Clapping his hands, Deadpool looked at the three people on the ground, firmly tied up, face down and back up, still wiggling around, and nodded with satisfaction.
As expected of me, my binding technique is so artistic.
Even if the Oscars have some shady dealings and I don't win an award, I'll definitely win an award if I switch to art.
By the way, what are the top art awards in the World?
Damn it, I seem to have never paid attention to this aspect!
It seems I'll have to do some research later, otherwise I'll be wasting my talent in this area.
Just in that moment of distraction, the three had wiggled quite a distance, and Deadpool quickly ran up to grab Steve's ankle, who was wiggling the fastest, dragging him back to his original spot, then Carter, who was second, and finally the innocent driver.
It seems... quite fun?
Deadpool stroked his chin, his eyes lit up, and he stood in place, watching the three wiggle.
After they wiggled ten meters away, he would happily go and drag them back to their original spots.
After four times, the driver was exhausted and collapsed halfway.
Wiggling in that position is not something an ordinary person can endure.
Carter, as expected of a former senior Agent, wiggled for a full eight times before becoming completely exhausted.
Oh, or maybe she just felt that wiggling was useless and gave up struggling.
"Go, Steve, you're the best!"
With his hands cupped around his mouth like a megaphone, Deadpool slightly bent over, cheering Steve on.
Steve:...I'm tired, just destroy me.
"Alas, happy times are always short-lived."
Deadpool stepped forward, looking at the prominent American muscular posterior, swallowed, and his sinful hand uncontrollably reached towards it.
No!
At the crucial moment, Deadpool's left hand grabbed his right hand and pulled it back.
Steve originally had a flat, plank-like physique, and only became like this after being injected with the serum.
The super soldier serum is technology, which means this firm American muscular posterior is actually a product of technology!
Deadpool was furious and stomped on Steve's butt.
You, Steve, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually used technology to show off and deceive!
Ding, mission complete, free attribute point +1.
"Whew!"
Chance!
Steve gritted his teeth fiercely, his face flushed, his muscles bulging, and veins popping out.
The not-so-thick rope instantly snapped, and Deadpool only felt a large hand grip his ankle.
He tried to pull his foot, but it didn't budge, so he helplessly spread his hands: "Oh no, I'm done for."
The next moment, Steve grabbed Deadpool's ankle, twisted his waist with all his might, and slammed him hard onto the ground.
"What a pity."
Deadpool's body was suspended in the air, but he wasn't flustered at all.
Before he landed, he slammed his single hand heavily on the ground, and a ring-shaped gust of wind, centered on where his palm landed, blew away the surrounding dust.
He used the force to leap up, clamped Steve's arm with his legs, twisted his body, reached out and pressed down on Steve's shoulder, forcefully pinning him to the ground.
"It's a pity you're still just a little new recruit who's only undergone a short training camp, otherwise I'd be the one lying down there right now, and I was really looking forward to that scene."
Leaning his head close to Steve's ear, Deadpool said coyly.
Steve's face was flushed, and he struggled constantly, but Deadpool, being a former Mercenary, was intimately familiar with the human body's joints.
He was pressed down, completely powerless, unable to exert any strength.
Taking out the rope to re-tie Steve, Deadpool couldn't resist stepping on the American muscular posterior again.
The solid feeling underfoot was truly intoxicating, simply incomparable!
Wait.
He cast his gaze towards Carter.
Carter: (Дﾟ≡ﾟДﾟ)
Bang!
No, Steve's is still more solid.
Deadpool returned to Captain America's side and stomped twice more.
Carter:!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What's wrong???
Why did she see a hint of disdain in Deadpool's eyes???
What does that mean?
Does he think she's not even as good as a man???
I!!!
Silently looking at Steve's American muscular posterior, Carter:...It's over, I really can't compare.
Deadpool was about to leave when he suddenly remembered a certain pigeon that had been taken advantage of in the classical wuxia section.
Yang Guo: Coo coo, coo coo.
Inappropriate!
He took Carter's weapon, drew the long sword from his back, and slashed towards Carter with a swish.
"No!"
Steve's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his eyes filled with fury.
Carter closed her eyes tightly, awaiting the imminent Death.
The next moment, she only felt her wrists loosen, and the ropes binding her hands split in two, falling to the ground.
"Bye bye!"
Deadpool waved at them, then skipped away.
Today he rubbed both Captain America and the British Captain the wrong way, truly a good day.
Carter twisted her wrists, which were red and somewhat painful from being tied too tightly, took a few more deep breaths, quickly untied the ropes on her feet, brushed off the large shoe print on her butt, and then went to help Steve untie himself.
"Aren't you going after him?"
Steve stood up, looking in the direction Deadpool had left, gritting his teeth.
Turning his head, he saw Carter looking at him as if he were an idiot.
Your gun was confiscated, you're no match for him in close combat, haven't you been humiliated enough?
Are you addicted or something?
Moreover, Carter still hadn't figured out how Deadpool made the serum disappear and reappear, or where Deadpool pulled out the ropes he used to tie them, and it was a fact they saw with their own eyes that Deadpool was shot.
"Forget it, that guy probably doesn't... doesn't have any ill intentions towards us, and neither of us is a match for him.
Let's leave it to the Strategic Scientific Reserve to investigate later."
Carter untied the driver, apologized profusely to him, and then pulled out a few U.S. dollars as compensation.
She took a deep look in the direction Deadpool had left, then led Steve back to the Strategic Scientific Reserve... After teasing Steve and Carter, the little couple, and completing the mission, Deadpool smacked his lips, feeling that this World didn't seem to have much fun, so he casually opened a door and slipped in.
Behind the door was a slightly dim hall, with rows of seats neatly arranged, and a huge Cross standing on a platform in front, with glass windows adorned with character patterns on the wall behind.
Not to mention, the sunlight hitting those colorful patterns was quite beautiful at first glance, like a kaleidoscope.
Had he arrived at a church?
Deadpool, now in his casual clothes, took two steps forward, carefully observing his surroundings.
"Cough cough, young man, is there anything I can help you with?"
From the side corridor of the church walked out a priest, around sixty years old, wearing a robe, and somewhat corpulent.
"Nothing, I'm just strolling around."
Deadpool waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to be bothered.
"Young man, this is not the time for strolling."
The priest shook his head, grabbed the Cross pendant on his chest, and made a large Cross from his forehead to his chest, then from his left shoulder to his right shoulder: "I know you are afraid, but you don't have to worry, this is the Lord's territory, the Lord's light shines here, and protects here, as long as you are without sin, you will not suffer the slightest harm here."
"If you believe you have sinned, then sincerely pray before the Cross, and the Lord will forgive every devout believer and absolve them of their sins."