Marvel's Magneto is a good guy

Chapter 337 Look, a division of savages is masturbating!
On the glass of the plane, a man in a red uniform jumped up suddenly. He had two knives stuck in his back, a pistol on his leg, and a round pocket on his waist. Take a look.

"Deadpool?" Coulson knew Deadpool, and after a moment of hesitation, he opened the hatch and let him in.

"Oh, thank you, you are really my benefactor! When I get rich, I will definitely buy you a lottery ticket!" Deadpool jumped into the plane and sat down on the ground, "You better close the door, there are a group of savages chasing you I."

"Savage? Don't worry, as long as it's not a damned dinosaur!" A burly black man was bandaging a wound, which seemed to have been scratched by a dinosaur's teeth. "Our plane is strong enough to withstand a brigade of wildlings!"

"Mike, come here!" Coulson stood in front of the screen and shouted anxiously, "There is a division of savages coming!"

Mike: "?!"

Deadpool stretched out his hands, pointed his two index fingers at his face, and showed off his cuteness to Mike.

A division of savages sounds a bit exaggerated, but in fact, there are only a lot of them!

The savages simply wore leaves and clothes, and held simple wooden spears and stone pestles in their hands. They surrounded the S.H.I.E.L.D. , Shocked the SHIELD planes.

"Damn it, what the hell did you do?" Mike angrily picked up the shotgun and pointed it at Deadpool.

Deadpool made an innocent move, and then quickly raised his hands above his head, "I just saved me! Oh, that's not right, I kidnapped me, I was regarded as a god by them, but I am my target, you I don’t know, someone is willing to pay 500 million US dollars and the whereabouts of Francis to buy my head! This deal is too good! If I had known that they wanted my head, I would have cut off my head and given it to them Hey, you said if my head is cut off, will there be two deadpools? Then I can sell my head all the time?"

"What a mess!" Mike hit Deadpool hard on the head with the butt of his gun. He knew that Deadpool couldn't die, and this was just to relieve his anger.

"Hey, dude! Don't break my products!" Deadpool patted his head, "How is your treatment here? Do you want to change jobs? I want to recruit a few salesmen, with a basic salary and a commission. How about my head?"

"Mike, tell him to shut up!" Coulson yelled, ordering the plane to take off.

Mike got the boss's order, tied up Deadpool three times and five times, and stuffed his mouth with Deadpool's headgear, so that Deadpool could only make a "woo-woo" sound.

"What is this?" Mike untied Deadpool's waist pocket, put it on the table, and quickly opened it, "Oh, God!"

Mike was startled by the contents inside and almost threw the pocket out. Coulson turned his head and looked, his color changed immediately, "Quick! Quarantine! Disinfect! This should be the virus they are looking for!"

"Woooooo..." Deadpool's mouth was stuffed, and the only thing he could move was his eyes. He first glanced at Mike and Coulson with greedy eyes, and then looked at Deadpool, with a haggard face. , immediately smiled, "Woooooo!"

"What did he want to say? Damn, is this thing alive?" Coulson and Mike took another step back, their eyes full of horror.

The medical team on the plane quickly put Deadpool Deadpool in the isolation cabin, and carefully pulled out the filling in his mouth with a mechanical hand. After spreading it out, they found that it was also a red headgear, almost exactly the same as Deadpool's.

"Quack quack quack!" Deadpool with the dead head let out an ugly, weird laugh, "You also have today, let you gag me! Bah bah bah! This headgear is really smelly, I haven't washed it for decades , damn it, why does it smell like preserved egg?"

"Who are you?" Coulson stood in front of the isolation cabin, looked up and down the dead man's head Deadpool, and found that this head was really similar to Deadpool's.

"I'm your deadpool master! Fresh flesh, oh, delicious, come in and let me take a bite, wait, where's my tooth? Damn, did I knock my tooth out? God, My last tooth! You have no idea how much I love it! I get a full cleaning every two months, well, maybe three months, maybe four months..."

"Colson, let's gag him." Mike rubbed his forehead, feeling the pain in his head.

Coulson couldn't stand it, but he rejected Mike's proposal, "He probably knows the information here, Mike, he gave it to you, you swore to dedicate everything to the safety of the world, it's time!"

Coulson patted Mike on the shoulder earnestly, showing that you have a long way to go.

Mike looked confused and desperate, "Are you sure you're not avenging yourself? Just because I scratched your car last time?"

"You scratched Laura?" Coulson's eyes changed. "Mike, this head is very dangerous. You must watch him 24 hours a day! You must not let him have an accident!"

Mike wanted to slap himself twice, and looked at Coulson walking away, "You pervert who named the car!"

……

Coulson returned to the cab and looked down, "How is the situation?"

"Very bad, they don't seem to want to leave, sir, should we use the machine gun?" the pilot asked tentatively.

Coulson shook his head, "They are not threatening, and we have no right to slaughter them. Can you be so determined to shoot them? They look almost exactly like us!"

"Um, I just want to threaten with a machine gun." The pilot shrank his head, "Also, they don't look like they are not threatening."

"Can't they still hit the plane with sticks and stones?"

As soon as Coulson finished speaking, the plane shook for a while. He couldn't stand upright for a while, and fell over, "What's going on?"

"Those savages, they're hitting the plane with sticks and stones..." The pilot glanced sideways at Coulson, and almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Colson: "..."

……

Eric has been flying straight towards Deadpool, but Deadpool is too jumpy, running around like a headless chicken, he has run all over the four directions, so that Eric has to constantly adjust the direction of flight .

After flying for a long time, Deadpool's position was finally fixed, and Eric hurried to speed up, just in time to see the epic spectacle.

A division of savages jerking off!
Ahem, it's really masturbation, hitting the S.H.I.E.L.D. plane with wooden spears and rocks!
(End of this chapter)