank as white paper, as dazed as infants and young children, but their dark golden pupils showed their identities.

"Type II product, the controllable system of Deadpool, yes, we have overcome the problem that this secret party has not achieved for a hundred years. The great races enslaved all things thousands of years ago, and now it is finally up to us to take the reins, and I I believe that Deadpool will always be just a beginning, and the servant bound at the end of the rein can be anything, even the former owner of the rein." The petite woman said softly into the microphone.

From the moment Deadpool came out, no one in the hall paid attention to her. She was still dutifully introducing the press conference, and her dedication made people feel absurd.

(End of this chapter)