Marvel, who rescued him? !

Chapter 239 Acting

Looking at the sculpture of Kongsu in his hand, Taylor raised an evil smile on his lips and his eyes were full of contempt.

Kongsu, the moon god?

That's it?

The blood flowing from his forehead dyed Taylor's face scarlet red, and his expression and eyes were particularly similar to the resurrected clown behind him.

Some eerie and high-pitched voice came from Taylor's throat.

"The fear of a god... tastes really different..."

He carelessly threw Kongsu's sculpture aside into the lava. Taylor dragged his body covered with scars and fell to the ground.

This time, the moon god Kongsu is particularly powerful, but sorry~ he is still slightly inferior.

Flames shot up from the lava, igniting Taylor's clothes.

He quietly felt himself being enveloped by the warm flames, his whole will became drowsy, and he slowly fell into a comfortable sleep.

This world is full of fights, chaos and wars. Should we get up and participate, or should we enjoy the beauty of this moment?

Taylor turned over lazily. Although his body felt the pain of being in hell, his soul felt particularly comfortable and peaceful.

"Ha! Boss~ now is not the time to sleep."

Deadpool's voice suddenly came from beside him. This damn guy's tone was still mean. He was wearing bright red clothes and jumped to Taylor's side.

Taylor opened his blurred eyes impatiently and saw Deadpool lying next to him with his hands behind his head and his legs crossed.

The world above our heads was still a scene of doomsday, with strange black winds streaking across the sky, and waves of fire rushing over the crater from time to time.

Deadpool shook his head to let himself be roasted more evenly. He looked at the flames ignited on his body, smelled the fragrance of barbecue, and said with saliva at the corner of his mouth:

"Boss, two shells will not land in the same crater, but we really should leave, Zi Liu~ Now that there is no Kong Su, no one can stop us from leaving. Boss~ You don't want to be here. Let’s take a shot at the end of the world, right?

oh! Canada! Yes, it must be very refreshing to have a haircut in the apocalypse! Boss, let's get started! "

As he spoke, Deadpool raised his eyebrows, sat up and began to take off his clothes.

Ignoring Deadpool completely, Taylor raised the corners of his mouth slightly and stared at the sky above him that seemed to be torn apart and the completely shattered moon. This doomsday disaster made Taylor a little fascinated. He said in a sharp and dry voice:

"It's beautiful, isn't it? If we see this scene in our world... many people will be excited... and go crazy, right?"

"Beautiful?" Deadpool, who was tearing off his shirt, looked confused.

He scratched his head and looked at the sky. This was a world in ruins, surrounded only by blood dust, exploding meteorites, and hot magma that burned his buttocks.

Where is the beauty? Always……

He really can't appreciate this kind of beauty. Of course, if there are some wailing undead around, believers dancing stripteases to pray to the gods, naked men burning cows as sacrifices, and goddesses wearing clown makeup, that kind of scene It’s interesting just thinking about it.

Blinking his eyes, he raised his finger and pointed at a huge meteorite passing through the dust in the sky. He turned to Taylor with some hesitation and asked:

"Boss, look at that meteorite. Is it coming towards us in a flash?"

The meteorite seemed to have a golden halo, like a city falling from the sky, and it was getting closer and closer to the two of them.

"That's right~" Taylor, with indifferent eyes, agreed with Deadpool's view. Taylor, who lay in the magma and recovered for a moment, stood up and said:

"Wade, we really need to go."

thump—

At the last moment, a huge meteorite crashed into the hole created by Taylor and Kongsu, followed by a strong explosion.

In an instant, everything disappeared without a trace.

Taylor, with only his upper body charred, appeared in Umbrella's base. Then, Deadpool scratched his head and sent Taylor to S.H.I.E.L.D.

……

Steve hung up the phone, and Stark beside him reached out and rubbed his brow.

Another Taylor? Did Taylor from a parallel universe come to this world? And got involved with Loki?

So the Taylor I just met is not the Taylor of this world?

this is a problem……

Having encountered several parallel universe events, especially the fact that the Hydra captain was standing next to them with his hands on his hips, Stark immediately suspected after receiving the news that this was another parallel universe event.

After all, if you’ve seen this kind of thing so much, it’s no longer strange.

Now all they need to do is hurry back to SHIELD and ask Tyler in their world what happened.

