At 9 o'clock in the morning, the first passenger plane from the UK landed on the runway of Wichita Airport.

As the gangway descended, sleepy passengers walked down from the plane in an orderly manner. A lady in a black robe and felt hat looked a little eye-catching.

She exudes a cold atmosphere, like an iceberg, but she herself looks like a researcher traveling far away, wearing a pair of frameless glasses, with a researcher's temperament, carrying a handbag, and not communicating with others.

She is a former biological geneologist and now a black claw mercenary Moira.

A woman with a very unique life.

She advocates science and genetic modification to allow humans to enter a more civilized and advanced era, but she was disqualified from research due to illegal surgery.

Her operation was successful, and the Road Bald among the Black Claw Mercenaries was her most perfect research result.

Extremely strong and undeformed skin, powerful muscle tissue, and stronger bones than ordinary people. They can survive in various extreme environments and quickly restore the vitality of the body by absorbing special gases.

Faster reaction, stronger strength, and stronger physique perfectly meet the requirements of Death Knell for the warrior.

Although the mentality has been irreversible, for this achievement itself, there is no need to worry about such a small flaw.

However, Moira is no longer satisfied with this primary biological genetic modification, and she has a new goal.

Deadpool, Wade Wilson.

The cancer cells and regenerated cells in this mutant human body are fighting crazy every second, leaving him in a unique, artistic balance between life and death.

Moira believes that Deadpool's cells and his changed genes will become the most perfect blueprint for transforming all mankind.

The great cause of human beings to conquer death thousands of years ago will complete the last step in her hands.

And Deadpool, he is the key to eternal life.

Thinking of this, a slightly distorted smile flashed across Moira's cold face. She looked left and right, pulled the felt hat down, then took off her big box from the luggage tray, took out her cell phone and looked at the map, and planned to go to the meeting point.

It was a remote town, Smallville, a place Moira had never heard of.

She didn't care about the failure of this mission. As a logistics staff member, she never cared about these tasks, as long as Deathkill could provide her with sufficient research funds every month.

Yes, there are two reasons why Moira joined Black Claw.

First, there are experimental samples that can be studied here.

Second, there is sufficient research funding here.

In other words, if anyone else could provide Moira with enough research funding and not interfere with her research project, the infamous biologist actually didn't mind working for others.

"Ms. Moira?"

A somewhat cold voice sounded behind Moira, interrupting her thinking.

The biologist turned around and saw the Barbie Agent in a black uniform standing behind her, and around her, several indifferent agents were surrounding her.

"You don't look like friends."

Moira took a step back alertly, and her right hand with gloves raised, a dangerous ball of black energy jumping on her fingers.

As a biological geneticist who practices himself, how could Moira not have done experiments on himself before transforming others?

She is also a superhuman who has been transformed by herself.

"Calm down, ma'am."

Barbie was not afraid of the beating energy in Moira's hand. She looked around and said to Moira:

"You are not the same as the other people in Black Claw. You have no blood on your hands and no murders. The only mistake is to conduct illegal biological research. I am not here to catch you, ma'am."

"I'm here to bring you a message for my boss."

Agent Barbie said softly:

"SHIELD is recruiting all kinds of outstanding talents, and our SL.D. needs to join us. If you want, you can immediately get your own laboratory and the first phase of research funds of US$5 million in the Ghost Base. In the future, based on your research results, we will judge the number of research funds in the second phase based on your research results."

"The most important thing is that you don't need to sneak in the future and hide like a mouse in a sewer."

“We can provide you with a new identity and guarantee that no one will disturb your research.”

“It’s pretty good.”

Moira is not a fool, she didn't relax her guard, she asked:

"But I'm curious, what do you need me to study for you? You know, I'm not interested in research work that others have already done, and that's a waste of life."

“Bio-Fortification.”

Agent Barbie said:

"A combination of ancient magical skills and modern science, the experiment aims to batch produce human warriors that can fight against aliens, which we call "witch hunters". Our experiments have been successful, but now we lack the skills to push individual research into batch experiments, and we need professionals like you."

