Russia, over the blocks of a big city.

On one side of the battle were several vertical take-off and landing fighters equipped with very advanced military armed forces in the world, and on the other side was a single green figure - it didn't look like a even-match battle? Well, it wasn't. It was just that it was crushed unilaterally, but it was those fully armed fighters.

If this air battle lasted a little longer, the Russian military should have arrived at the scene to intervene. But it ended too quickly. From the outbreak of the fierce battle to the last fighter being cut by a giant scissor, the whole process only took about three or five minutes.

However, although these fighter jets are not enough in front of Eric, as the mastermind behind the scenes, their energy cannot be underestimated as being able to mobilize such a level of combat power in Russia.

In fact, Eric cared a little about who the guy named "Odysseus".

But none of these are the primary issues, so let's put it aside. After the battle was resolved, Eric landed back first to look for the figure of Death Knell, but he was nowhere to be found.

Eric rose to a high altitude and looked down along the block for two rounds, but still found nothing. If he stayed, the Russian army might come and get in, and he had to retreat temporarily.

But where did Death Knell go? With his injury, it shouldn't be able to recover so quickly, so he can't go very far.

Unless...he has other helpers?

Part of Eric's guess is right. Deathknell did get help from someone, but that was not the "helper" he expected.

When the death knell opened his eyelids, what caught his eye was the dim light from the broken window with spider webs hanging. The air was filled with heavy dust and the smell of blood - of course, it was his own.

In addition to a bunch of messy internal injuries and fractures, Death Knell felt that his head might be missing from the explosion of the stray bullet just now. But if it was just like this, it would be no big deal. Anyway, he had encountered worse situations, and his powerful self-healing factor would solve everything.

Compared to this, he was more concerned about what happened before he fell into a coma.

"Yo." Death Knell turned his head and saw a guy wrapped in a tight red leather jacket with black circles on his face mask leaning lazily on the sofa on one side, tilting his feet on the armrest of the sofa, and pretending to be very unimpressive.

"Wade?"

"It's so flattering to remember our names. Ha, since I was cheated by you that day, I have been worried that you will forget us every day."

Death Knell frowned slightly.

He used "we" to call himself, which was his personal quirk, and it sounded like he was not wrong. But how could this be possible? He should have been dead.

The guy's name is Wade Wilson, with the international code name "Deadpool". Like Death Knives, he is a mercenary, and he might even be named "the world's number one mercenary". The reason why the industry gave this glorious title to Death Knives was mainly because Death Poole's famous flaw - his extremely weird personality and too many words, which forced employers to give a considerable discount when considering it.

But just in terms of task efficiency and personal ability, it is said that he is not inferior to Death Knell.

But in fact, these two top mercenaries have not met in the past few years. Their first meeting was nearly a month ago. And for both of them, it was not a pleasant memory.

A month ago.

It was a task that could be a bit difficult for ordinary mercenaries. The target was named Jenriford Bird, a former German scientist engineer and now a weapon dealer. He traveled around Europe on a private plane, which contained a bunch of real weapons and military reserves. His clients would help him pay the tariffs for each stop.

On the special trip that caused the concern of Death Knell's employer, there seemed to be information that Bird would sell nuclear weapons secrets to Iranians. This information caused quite a stir at the time. The customer paid Death Knell to stop Bird's actions, killed him and brought back a briefcase with confidentiality. Given political considerations and troublesome procedures, the task requirement was to not take the risk of starting on the ground.

For Death Knives, this may not be a very difficult task in his mercenary career, but his employer didn't think so. Obviously, because the employer felt that this task was too important, he was not very relieved, so he paid a lot of money to invite Death Poole, a mercenary who was as famous as Death Knives, to cooperate with them to complete the task side by side.

Maybe the client's starting point is good. But for Death Knell, it's simply a nightmare.

From the time they boarded the plane and took off, Deadpool stopped his mouth for a second. His mouth was like a machine gun that opened the infinite secrets of bullets, and it was endless. It would be fine if it was just like this, but he could always come up with some weird jokes. There were several times when Death Knell almost couldn't help but want to draw his sword and chop off his mouth, but in the end he still suppressed it.

According to the plan, when they chased Zhan Ruifu Bird's private plane, the cabin door opened at a height of 10,000 meters. Death Knell put on his equipment, put on his two-color mask, held the long sword in both hands and jumped down from the cabin, landing on the top of the private plane below, stabbing the blade into the metal shell and fixing the body.

"Yeah! I've wanted to try it like this for a long time!"

The one who jumped down while screaming was undoubtedly Deadpool. He jumped to the top of the plane with a movement like death knell, stabbed the plane with his sword and fixed it, screaming excitedly like a kid playing bungee jumping.

Death Knell glanced at him in disgust, but at the same time he was surprised that this inappropriate guy could jump down at this height without wearing any protective gear including an oxygen hood. It seemed that this guy's name was not blown out.

Thinking in his mind, Death Knell's hand movements did not stop for a moment. He reached out and grabbed the airplane's cabin door, pulled it down with force, and threw it away like a ball of waste paper, and was thrown behind with the strong wind.

"Awesome! It's explosive!" Deadpool exclaimed loudly without hesitation, "To be honest, man, how do you exercise normally? Do you practice aerobics every day or something?"

Death Knell still chose to ignore him, and the two of them jumped into the cabin one after another. The bodyguards in black jumped up and rushed towards the two of them. Unfortunately, in front of the two top mercenaries in the world, these people were really not even worthy of appetizer. In less than two minutes, they lay all over the cabin, and the cabin floor was painted blood red.

"If I were you, I would take the opportunity to beg for mercy." When Death Bell took the box with confidential content step by step and began to install the C4 bomb, Deadpool grabbed the poor Mr. Bird like an idle person. "Tell you a secret, don't look like this guy is now a vicious person. In fact, if you plead, he might consider letting you go."

Death Knell was ready to wear, glanced at him, lifted the briefcase of the mission target, inserted the sword back into the scabbard, and began to walk out of the cabin.

"Sorry, my friend seems to be done." Deadpool patted Mr. Bird's shoulder, who was tied up and stuck to his mouth, looking at him with a begging look.

"Believe me, I don't want to leave you here to die, but... well... this is not a personal grudge, it's just a mission, you know." Deadpool said, paused, turned to the death knell, who was about to jump off the plane, and asked, "Wait, man, how long does your bomb explode last?"

Death Killer glanced at him sideways.

"Now."

"Uh?" Deadpool scratched his head, "You must be kidding, right?"

"No." Death Knell said lightly, flew down from the cabin, and added before leaving, "This is a personal grudge."

The next second, the flames burst out of C4 instantly swallowed the entire cabin, and the powerful force dismantled the fuselage into pieces. The poor Deadpool was thrown on the plane by him, and was engulfed by the fuselage with the fuselage.
Chapter completed!