Chapter 2334: Cat Getan Music Festival (82)

Schiller knew that it wasn't Batman, because it was obvious that this Batman suit was just a bodysuit with two pointed ears added to the hood. Perhaps it was because he didn't want to infringe, the logo on the Batman belt wasn't a bat, but a beauty lying horizontally.

Perhaps it was because he didn't want to expose the flaws of his skin, the hood Deadpool wore didn't expose his chin, and he also wore gloves. Apart from a little range around the eye sockets, his skin was almost completely invisible.

Because this Batman hood wasn't custom-made, it looked like a peripheral product of the Batman fan group, so the eye sockets weren't very fit either. The little skin exposed was all in the shadow.

Deadpool's dance was actually not bad. Of course, in terms of basic skills, he didn't have any softness, but this kind of pole dance was all about lack of dance skills, and the sexiness made up for it. Deadpool twisted so enchantingly that it was hard not to believe that apart from Deathstroke pointing a gun at his head, he himself was quite willing to do so. He couldn't twist out this feeling with even 0.01 less subjective initiative.

Schiller exited the video interface and slid to the second comment and discovered that this video actually had a follow-up, and the popularity of this follow-up video was crazily growing. Schiller refreshed the webpage and discovered that the number of comments had increased by more than 2000.

Clicking on the comments, Schiller had a bad premonition, because the video that was purely dancing at the beginning, the vast majority of people were teasing below, and most of them were one or two sentences, and the comments were very short, and sliding down was also very fast.

But the comment area of the second video was all long essays, the kind of length that Bruce would have to write for two months at the minimum. Dragging the mouse to the bottom hadn't slid past one person's comment.

The internet social habits in Europe and America were a bit strange. They liked to use their real photos as avatars very much. In this era when the internet had just begun to flourish, the forums were almost all real avatars.

And now these comment areas were all black when looking at them. The commenting users were almost all black.

Schiller clicked on the video with a bad premonition. Very unfortunately, Deadpool Batman had just twisted halfway, and with a bang, the window glass on his right side shattered, and a group of people rushed in.

Deadpool was obviously stunned, and the cameraman also cursed. Just from this short sentence, Schiller heard that it was indeed Deathstroke. This was the way Deathstroke retaliated against Batman.

But this scene in front of him exceeded his expectations, because the people who rushed in were not miscellaneous fish at all, but a group of well-trained agents.

Deathstroke realized something was wrong on the spot, because the posture of this group of people breaking the window and landing was too professional. Ordinary people felt that breaking the window and flying in was very handsome, but if they hadn't received professional training, the best result was to be covered in glass shards.

This group of people jumped in with their backs, had an obvious upward movement, the landing point was in front of the broken glass shards, and they landed on their backs with the largest area, and after landing, they rolled fiercely, avoiding falling on the broken glass and bleeding from the head to the greatest extent.

They were obviously hit in, which means the whole action was reacted to and completed in the air. This was not difficult for Deathstroke, but he was the king of killers who had experienced many battles. Among ordinary people, there was no one who had this reaction ability and skill.

Deathstroke immediately clenched his weapons, turned around and retreated a few steps, crouched in the corner, staring dead at the people who rushed in. He had already recognized that it was that group of blue-skinned dogs from the FBI again.

Deadpool was dancing happily. He didn't see people coming in at all. Even if he saw them, it was impossible for him to analyze them like Deathstroke. He thought these were ordinary police, so he twisted his butt, deliberately made a shy gesture and said.

"Hey, don't shoot, I am Batman. Although I couldn't expose my sexy chin, you should be able to see, my even sexier abs..."

The agents didn't even pay attention, didn't even look at him, flexibly passed through the obstacles in the bar, and ran toward another window.

"Hey, buddy, can't you see I am Batman! You are finished!" Deadpool jumped to the side, shouted at the group of agents, "You have to believe me, not exposing the chin is not wanting you to see my skin, I..."

At this time, the people chasing the group of agents also appeared. No wonder this group of elite agents was chased so miserably. Behind them followed a batch of magicians and a group of mercenaries and killers.

This group of agents escaped from the hands of Soviet magicians. Naturally, they felt that this place was not a place to stay for long, and they knew that they couldn't stop Oliver from returning to Moscow, so they had to notify their superiors quickly.

