Marvel, who rescued him? !

Chapter 166 A Real Absurd Dream Part

Ignoring Deadpool's crazy words, Taylor said:

"The will to survive and compassion~Wade, Dr. Bruce's medical advice should be to burn from the feet to the head, let me feel the approaching death crisis, and awaken my survival instinct, Wade..."

Before he finished speaking, Deadpool couldn't wait to light Taylor's feet. In the flames, the whole room became much brighter. Deadpool stretched out his hands at Taylor's feet to warm the fire and asked:

"Boss, how do you feel? Have you experienced the crisis of death and the will to survive?"

"Uh~" Taylor looked at the bright room, felt it for a moment, and said, "I don't know if it's because the nerves in my legs were necrotic after jumping off the building last time, or because of the dream protection mechanism or something, but I didn't feel the pain. "

Deadpool yawned next to Taylor's legs and watched the flames burning to Taylor's waist slowly extinguish. He picked up the torch in his hand and placed it on Taylor's abdomen, but it couldn't light it.

"Boss? I think this is a bit too unscientific! Even if this is a dream! Fire should be able to ignite gasoline."

Taylor's eyes lit up, his hands broke free from the shackles that had been burned, he raised his hand and took out a book of "Boruto" from his waist and said:

"Try again."

Glancing at "Boruto", Deadpool said: "Canada! We should really bring the "Boruto" comics to help firefighters put out the fire, because in the future, we will use "Boruto" and cement to build houses. This is really - —Thai pants are hot!”

Seeing Deadpool put the torch on himself, Taylor complained: "Wade, even if you are the character in my dream, you should still say some European and American jokes."

Deadpool raised his eyebrows and said: "Stop being ridiculous~ Boss, no matter if I talk about Europe, America or Japan and Korea, high definition or uncensored, these jokes are not meant for Europeans and Americans~"

Taylor said calmly: "Wade, this joke sucks."

Feeling the flames in his abdomen, Taylor struggled to raise his head and looked at himself who was still not ignited. His eyes were full of doubts: "What the fuck!?"

Deadpool put down the torch and spread his hands and said: "Boss, maybe it's because you have watched "Boruto"..."

"So, I have become incombustible?" Taylor frowned. This seemed to make sense. He picked up the torch and threw it aside and said:

"Okay, Wade, the plan is cancelled. I want you to help me find a gun tomorrow. It's time for us to try a more direct approach."

"Okay, boss," Deadpool took out the revolver from his crotch and breathed, "I'll give it to you tomorrow."

Taylor nodded, affirming Deadpool's behavior.

the next day.

Snapped--

The bullet penetrated Tyler's head. Lying on the floor, Tyler waited quietly for death. His consciousness seemed to have crossed a sea of ​​darkness and nothingness. When he crawled out of the sea again, he was already in the ICU, with his body Several instruments are plugged in.

It was like a ghost pressing down on the bed, his limp body unable to move.

He heard Doctor Bruce's voice in a trance: "The bullet stayed in his brain, compressing the nerves. Although the probability is only one in ten million, Taylor is indeed lucky. He did not die, but became a vegetative state." …”

Darkness came and he was submerged in the water again.

Opposite Dr. Bruce, Dr. Strange raised his head and said:

"Okay, this is the best result so far. My condolences to Dr. Bruce. I have to go to work, but there are more people waiting for me to save~"

After sending Dr. Strange away and looking at Taylor lying on the hospital bed with his eyes open, Dr. Bruce walked closer and sighed and said:

"Tyler, I really hope for you that this is just a dream. Now you can't see, you can't hear, you can't speak, you're riddled with all kinds of diseases, you're cut into pieces, your insides are destroyed, you can't live, you can't die, this Is this the result you want?"

Taylor lay calmly on the bed, and there was only a sigh in the ward.

Failed? No, Taylor made it!

Tyler finally welcomed death, but he never expected that he would die of old age.

Yes Taylor met death, literally.

Taylor raised his eyebrows as he watched the goddess of death walking towards her. This goddess of death had the face of Deadpool's girlfriend in "Deadpool", and Taylor coughed dryly.

The goddess of death, who was wearing a black dress, was a little short-sighted. Only when she got closer did she notice who her target was. Her steps paused slightly, as if she thought she had forgotten to lock the door when she came out, so she turned around and walked back.

"Hi~" Taylor stepped forward and grabbed the goddess of death, recalled the doctor's instructions, extended her hand to the goddess of death and asked:

"Hey~ man~ My doctor asked me to come to you to ask for something. He said that as long as I am close to death, I can find the reverence for life and my compassion, so hand it over to me~"

The goddess of death turned around, looked at Taylor and said seriously:

"I know you, you are Wade's friend. If you want me to respect life, then you must first fear death."

Taylor pouted, hooked his hand and said:

"Okay, death's awe and compassion are also fine, hand them over to me."

Looking at Taylor's outstretched hand, the goddess of death fell silent for a moment. After hesitating for a moment, she said:

"I can't give you your compassion, but I can give you a sense of the fear of death, which may make you feel awe."

"Huh? So troublesome?" Taylor has been having this broken dream for a long time, and now he just wants to return to the real world and have a good meal. Who knows why all the food in his dream is Skittles!

"Okay~ Since you strongly request..." The goddess of death stretched out her hand and touched Taylor's chest, causing a crystal clear red light to bloom there. The goddess of death said softly:

"Although I can't give you reverence for life, I can strengthen your compassion for the dead. Comparing one's heart to one's own is sympathy."

"Wow~" Taylor nodded and asked with some confusion:

"So, I'm cured?"

The whole world glowed with a dazzling red light. When he opened his eyes, Taylor returned to the chair in the mental sanitation area again. He raised his hand and took off the huge helmet on his head. Taylor immediately shared the good news with Dr. Bruce:

"Dr. Bruce, I'm cured!"

In the treatment room, the other three doctors had left, leaving only Dr. Bruce who was dozing in the chair. Seeing Taylor wake up, Dr. Bruce's sleepiness disappeared and he stood up in surprise and said:

"Succeeded? Taylor, have you found your base in this world?"

"Basic point? No, I found compassion."