"Really won't?"
"Don't worry, my relationship with my cousin is way better than yours with your cousin. Not every cousin is that annoying. Even if they are, the only cousin who can make you forget how annoying he is with money is mine. Did you know he has projectors and supercomputers in every bathroom? You can voice control the computer while doing your business, and it'll play Niagara Falls for you. The feeling...so smooth...at least better than the traffic in New York right now. So many days have passed, and no one has moved these empty cars?"
Deadpool kept rambling on and on, while he let go of the steering wheel, signaling Ah Du to drive properly. It was definitely his cousin taking care of his business again.
So, of course, a paying job takes priority. After all, Spider Hero is already dead, turned to ash. The dead shouldn't mind waiting a bit longer, right?
Su Ming turned to Hamill and said: "Remember to remind me when we get back to put up a 'No Deadpool and Dogs Allowed' sign on the bathroom door."
"Uh, Slade, you're so cruel... but I can teleport straight into the bathroom, hehe."
"Stop the nonsense, fifty thousand."
"Who to kill?" Deadpool scratched his head. Last time he got half-roasted by Phoenix, his skin was peeling.
"No need to kill, just keep Odin occupied. It's about the same difficulty as dealing with Apocalypse." Su Ming said calmly, though it's a pity Gin isn't here, missing that persuasive touch of counting money right away.
"You're tricking me again and again, how many times is this? Odin is the pinnacle of the Celestial Father Level, stronger than Thanos on a regular day." Wade saw through it all and pulled out two dead rabbits from his pocket, placing them on the dashboard as a token for Ah Du to take home and improve his life a bit.
New York is bleak now, nearly every household has lost a few people. Buying stuff might be pretty tough.
"Add ten thousand."
"Add some more, these days are rough."
Wade squirmed around in the seat, his scent wafting out, causing Ciri to give a strange expression. This guy smells like a stable.
"Forget it, is this car going to Xavier Academy? I'll just look for Wolverine, and I'll cover the fare."
"Don't even think about it, 21st Century Fox can't afford the actors' salaries. Only Steel Warrior, Bullet Head, and her Lace girlfriend are at Xavier Academy, the campus is empty like it's haunted."
Wade immediately got cocky, imitating a ghostly float. He's visited X Academy multiple times, and each time he never saw anyone else there.
"You're you, not only do you come with your own BGM but your own story. But if I went, the X-Men would all be there, right, Lianna?"
"Yes, they will be there if necessary, I'll make sure they are."
Secret Guest nodded affirmatively, though with four people crammed together, she was practically sitting on Deathstroke's lap, her golden hair getting all tangled with the car ceiling.
Wade's gaze turned sharp, glancing at Secret Guest, then at his cousin: "I knew it, she's the mole you planted in the X-Men. You DC folks are too dark... do you have your eyes on Magnetic King's two pretty daughters? Do you know you're old enough to be their grandpa? That's practically a crime!"
"Add five hundred."
Wade's thought jumps are too big. What's this got to do with Magnetic King? Just add money; this kind of nonsense drives people crazy.
"Deal, us mercenaries don't care about what's criminal or not. I'll help you grab Scarlet Witch and Polaris right now, but I can't promise they'll be alive."
After saying that, Wade was all set to activate his teleportation belt. The Scarlet Witch should have crumbled to ash by now; snatching her ashes from The Avengers might be hard but not impossible.
On the other hand, Polaris is much harder to find. The leader of a wanted Mutant group has tons of people searching for her.
"Who told you to grab them... whew... Secret Guest, take us away."
With a black and red flash at the Hell Border, they all vanished from the taxi, a large group of people seemed to have never appeared, leaving only the rotten scent of Deadpool lingering in Ah Du's nose.
Duponde parked by the roadside and took out a pink 'Hello Kitty' schoolbag from under the passenger seat. Deadpool forgot to take his arsenal bag again.
"Mr. DP?" He got out of the car, holding the bag, shading his eyes as he gazed into the sky, but nowhere were Deadpool and the others in sight. He put down his hand and sincerely marveled: "Cool..."
............
"I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you, I know you were right, Believing for so long....."
The melancholic song played, it's Westlife's "All Out of Love." In Vanessa's death timeline, Wade was quite obsessed with this song, recommended by the driver Ah Du.
At first, Su Ming had indeed excluded his little cousin from the team because he appeared in Loki's story book.
But upon meeting the Loki of the future in Latovinia, he realized he might have been a bit off in his thinking.
He couldn't vouch for others, but Deadpool often jumps around timelines and has changed his past more than once. The Deadpool in the story might not necessarily be the Deadpool of the past. Who could arrange a wall-jumping lunatic's story?
Deadpool always says there are friends watching him. He can sense the existence of the story and can step out of it. He's one who proactively jumped into Deathstroke's story, someone who shouldn't have been recorded.
"Turn off your MP3..."
"Hey, is it 1945 now? What high tech. What aren't you satisfied with? Maybe for you, we've been apart for a long time, but for me, Cable and I just got home, didn't even have time to order pizza. Can't you let me savor the moment?"