Their contact point was built on Black Island, because it was far from Cat Getan's land, and it was mixed with fish and dragons, which could be considered a relatively good breakthrough point. After chasing Oliver to here, they had been living here for a long time.

But as soon as they came back, they caught up with the shocking chaos since Black Island was built. Magicians and mercenaries and killers fought into a group.

Magicians and mercenaries and killers fought into a group.

The agents and mercenaries and killers fought into a group.

The agents and mercenaries and killers fought into a group.

The agents and mercenaries and killers fought into a group.

The agents and mercenaries and killers fought into a group.

The agents and mercenaries and killers fought into a group.

The agents and mercenaries and killers fought into a group.

The agents and mercenaries and killers fought into a group.

Black Island wasn't big, and the place where they fought was in the center of the commercial district. In order to strictly execute his retaliation plan, Deathstroke chose a certain bar on Black Island that he was more familiar with, and let Deadpool disguise as Batman.

You know, the Batman of this world goes online with his real name. Almost everyone knows he is Bruce Wei En. It's just that Batman dancing on a pole might just make people smile, but if it's Bruce Wei En who is down, it's hard not to make people suspect whether he has any special hobbies.

This couldn't be said to be a blow to Bruce's reputation. It was purely to disgust him.

Deathstroke's plan was good, but after the agents rushed in, everything was in chaos. The bar was in a group.

Deadpool moved around in the narrow bar, crazily saying garbage talk.

Deadpool really lived up to his nickname. This mouth was really cheap. He outputted everyone in the bar in just a few dozen seconds.

These agents were already holding a belly of fire. At this time, Deadpool was adding fuel to the fire. The agents didn't run anymore, directly rushed over and wanted to fight Deadpool hand-to-hand.

Deadpool was not easy to deal with either. He jumped over the bar counter with a few rolls and flexible movements, and really no one could do anything to him.

As a result, just when he was proudly picking up a wine glass and pretending to appreciate it, his ankle was pulled.

Deadpool had never worn a uniform with a cape, and couldn't adapt to the tail he dragged behind him at all. A agent who was beaten to the ground by Deathstroke grabbed Deadpool's cape. Deadpool was pulled off balance by the weight, swayed two steps toward the agent, and was grabbed by the ankle and pulled down.

Deadpool fell to the ground with a bang. He just wanted to climb up, and a flying knife flew past his scalp. Deadpool had to roll on the spot, kicked the agent away, and just as he got up, two more flying knives cut his upper arm.

The angles of these two flying knives were crossed, just cutting a V-shape on the upper arm, accompanied by the shedding of the bodysuit outside, revealing the black inside. He also wore another layer of uniform under the Batman uniform, seemingly for the striptease later.

Deadpool seemed to have no feeling of pain at all, struggled to break free, climbed up miserably, and ran toward Deathstroke, but an agent who had already rolled to the corner had already set up a posture.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang, a series of gunshots represented the M9 standard pistol emptying the magazine. The Batman disguised by Deadpool fell in the darkness.

The video ended here.

Schiller knew very well that Deadpool was fine. Ordinary pistol bullets from more than 20 meters away were not enough to cause any fatal damage to him. Even if he was hit by 15 shots within ten seconds, Deadpool's own self-healing ability was enough to carry it down.

The most controversial point of this video was that after the Batman uniform was cut open, what was revealed inside was black.

Deadpool's uniform was black and red, and the vast majority of places were red, but only the shoulders and eye masks were completely black. And the place cut open happened to be the shoulder.

The bar was dimly lit, and it couldn't be seen very clearly. The vast majority of people couldn't think that there would be a neurotic wearing another layer of uniform inside a layer of uniform. Of course, they would think that the black revealed was his skin.

And when Deadpool spoke before, he specifically mentioned skin, because Deadpool was not from this universe and had no reputation in this universe. No one knew that he was actually referring to the scars on his skin, and thought he was referring to skin color.

This completely exploded.

The topic of FBI agents emptying magazines at black Batman fans leading to their death was soon placed on the front page headlines of major websites, followed by traditional print media.

Just like this, the George Floyd "I can't breathe" incident that caused a sensation in the 21st century was staged in the federation nearly 30 years in advance.

Within just a few hours, all website and media public opinion started to ferment crazily, until at this time, the east and west coast rap giants who were most concerned changed the background of their homepages to black.

Biggie released an all-black picture and wrote, "We will always remember Cat Getan." ===== CHAPTER 2335 =====