Chapter 1043

Maybe a shotgun is enough to face a polar bear or other wild animals here, but Santa Claus is almost instantly held in the head by four guns when he goes out.

Su Ming, who holds a gun in four hands with standard posture, is naturally the fastest.

Although I don't know what the specific situation is, it's not wrong to have the advantage and the right to speak first.

Like the black dynamic group, Wade is naturally the one who holds the gun in his hands. Although he is not as good as his cousin, he has no reason to miss the target so close.

Ordinary people have a fear of guns, while the ordinary people will also see which side has more guns and which side has fewer guns.

Guns are of little use to superheroes, but they leave an image of violence in people's hearts over the years. They are synonymous with threats.

Even if you can blow someone's head with one punch, it's better to put your fist on someone's head than a small caliber pistol.

Wade twisted his head to the place where there was no one, and said very seriously: "audience friends, at this moment, our gun muzzle is only one centimeter away from the old man's head. But I know that the next second, this Santa Claus will fall in love with me, and he will say three words to me, geese love you. If we have to add a time limit to this love, I think it will last until Before I shoot. "

Clang, this is the sound of Santa's shotgun landing. When he saw the death attendant and the death knell, he seemed to lose his strength. He did say three words, but it was not what the death attendant thought.

"Kill me!"

That's what Santa says, and he's going to grab Sumin and Wade's guns and try to pull the trigger for them.

Wade opened the distance with a series of small jumps. He put away his gun and sighed. He still communicated with the nonexistent audience: "I guessed the beginning correctly, but I didn't know the end. My sweetheart would wear a bikini and step on..."

"bang!"

Hanging quickly picked up the shotgun on the ground and blew the valet out, while Su Ming himself used a catch to counter Santa Claus and pushed him into the house.

Peter took a sympathetic look at the valet in the snow. The broken neck must be fatal, but not to the valet.

I have to say that guns are also a good way to stop Wade's nonsense, so this sympathy is very limited. Peter is a little gloating, and steps a little cheerfully into the house with the funeral bell.

It was so warm in the room that Peter closed the door behind him. He always had a good habit of closing the door.

Put Santa back on his sofa again, and Su Ming also put away his gun, because he knew Santa's ability in advance, he had a plan.

As a God and mutant, Santa Claus has some very strange abilities, such as being able to instantly move into any chimney of the earth, such as being able to talk to reindeer, making cane candy by hand, and so on.

But now Santa Claus's state, he just doesn't want to live, and Su Ming has also judged that he is drinking alcohol. Now the alcohol concentration in his blood should be above 2.0, which means walking is shaking.

"Tell me, old man, how did you succeed in slimming down, and why do you seek survival?" Su Ming picked up a bottle and smelled it. It was a poor fennel wine, which was not even drunk by the watchdogs in his own winery.

"Did you lose weight too much? Cheated by the personal trainer? " Peter's brain was wide open. He couldn't find a place to sit. He just sat on the floor.

"I'm damned. I'll destroy the world. Kill me. I'm a useless man." Santa Claus cried to them. He cried twice. Seeing the death knell, there was no response. He immediately locked the "crying target" on Spiderman.

"Take your time. Don't worry. I'll help you." Peter was the most enthusiastic and immediately promised to help.

"My Christmas gift factory has been occupied by people. I can't even afford to eat. My wife ran away. Rudolph also ran away. Today is Christmas after 0:00. I don't have any presents. I'm a sinner."

Rudolph is the red nosed reindeer that serves as a sled headlamp.

Santa Claus told Peter very clearly what he was facing, and then he blinked at him.

"But you have wine. You have money." Peter pointed to the empty bottle and came into the room. He also smelled the wine.

"You don't have enough to drink, Rudolph. You can't imagine how much their feed costs a year." Santa broke the subject.

Peter thought about it for a while. He heard iron man say how much it costs to raise a pony every year, and reindeer should cost more.

Before he could say anything more to Santa Claus, the valet with his head under his arm pushed the door in. He held his head like a headless knight and sat on Santa's lap naturally.

"You're lucky this time. The best mercenary in the world is here. I'll make a deal with you."

“？？？”

Santa Claus looked at the dead man's head and looked at the death knell walking around the room with his arms in his arms.

As we all know, it's the death knell habit to talk about terms. Why has it changed today that the death guards only accept US dollars?"There were some kids who hired me to kill you, and they paid 50000 dollars, but I think you are a good person, so you add 10000 and I will kill them for you." The valet put his head back, but because the wound was not healed, he needed to hold it with his hand.

This time, by the way, Santa's face softened a little.

"Hello Peter hit the valet. It's too dark. How can you kill a child?

"Well, don't kill them." Wade waved, but quietly handed Santa a card and whispered, "call later."

