"Deadpool?" Fingel couldn't help but be startled, "You call yourself Deadpool?"

He looked at the dragon in front of him in confusion. He was far from the Deadpool he was familiar with. He had a clear and sound logic of thinking, and was not at all like the Deadpool who was devoured by the dragon blood gene.

"You can't understand?" The dragon murmured, "It seems that we have long been forgotten by history."

Its expression suddenly changed, becoming solemn and solemn, and as angry as King Ming.

An invisible field unfolded, and all the remaining metal fragments in the field rose into the air, as if there were invisible threads connecting them. The golden eyes were blazing, and the body surface was flowing with strands of blue electric light.

This is Yan Ling [Sword Control]!

"Junior, let me tell you, in the war with the dragon clan, there is no surrender or surrender. There is always only a thin line between life and death!" The dragon roared, "You haven't won yet! How can you overlook me?!"

Fingel's expression became a little more solemn. It was also at this moment that the outline of the sun disk was faintly visible in one of the eyes of the golden boy who was equally blazing.

At this moment he saw through the invisible magnetic lines in mid-air.

Eye of Horus!

…

…

"The battle is over." The captain suddenly said.

Everyone looked at the captain, but no one said a word. They had already lurked to the shore, but no one dared to move forward.

"Don't look at me like that. I don't know who won." The captain coughed and said, "Then who it is, go and see."

Then who looked wary and took a few steps back.

Before the captain could stare and curse, someone suddenly shouted: "Captain, the smoke has cleared."

Everyone quickly turned back to look at the original location of the warehouse.

The black mist gradually dissipated, revealing the final winner standing here, with a tall figure and strong muscles. The man held a knife in one hand and the completely fainted dragon in the other hand.

He lowered his eyes and inhaled slowly. When he exhaled, there was a sound like wind and thunder, rising like a hill. The muscles that burst his clothes slowly returned to normal, and the burning eyes of the Golden Boy slowly disappeared.

The captain couldn't help but murmured: "Good guy, this is really Deadpool..."

"I guess, Captain, that seems to be your minister, right?"

"That's Senior Brother Fingel?! Who's going to slap me awake? When did he..."

"Snapped."

Crisp and sweet.

"Are you awake?" The captain, who struck decisively and swiftly, asked with concern. Several people around him retracted their hands angrily, muttering that he was indeed a man worthy of being a captain. His hand speed was so fast.

The team member who knew he had made a mistake gritted his teeth and said, "I never saw you being so cooperative when I borrowed money!"

The captain whistled and turned around, but this gag still did not dispel the shock in his heart.

To paraphrase what someone said just now, when did the minister become so powerful?

Ah, he is not saying that the minister is not good. In terms of implementation and understanding of the "cheap" approach, the minister is also the only one in the Information Department where "cheap" people gather. Otherwise, why would he be able to hold the position of minister and stay like this?

for many years.

only……

The captain swallowed his saliva and wondered, could it be that the legends from back then were all true?
Chapter completed!