Chapter 728

"Dr. Shiler!

Dr. Shiler!

Are you there?!"

The tranquility of the New York morning was broken by a heart-wrenching shout. Outside Arkham Asylum, Peter stood outside, holding Deadpool in one hand and Pikachu in the other, shouting loudly.

Shiler, who was still fast asleep in bed, frowned, turned over, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the clock. It was only 5:30 in the morning. Hearing Peter's voice at this time, it must be that he was hallucinating.

Peter's outrageous schedule of not sleeping at night and not getting up in the morning had been deeply engraved in Shiler's mind, so he took Peter's voice as a hallucination without any burden and entered his dream again.

But after a few seconds, a shout came from outside again: "Dr. Shiler!

I have an emergency!

Open the door quickly!

A big trouble is coming!

!"

Shiler sat up from the bed with a "thump," grabbed the nightcap on his head, threw it aside, and directly flashed downstairs in a bad mood, intending to stand on the high ground of a healthy lifestyle and point fingers at Peter.

But as soon as he went downstairs, he saw Peter holding a black and red figure in one hand. Shiler turned into a cloud of gray mist with a "whoosh" and then slowly retreated a few meters.

Peter saw that the gray mist in front of him turned into a question mark shape. Peter hung Deadpool on the gate fence and waved at Shiler, saying, "Hey, Doctor, it's me. Open the door quickly, I have something to find you for!"

With a "bang," the gray mist turned into an arrow and pointed at Deadpool, who was hung on the fence by Peter.

"Oh, him, he's my friend. You might not know he's a mercenary, called Deadpool..."

The gray mist turned into an exclamation mark with a "bang." Just as Peter was about to shout, the gray mist slowly formed a cross again.

"Uh, can't I go in? Not me? Then who? Deadpool can't go in? Why? Oh, also, the hospital might not be able to stand this smell. Alright, then I'll hang him here."

Then Peter saw that the gray mist turned into a bigger cross. Peter said somewhat embarrassedly, "Can't hang him here either? Forget it, I'll go find a restaurant nearby and ask for something for him to eat."

When Peter came back, he originally thought he could walk into the asylum gate smoothly, but he didn't expect that what was waiting for him was more than a dozen fully armed medical personnel.

They were wearing protective suits and holding disinfectant sprays. As soon as Peter pushed the door open, he felt as if he were in a fairyland. The disinfectant spray was so thick that he couldn't see the road ahead. If it weren't for his spider-sense, he would have hit a tree.

At first, Peter would block it with his hand and shout, "No! Don't spray me! I don't have that many viruses on me!"

But by the end, he had given up resistance. In front of the gate of the Arkham Asylum building, Shiler stretched out a hand to stop Peter from moving forward. Shiler asked the gray mist in his mind: "Feel it, does he still have Deadpool's aura on him?"

"I won't go, that guy looks very dirty." The gray mist sent a wave of resistance. Shiler didn't force it. After all, for a symbiote, Deadpool was simply a lifelong enemy and a psychological shadow, and had already been blacklisted by their racial genes.