Although he said so, not being able to play BGM made him regretful, but he obediently turned off his MP3.
"Wade..."
"Hmm?" Deadpool's little eyes looked at Deathstroke. Even through the mask, he could sense his puzzled expression.
"Don't you consider the atmosphere before playing music?!"
At this time, Wade finally noticed the eerie atmosphere around him, even the sky was dark green. Countless creatures dressed in rags, looking like evil spirits, completely surrounded everyone.
Deadpool's MP3 had undergone modifications, not only was the speaker very loud, but the battery lasted long. Because of this, the music attracted a bunch of monsters from the plain.
Wade took a deep breath, puffed out his chest forcefully, feeling the darkness and despair in the air, a sensation slightly different from what he expected.
"Is this Gotham? As expected, death and chaos permeate the air... The DC World is too dark. I want to meet Green Lantern Hero Hal Jordan, ask him why he takes lousy roles, make him apologize to me, then kill him."
Wade suddenly turned his head, speaking to the nonexistent audience beside him: "Although what I'm about to say doesn't quite match my character's setting, I still have to say..."
He turned his head towards Su Ming, rubbed his unwashed face close, took out a moon-shaped cardboard from his pocket, pasted it near the mouth area of his mask, and mumbled: "Why so serious?"
"Bang!"
Wade fell to the ground in response, Su Ming calmly pulled the bolt of the Divine Gold Gauss, he had taken the weapon from the bag, placing it like a fire stick under Wade's chin and pulled the trigger.
A moment of peace indeed.
Why learn anything bad, learn from the Joker? One Laughing Bat is already annoying enough, and now a Bat Servant, who can handle this?
Deadpool can't be allowed such thoughts, bullets must interrupt his thinking because it seems Wade really can go to the DC Universe.
The Deadpool from the Marvel Universe slaughter, who comes from 12101 Parallel Universe, he can leap into the reality of the Marvel Editor Department, even into classic literature to fight with them, despite being defeated by Sherlock Holmes' boxing, it proves Deadpool has the ability to leap beyond the Marvel System.
In a Parallel Universe, there's a Deathstroke Servant, looking like a combination of Deathstroke and Deadpool, just thinking about it is disgusting.
Just like Harley can hop from DC to Marvel, for these crazy people, stepping out of their world isn't that hard, it's just difficult for normal people to mimic.
Deadpool still needs to use a teleporter, even though its principle isn't clear, at least there's a theory explaining how he travels through.
Harley's crossing is much more irrational, she just needs to hit the street, hijack a car, and drive in any direction to bring people from DC into the real world, nobody knows how she does it.
This might be considered a cheat?
This is Hel's Netherworld, not Gotham, but Su Ming can't let Deadpool indulge in wild thoughts.
Deadpool climbed up, he inserted his finger through his chin, stirred it around, while his other hand extended a finger into the hole atop his head, feeling his brain.
Gotta say, the muzzle velocity of the Divine Gold Gauss Gun is high enough that Deadpool's head didn't explode like a watermelon, just got drilled a smooth round hole inside.
"This is my favorite mask, I wore it when I killed Francis, you owe me!"
"Add 100 bucks, now hurry up, we've got ribs to chop."
Su Ming directly kicked Wade up from the ground, simultaneously retrieving two weapons from his bag, sweeping horizontally towards the surrounding enemies.
Dealing with the Undead Army doesn't require any refined swordsmanship, just chopping heads will do.
Except here in the Netherworld, fighting against the Dead is like battling waves in the ocean, it's an endless fight.
Yes, the final battlefield isn't the Immortal Palace, it's the Netherworld, because the future Loki is surely coming to find Hel, the obscure corners of the story clearly document that Hel is a person from the future too.
She's sent to Ancient Times by Loki as a lover; if future Loki has a plan, she ought to be prepared.
Hamill doesn't need warrior protection, thus the five each draw their weapons cleaning their surrounding, firming the frontline, first check what changes in the situation.
Soon, Su Ming knew what Loki was preparing, everyone could see it.
A golden sun rises from the far horizon, illuminating the entire world in a flush of red.
"Has Hel gone crazy?"
Secret Guest wielded her great sword, she was first to express confusion. It should be understood that the Netherworld and Hell share many similarities: neither relies on stellar lighting, but uses their respective energies as a lighting system.
Like the Netherworld, its original light source is that peculiar green energy in the sky, dim to the point of almost no light. Souls and the undead are also products of negative energy, exposed to sunlight even if they don't instantly vanish in smoke, their combat strength dramatically falls, what kind of tactic is this?
"Ka, ka..." Deadpool constantly took photos with his phone, continually changing his poses: "You're right, but let me tweet first... the title will be 'Netherworld Sunrise, Miss once wait another ten thousand years'... Done, then @ X-Force, X-Men, X Special Agent Team, X Weapon Plan leader Colonel Striker... What's X anything else? Help me think, damn, no signal here!"
Secret Guest: "..."