Of course it's entirely possible that Taylor doesn't know anything.

Just as Stark was about to take a break and soothe his tense spirit, the magnetic mechanical sound of Jarvis sounded in his ears.

Jarvis said calmly:

"Mr. Stark, your idea is still too optimistic. I think you should take a look at this first... When you were fighting Tyler, Mr. Clown, he was killed..."

What! The clown is dead? !

After learning the news, Stark's pupils suddenly shrank. Although so many major events had happened during this period, Stark had never forgotten the madman.

Especially since he received an evaluation of the clown from an artificial psychotherapist every month, he felt more and more that the clown was completely crazy.

This is a madman who only has chaos and death in his heart and doesn't care about anything else.

The clown is dead? Stark should have breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he had been worried that the Joker would be like in the comics, running out of SHIELD's asylum from time to time and bringing a series of small surprises to the world.

But now, listening to Jarvis's statement, Stark couldn't help but frown. Although he was not Gordon, his heart skipped a beat.

A surveillance video unfolds in front of Stark.

The scene in the video flashed, and Taylor, holding two knives in his hands and with scars on his chest, quietly appeared in the clown's ward.

Just a look at the Joker made Stark immediately understand that this was even more different from the Taylor they knew.

"Damn it!" Stark cursed in a low voice, biting his back teeth. He felt that a scene he didn't want to see was about to happen soon.

The incident soon turned out to be as he imagined. Taylor's expression changed, he smiled, waved his swords gracefully and said:

"I have to tell you, I'm here to kill you..."

This was completely a conversation between two madmen. Not long after, Taylor threw the other side of the katana to the clown. Holding the other side of the katana in his hand, he looked at the clown and said casually:

"How about...you resist? I am a law-abiding citizen. If you don't resist...I can't do anything~"

The clown who got the katana didn't hesitate at all. He clenched the katana tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was climbing crazily on every corner of his face. He rushed towards Taylor with a grin, and was not surprised. He was so shocked that he fell to the ground.

Looking at the twitching clown lying on the ground, Taylor was mumbling something to himself. The expression and demeanor on his face changed rapidly, and he turned his head to look at the empty side from time to time.

After discussing it with himself, Taylor convinced himself.

With a serious look on his face, he raised his hand and handed the katana from his left hand to his right hand, shook his head and said melancholy:

"I have worked very hard, but I found that I am basically a good person. Hey - I simply can't do such a cruel thing..."

Taylor talking to himself made Stark feel strange and terrifying, as if he saw another madman, speaking crazy words in an unknown language from time to time that no one could understand.

In the end, Taylor stood up straight with a smile on his face, holding a knife in both hands. He didn't look like Taylor, but Stark saw the shadow of Deadpool in him.

What the hell is going on here? !

puff-

The tip of the knife penetrated the clown's heart, and the blood spurted out stained Taylor's hands red.

Taylor lowered his head slightly and looked at the struggling clown, twisting the handle of the knife with both hands, and the clown's faint scream could be heard vaguely in the room.

Taylor's expression changed again. Covered in blood, his face changed from enjoyment to carelessness again. He calmly pulled out the sharp samurai sword on the corpse and drew a sword.

He lowered his head slightly, hiding his entire face in the darkness.

The clown's blood slid down his face, and the smelly blood seemed to put a mask on Taylor.

Throwing away the katana, Taylor once again talked to himself like a madman, murmuring in a way that no one else could understand.

I don't know how long it took, but Taylor raised his hand and patted his shoulder, with a calm and gentle look in his eyes.

After licking the clown's blood on his finger, Taylor raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said in a low and magnetic tone:

"It tastes like everyone else's, with a rusty smell... Hmm~ They say the clown has crazy blood in his body. Is this true?"

"Maybe..." Taylor replied.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow outfts these theses on the clown's clothes.

"Boss~ It's just a lie~ We are really crazy if we believe Snake Tiff! And now, look at Snake Tiff who has licked the blood of madness, isn't he quite normal~?"

This is a one-man show. Taylor stayed in a cell with a clown killed by his own hands, playing three different people endlessly.

With a look of nostalgia on his face, Taylor knelt down and rubbed the blood on his palms onto the clown's clothes. Then he sighed sadly and looked at the evil and happy smile on the clown's face and his wide-open eyes.

Taylor gently stretched out his hand and lifted the clown's body.