Chapter 3: I Am a Miracle

The young man who was ignored by Jack looked at him talking to himself on the bed with a speechless face: "Sir, are you okay? I mean, your head."

The man stood up while holding on to the wet and dirty wall, picked up a cockroach that was constantly curling up on the back of his hand, and threw it aside. "I know you also want to get out of here... I also want to get out of here. We can rescue everyone here and leave together. Of course, the premise is to kill both Francis and the Dust Angel. This is the safest way."

"Get rid of those two bastards first and get back to your last sentence! Since you asked, start answering now!" Jack, who was lying down, suddenly sat up straight and pointed to the young man on his right.

"A bathtub is filled with water, and there is a spoon and a pot next to it. Please answer the fastest way to get all the water out in one second! One! Time!"

"Pot!" The young man was intrigued by Jack's words, having been trapped here for several years without such an interesting conversation.

"Pop!" Jack jumped up and slapped the young man on the forehead, "Wrong! The answer is to just unplug the bathtub! You fool! Never doubt my intelligence! My head is fine!"

The man stopped talking, and after a moment, he sat down on the bedside with Jack again, contemplating life.

"By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is yet?" the man broke the silence.

"Wade, Wade Miracle Wilson. You can also call me Deadpool. This is my name from now on. You know, although the timeline is different, I believe that my future will still be Deadpool. After all, he is super handsome, loved by everyone."

"Okay, Mr. Wade," the young man looked at Jack blankly.

"If I have a split personality, it must be as crazy as Einstein, as smart as Hawking, and as old... Forget it, times have changed."

Jack said that at the end, there was an uncontrollable loss in his voice.

"Thank you, although I don't know what you're talking about. So you decided to join me?" The young man's face was filled with irrepressible joy.

"Right."

"Then what are your abilities? I mean, except for your fighting skills and powers."

"That's not enough? Then if I say my face can scare people to death, do you believe it?"

"Real or fake?"

"You try? Hey, don't touch my rear."

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**The Next Morning**

Of course, this "morning" is just a subjective assumption, as there are no clocks and no concept of time here. It is dark from morning to night. Time and everything else is judged by feelings.

As before, Jack was pushed out on a bed cart tied to his hands and feet after being shocked to the ground by two guards using electric batons.

Halfway through, he saw a familiar face in the small window of a ward. The person blinked his right eye at Jack in the ward, which was equivalent to a signal.

It was the young man who came to his room yesterday who was in that ward.

Only then did Jack realize an important question: What is the name of this fool who wants to use a basin to scoop out all the water in the bathtub?

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According to the plan from "last night," Ajax will only experiment and abuse one experimental subject at a time, so this gives young people the opportunity to take action.

Tied to the hospital bed, Jack looked at the changing ceiling and a few minutes later arrived at the familiar room, where he was injected with strange liquids by the nurse yesterday.

The small, narrow, dark room, and the familiar smell of blood, if it weren't for a slightly dim light here, Jack would even have thought he had returned to death row a hundred years ago.

"Meet again, did you sleep well last night?" Francis walked slowly with the hypocritical smile he usually had on his face, and the Dust Angel followed him slowly.

"Well, if you could do a strip pole dance for me, I might sleep better, of course, with a bikini, or I wouldn't be able to get up," Jack said.

The Dust Angel standing behind Francis was instantly angry, waving his fists to clear up the traces, but was stopped by Francis: "Let him talk, he can only use his tongue now... Today is the last experiment. If it fails, send him to the incinerator."

"Wait, what are you going to do? Don't touch my rear with your hand! There it is... Oh, okay, you touched my waist... Wait! Don't keep your hands down! Hey, please respect me a little! Oh my gosh, that's not hemorrhoids, that's mine..."

While Jack was wailing in the house, the young man outside the house had already used a short dagger to take out a guard outside the room.

As agreed last night, it was time for him to take action.

He wiped the blood from the blade with his sleeves, penetrated straight into the wall, and walked into the small room where Jack and the others were.

"?!"

Francis was the first to react, and a bright silver light from the next sip shot straight at Francis's face.

The Dust Angel on the side reacted immediately and stopped talking. She took a leap forward, and her right fist, which was as big as a casserole, hit the young man in the back of the head!

"!"

The Dust Angel's fist was empty, and her fist actually passed directly through the young man's body! This young man is like a ghost at this moment, his body has become translucent!

