The saleswoman approached, and when she saw the handsome face, it seemed familiar.
Then she suddenly exclaimed, "Hey! You... aren't you that... Flame Knight from a few days ago?!"
"Uh... yes..." Watson hadn't expected this.
"I only saved two people, and New York City shouldn't be lacking in people like that, right?"
"Someone posted a video on Twitter of your fight before you saved those people! It was so cool!"
"What? A combat video?"
"Yes! It seems like a young person in a building recorded it, and everyone is guessing your true identity."
Watson, seeing that their conversation was attracting more and more attention, quickly said, "Hey, I actually don't want to draw attention to myself, so please keep it down and keep it a secret, okay?"
"Also, I need a few sets of different styles of lingerie for my girlfriend.
Do you have any good recommendations?"
"What? You already have a girlfriend?"
The young woman's face clearly showed disappointment, but she quickly regained her professional composure.
"Alright, what are her measurements?"
"91-63-91," Watson said, while looking around at the dazzling array of styles.
He thought to himself, 'Should I pick some more unique ones to take back?'
"Oh, wow, your girlfriend has a great figure.
Please wait a moment, I'll go pick some out for you, and then you can decide, how does that sound?"
"That would be perfect, of course."
Watson watched the saleswoman go to pick out items, and he began to wander around.
"Hey, what do you think of these?"
The saleswoman came back with several sets, including some more sensual, some more innocent, and some more playful ones.
"Please wrap them all up for me—"
Just then, a sudden commotion came from outside the store, and then a man with a pistol suddenly ran through the doorway.
The man, having just entered, was surprised to find himself in a lingerie store.
He paused for a moment, then heard a snarky voice from the doorway: "Oh~ our little bunny isn't running anymore?
Wow~ buddy, if I were you, I'd stop to admire them too!
Look at that lace ***! I'm buying it for Vanessa!"
A person in a red and black uniform with two panda eyes on their face ran up to the saleswoman: "Hi! Beautiful lady, how much is that black lace ***?"
At that moment, the man with the gun reacted, turned around, fired a shot at the person, and then immediately ran forward!
"Ahhh!!!"
The people in the store finally reacted to the gunshot!
They quickly scattered in all directions!
Only the pretty saleswoman—just as she was about to leave, she saw the man in front of her standing still.
She then remembered that this man was the new hero—Flame Knight!
So, she stood there, her face full of anticipation.
The man who was shot touched the bullet hole in his chest and suddenly cursed in annoyance, "F*ck! Now I have to make Vanessa do laundry again!
You jerk! Stop right there! If you leave, where will I get the money to buy Vanessa underwear?!"
"Screw you! You damn mutant!"
The gunman, seeing that he was shot but unharmed, quickly ran forward again.
As he passed Watson and the pretty saleswoman, he grabbed the bag from the saleswoman's hand and threw it at Deadpool!
"Pow!"
"What is this? An underwear bomb?"
Watson, who had been watching the show, saw the lingerie he bought for Natasha thrown out, and his pupils instantly contracted.
No one noticed, but his pupils seemed to have undergone a subtle change.
Watson stepped forward and grabbed the gunman by the neck, tossing him upwards.
He made him do a 360-degree flip in the air, then he landed with a splat on the ground, and Watson stomped on him.
"Hey! I should thank you for helping me subdue this scoundrel, but—are these undergarments yours?
I don't mean anything else, don't worry, I never discriminate against any GAY!
I must say, you have excellent taste.
And as a thank you, I'd be happy to introduce you to many people just like you, how does that sound?"
Watson, having turned his head, looked at the endlessly chattering person with interest.
Wade, the infamous Deadpool! One of Marvel's four big mouths!
But... he was indeed the most despicable person, despicable without any bottom line!
But Deadpool suddenly clutched his butt: "F*ck! I said I'd introduce you!
But don't look at me with such suggestive eyes!
I already have my own sanctuary!"
Watson heard Deadpool's words and rolled his eyes helplessly, but then he thought, he hadn't stretched his muscles in a long time since he came back.
Since he'd run into someone unkillable, he—
Thinking this, Watson, feeling playful, said, "Those were gifts I bought for my girlfriend, but now, I certainly can't have them anymore, so I need compensation.
Now, this person belongs to me."
Just then, Jett ran into the store with a gun, and seeing Watson, quickly asked, "Officer? What happened, I heard gunshots!"
"It's nothing, just wait for me at the door."
Deadpool, seeing the person run in front of him and block him, said angrily, "Hey! Buddy, it's my turn to speak!"
Then he took a step forward, pushed Jett behind him, and said to Watson, "Buddy, you can't do that! He's my money!
Money is for buying gifts for my girlfriend!"
"So, that means one of us two won't have a gift for their girlfriend?"
Deadpool heard this, and his panda eyes narrowed into a line.
He reached back and pulled out his two katanas, saying, "It seems so!
If that's the case, then your girlfriend will have a boyfriend whose ass will be pierced by these two swords!"
"You're hooked~" Watson, unable to suppress his smile, looked at Deadpool and said, "Let's go somewhere quieter.
It wouldn't be good to hurt the pretty saleswoman and some of the plants and flowers here~"
After saying that, Watson turned to the saleswoman beside him and said, "Could you please pack the previous styles in another bag~ a new one.
I'll come back for them later.
Ah, Jett, wait for me at the door, don't worry, it'll be quick."
After Watson finished speaking, he picked up the 'girlfriend's gift' like a little chick and walked out of the store.
Deadpool, surprisingly, put away his katanas and followed him out, then said to Watson, "Why do I have a feeling that meeting you today was destined?"
"Shut up... don't disgust me—"
—A full moon night, the Forbidden Peak. Bah! Clear skies, Brooklyn Bridge!
"Why are we skipping the plot of us going from the lingerie store to the Brooklyn Bridge? This is an insult to the audience's intelligence!!!"
"No, no, no... here, it's not called an insult, it's called padding the word count.
Alright, let's begin.
Now, the girlfriend's gift is the most important!"
Watson, hearing this, felt the need to bring the topic back, or else he'd be led astray by this idiot.