"I won't hurt the children. Kill me, and I don't want to live." Santa closed his eyes, perhaps because he had drunk too much, or because the valet had jumped into his arms just now, so he vomited all over him.

The valet stood up very calmly and took off his clothes in a moment, and continued to solicit customers: "don't talk about it. If I help you recover your factory, wife, reindeer, can you satisfy my wish?"

"Of course." Santa Claus nodded his head very positively.

Wade pulled a new uniform out of the blackened strawberry pants and put it on. Then he took paper and pen from his uniform pocket to draw up the contract. Although his words were ugly as chicken feet, the details of the contract were not vague.

After all, he has been a mercenary for so many years.

After finishing, he handed the contract to Santa, then rubbed his hands and waited for the other party to sign.

However, after seeing that the death attendant's wish is to let Santa kill him, the old man put down the contract in despair and shook his head: "I'm sorry, I can't realize your wish, or you can make a wish for world peace?"

"Can you make world peace?" Peter opened his glasses. Is that God?

Santa Claus shook his head again. "I can't do it. I can't do any of these conditions."

The valet sighed, drew out his pistol and prepared to kill Santa Claus: "then what's the use of this trash? I'll choose 50000 dollars."

"Kill me, after the world's children will not have Christmas, they will know that I died in your hands, Congratulations, you are going to be famous." Santa's neck is blocked and he puts his head on the muzzle of the gun.

Wade froze for a moment, then gasped violently: "I hate being threatened. Do you think I dare not shoot? Do people care about my bird business at Christmas? "

"You shoot, bullshit. If you don't dare to shoot, it's stinky shit!" Santa is drunk, not afraid of death.

"I'll kill you!" The valet broke the pistol insurance.

"Hit, hit this. If you don't shoot, you're just as useless as me." Santa Claus has seen Wade won't shoot. He bangs his head into the muzzle of the gun, leaving a red circle in the middle of his eyebrow.

Seeing the more and more noise, the death knell nearby was still appreciating the antique furnishings in the house. Peter could only intervene by himself. He shot out spider silk, entangled Wade's pistol and seized it.

"Wade, let's help him. Think about the children of the world." He began to persuade the valet to volunteer.

The valet was not moved at all. He pulled out another gun: "you still don't understand. I have known that Santa Claus doesn't exist since I lived in the orphanage when I was four years old. Now what we are talking to is just a manifestation of the cosmic imagination. You don't know what kind of existence exists behind him. He can do the trade terms I proposed."

"If he is really so strong, he can get back everything he lost. Have you ever thought about that? Now that he has fallen into this field, he is not omnipotent. "

Peter immediately took the valet's gun and pointed out the problem.

"That makes sense... Well, I won't kill him, but I will never work in vain. Mercenaries must get something." Wade thought for a moment, stood up and moved his neck. "Do you mean, cousin? Mercenaries cannot be paid in arrears. "

"Mm-hmm."

Su Ming was playing with a strange statue near the fireplace, and his question to wade was just a joke.

The statue in his hand is a familiar image of the ancient god. A winged monster with the head of a Zhang fish squats on the base of the cube with closed eyes. The base is also engraved with some unknown words.

He's interested in this. It's probably the most valuable thing for Santa Claus.

No wonder Santa seems a little crazy. Maybe it's this little thing.

She wrote down the patterns and words on it, and Su Ming quietly put the statue back to its original place. Perhaps the secret guest can understand this information. As the Lord of the border of hell, she really needs to be strengthened.

Holding a hell plane in one's hand is the key for the death knell to deter other hell Lords.

No matter whether the territory is directly or indirectly in the hands of Su Ming, it is possible to launch a hell plane annexation war and completely eliminate a demon king only if the territory has the attribute of hell.

Su Ming is not comparable with Gu Yi in terms of magic. She can't frighten those restless guys with her strength, so she has to use layout to gain advantage.To be specific, it is to attract secret guests and let the two supreme mages join hands.

Up to 1955, although there was no rapid development on the surface of the earth at 40K, in fact, its defense capability against different dimensions, other planes and even parallel worlds was even higher than that of Gu Yi when he was in office.

While Su Ming is checking other things, the Deacon and Spiderman have almost the same muzzle. Wade just has a hard mouth. He can't let the children all over the world have no Christmas presents in the future.

But don't think it's the conscience or humanity of the valet, but because of another point.

In the view of the deacon, if there is a scene of killing children or Santa Claus in the movie, it should be rated R-18 or above. But what he wants is to strive for PG-13 rating, which is related to the number of audience groups and popularity.

"Well, if you're willing to give me free mint for life, we're done."

Wade tentatively reaches out to Santa.

The old man took his hand and shook it up and down with a smile, as if he were afraid of Wade's repentance.

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