"Wow! What a handsome superpower! I don't know if you can see the land father-in-law! If you see it, you must ask me for his signature!"

"?" Francis looked at Jack with a confused look on his face. This guy would always spit out some words that humans couldn't understand.

"Swish!"

The gloomy dagger suddenly struck the distracted Francis's chest, and instantly blood stained his white coat red!

The young man saw it and stabbed Francis in the face with the second knife!

"Pop!" Knowing that the young man could not be injured, Francis slammed his hands and slapped the dagger in the young man's hand.

The young man's physical fitness and various aspects have declined due to years of malnutrition, which has led to his extremely poor response. This is one of the reasons why he fled in a team with Jack.

"Bastard!" The fist of the Dust Angel rushed towards the young man again, and as a result, it penetrated the young man's body again, smashing a fist pit straight into the ground, and the gravel splashed all over the sky.

"Alarm right away, block all exits! Gather the guards in Area 7!" Francis took out an intercom in his pocket and said.

At this time, the young man quickly attacked Francis, "I am enough to kill you alone!"

When Francis and the Dust Angel were attracted to the young man's attention, Jack's right arm violently tore off the belt that bound him.

He looked at his arms in disbelief, and his strength was greatly improved!

This feels so good!

"Hom!"

The fist of the Dust Angel hit the young man again, but it was empty again. At this moment, she was like a big dinosaur without a brain. Her little claws could not hit the human mouth and she kept shouting.

Francis had already given up the attack, and now his guarantee was that he would not be injured and leave here at the same time, minimizing his own losses.

Just as the three of them were fighting, a pair of scarred hands silently picked up an expired fire extinguisher covered with dust in the corner, as well as a dagger that had been beaten away by Francis from the young man.

"Hey, stinky girls," the Dust Angel heard the voice behind her, turned around subconsciously, and the next second her face was slammed at the bottom of the fire extinguisher. Her nose clicked and broke. Blood began to rush outward as if it didn't cost money.

The intense pain caused her to subconsciously kneel to the ground, hug her face, and start roaring.

"!!" Francis also looked surprised when he saw Jack escaping. He looked at the bed that bound Jack.

Those belts were all broken! This guy also woke up and became a mutant?!

Francis saw Jack and slowly stepped back.

"You go out and save the others, fast, leave this to me," Jack stopped next to the young man. The young man hesitated for a moment and turned to leave. He also knew that he could not help much.

"Do you think there's any use getting out of here when you look like this now? Can you still survive in this world?" Francis still had that joking smile on his face, "No one would hire an ugly guy."

"But I think I'm still handsome!" Jack said and strode towards Francis. He waved the fire extinguisher and hit him straight in the face.

Before the fire extinguisher hit Francis, Jack's face was slammed! Like a broken kite, he flew diagonally towards a wall and was embedded in it.

The Dust Angel wiped the blood on her face, and she was furious at this moment! It was the first time in her life that she suffered such a serious injury.

"Pfft," Jack spat out the bloody teeth in his mouth and stood up again holding on to the wall. His chin seemed to be dislocated.

"Ka"

Jack endured the pain and put his chin back. He tried to open his mouth, but there was no problem.

He threw away the fire extinguisher and held the dagger tightly in his hand.

"We are helping you, not harming you," Francis glanced at the dagger in Jack's hand with some vigilance, and then at Jack. The smile on his face completely disappeared at this time. He knew Jack's background very well; mercenaries are not easy to mess with. He can only temporarily stall Jack with his words now, waiting for the security team to arrive.

"We are letting you..."

Before he finished speaking, a huge fist slammed into Francis's face, and the next moment a sharp dagger swept across the Dust Angel.

This time Jack moved so fast that he didn't even think of it, that the two of them didn't even have a chance to react.

"Bang!"

After being punched, Francis hit the wall behind him hard by the force, then slid and sat on the ground, and a stream of blood appeared from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, the Dust Angel was still standing in the position just now, motionless, as if frozen.

"Hey, Dust Angel... Hands on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the head of the Dust Angel rolled down to the ground with a thud.

"One kill is achieved, who should be killed next? Oh, what a coincidence, there are only two people left in this room~ So next is me or you? What about you, Francis?"

Jack carried the dagger that kept dripping blood and slowly approached Francis...