Behind the Scenes from American Comics

With Deadpool's talkative and rude personality, the reason why he was not beaten to death and is still alive and kicking is because he has a super regeneration ability.

Even after being decapitated, dismembered, damaged spines and other vital organs, Deadpool can quickly self-healing and give the enemy a middle finger.

So, being beaten to pieces by a cultist is nothing to him.

On the contrary, when he heard that his little money was about to fly away, he was so heartbroken that he didn't even bother to pretend to be dead, and suddenly stood up from the ground.

"Ms. Huma, give me a minute."

After shouting back, Deadpool pulled out the two desert eagles from his waist, tilted his head and smiled at the stunned cultist, "Fucks, it's Mr. Wade's party time next."

bang bang ————

While speaking, his body jumped into the air, and while coquettishly spinning in the air, he quickly pulled the trigger.

When he landed, the bodies of the cultists fell to the ground, leaving only a black-robed man who seemed to be the leader of the cult.

"This wave of operations, I give myself full marks!"

Putting the still smoking Desert Eagle muzzle under his nostrils and sucking hard, Deadpool sighed intoxicated, turned his head and waved at the stunned white woman, "Hey, Ms. Huma, my service this time. Are you satisfied? Do you think it's too fast?"

"Mr. Wade, be careful!"

The white woman covered her mouth and looked behind Deadpool in horror.

"I know, there is a little baby."

Deadpool shrugged nonchalantly, and without turning his head, fired a shot in the back with a flick of his hand.

But this time, he missed.

The cult leader has black aura wrapped around his body, and his body size has become three times larger than before.

"Oh... man, you're so muscular."

Looking at the head of the cult with burning flames in his eyes and dark brown skin in front of him, Deadpool blinked, decisively pulled out the double carbon-sodium steel knives behind him, and stabbed forward.

"Hooho-"

The head of the cult was stabbed to the core, but he didn't care. Instead, he waved his fierce claws and slapped Deadpool away.

Snapped!

Deadpool's body turned into a perfect parabola, falling right at the feet of [Constantine].

Since he was on the ground, his neck snapped and twisted from the front to the back.

However, it's just the little things.

Reaching out and straightening his head, Deadpool climbed up nonchalantly, twisting his neck and complaining, "This guy hasn't bathed in a long time, and his claws stink more than the stinky socks I hid under the bed for two years."

"I don't believe you have heard it."

As he spoke, Deadpool turned his face to Constantine.

"Idiot, this is the sulphurous smell of hell."

[Constantine] pushed him away in disgust.

"Oh...then isn't this guy a devil?"

Deadpool hid behind Constantine with a frightened face, "The Detective of Hell, this professional enemy will be handed over to you."

"If I make a move, the $10,000 entrustment fee will be mine."

[Constantine] Holding a cigarette, he exhaled a white smoke ring.

"That's all right."

Deadpool squeezed his fists and said to the white woman with a serious face: "Ms. Huma, do you want to steam the devil or braise the devil?"

"Uh......"

The white woman hesitation for a while, then whispered: "Mr. Wade, if you can't do it, let Mr. Constantine come."

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"Damn little white face!"

Deadpool took a sip at Constantine and rushed up without a word.

Whoa!

click!

Snapped!

After some bells and whistles, Deadpool flew back.

"It's not fair!"

After stuffing the intestines that had flowed all over again, Deadpool said angrily: "This guy seems to be immune to physical damage. This is a shameless cheating act, and I strongly recommend dealing with it."

No one pays attention to him.

Deadpool was not embarrassed, got up from the ground nonchalantly, licked his face and said, "Hey Constantine, your dear friend needs a little help from you, how do you exorcists deal with demons?"

"Holy water, crosses, spells."

[Constantine] Rolling up his cuffs, revealing the Holy Cross tattoo on his arm, he squinted and said, "Like this."

The voice just fell.

The cult leader who rushed up with a roar was knocked away by invisible divine power, and terrifying black smoke came out of his body.

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"Oh, that's what it is!!"

Watching the demon howling in pain lying on the ground, Deadpool suddenly realized and nodded, and began to tug at his leggings.

"what are you doing?"

Constantine's eyes twitched.

"Sorry, I also have a cross tattoo on my butt."

Deadpool smiled shyly.

(￣ェ￣;)

Constantine had a dark face and kicked the sand sculpture's ass.

When Deadpool's body took off and flew towards the cult leader who had gone crazy again, Constantine took out a bottle of aged holy water from her arms and threw it out.

"Then, use this against it."

"clear!"

Deadpool happily took the holy water, raised his head and sighed.

Snapped!

Just after drinking, he smashed the head of the cult, and the two looked at each other affectionately.

"Roar!!"

The demon incarnated by the cult leader roared angrily and waved his fierce claws to kill the little bugs on his body.

And this time.

With a puff, Deadpool squirted all the holy water out of his mouth. *