"interesting."

Moira dissipated the energy in her hands. She looked at Agent Barbie. She rubbed her hands with some excitement. She said:

“When will we start the experiment?”

"Um?"

Agent Barbie looked at the biologist in front of her in surprise and asked:

"Don't you care about your companions?"

"them?"

Moira frowned and said:

"They are not companions, I can't even remember their names. They are just um, test items, to-do test items, that's all. My relationship with them is not as close as you think. I'm a researcher."

She emphasized:

"A pure, professional researcher."

"Okay, let's not waste time anymore. You said you already have a successful test sample. I need to take a look and analyze the genetic composition before I can give my judgment. Time is tight. Miss, let's leave here quickly."

—

Just as Agent Barbie took Moira to the Ghost Base, Merlin was pushing the door in a bar in Chinatown, Vancouver, Canada.

This bar is not that purely a place to drink.

Meilin saw at a glance the ragged ladies dancing temptingly above the bar.

But he didn't care about this. He walked to the bar, ordered a glass of wine, and sat there alone, enjoying the song and dance he didn't see often. Until more than ten minutes later, he turned his head to the bartender in front of him and said:

This guy is indeed a lunatic.

It's true and undeniable.

Any villain will pay great attention to protecting his information, but Deadpool actually puts his resume on the recruitment website to find a job.

"Name: Deadpool."

"Profession: Killer Mercenary."

"Tasks: including but not limited to the following items: assassination, robbery, rescue, nanny, private detective, swordsman, search for lost cats and dogs, homework (living: under 8th grade), express delivery, picking up girls, gang fights"

When I read this, not only Merlin, but also Vanessa, who was already a little suffocating, was stunned.

Merlin's eyes twitched a little. He looked at the description at the bottom of the resume, where there was only a simple drawing of Deadpool's self-portrait.

Just like the graffiti of an 8-year-old child.

"He dares to say that he is not a lunatic."

Merlin rubbed his forehead, and he turned his head and said to Vanessa:

"This is your boyfriend, lady, your aesthetic view is really a bit distorted."

"That's not Wade, that's not."

Vanessa grabbed the mist with her hands, and she said with difficulty:

"You are also a lunatic!"

"No, I'm not."

Merlin shrugged, and he raised his hand, the black smoke condensed into a shadow-flying knife at the tip of his fingers, and he pointed the blade at Vanessa's beautiful face, and he yawned.

"It's been five minutes, I've been waiting for a long time."

"I'm sorry, Miss Vanessa, it seems that Wade has fallen in love with him, so it's time to say goodbye!"

"Swish"

Merlin threw a sharp flying knife at the young lady in front of her without hesitation. Almost at the same time, a strange light lit up in the room, just like a teleportation device taking effect. A red figure rushed into the room in the aftermath of the light, and she lay on Vanessa like an octopus, blocking the flying knife that was stabbing Vanessa with her back.

"puff"

Blood and burning blood were sprinkled everywhere.

Merlin Shiran stood up, and in the scattered blood, he reached out and patted, as if he was applauding, he said:

"Do you think I don't know you've been hiding upstairs? Wade"

"Look, everyone has weaknesses, and even a lunatic has you who should protect this lady, instead of rushing out at the last moment."

"Get a good night's sleep, Wade."

Hearing this, Deadpool raised his head suddenly and saw Vanessa struggling, and the needle in his abdomen had already penetrated his abdomen.

And the blue liquid was injected into his body.

"Bang"

Deadpool fell to the ground weakly, and he struggled to stand up, but Merlin stretched out his feet and stepped on his chest. The scattered smoke wrapped Deadpool tightly on the ground, making him unable to move. He looked at Deadpool condescendingly, especially the broken red belt around his waist.

Behind her glasses, a cold light blew in Merlin's eyes.

He said:

"You also stole our 084 items"

"But it's okay, I'll catch you Bichi!"

Sogou
Chapter completed!