"We still have a little time, Wade. I need you to do something."
Su Ming lowered his voice, and the wind from the cloak's flight nearly drowned out his words, making everything feel as if it didn't exist.
The black plain and the dense army of the living dead flashed by quickly below, as if they too had noticed something wrong with their bodies.
Not everyone could accept their broken bodies like Deadpool. Some of these living corpses lacked organs, others lacked bones, like incomplete toy dolls.
Yet their master regained consciousness, looking into the hollow of their chests or stroking their half-missing heads.
Just seeing this was eerie enough.
Wade's ears twitched; he heard it. This was the first time he recognized he also had super hearing and that he too was a super soldier.
So he lowered his voice too, sneakily glanced at the Secret Guest and Ciri, and spoke mysteriously.
"I get it, Magnetic King's daughters, right? You're jealous of me, so you want to find someone to have fun with? You should've said so earlier, leave it to me. Seriously, Wanda's figure is explosive. I won't tell Cable about your business with her. Lorna's slightly less appealing, but the green hair is quite..."
"Whew..."
"Why's your dagger stuck in my stomach? It's a bit painful. Why is this dagger emitting a black light? Is it poisoned? Okay then..."
Deadpool looked down at his belly, seemingly puzzled, and queried Su Ming. Once he figured it out, he turned his head and began explaining to the sky at a slanted 45 degrees.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you can see, he can kill just with a giant sword, yet he poisons weapons too? DC is just too dark. My cousin loves watching others foaming at the mouth, struggling like they're bled-out animals, and then he places a foot on the corpse and tells a Batman joke."
"Just a slip of the hand."
Su Ming turned his head, secretly curling his lips. Was the Tear of Extinction ineffective even in Marvel?
"Can I stab you back then?"
Deadpool looked at Deathstroke with sincere eyes, pursuing something called 'justice,' yet he knew even he didn't believe it existed.
"What you just said sounds too twisted. Let's end this topic. Think about the movie ratings."
"Damn it, Brokeback Mountain is R-rated too. You're ruthless... So, what do you need me to do?"
Facing Deathstroke, whose facial expression couldn't be seen, Wade could only angrily punch his thigh and stuff the intestines that spilled out back into his belly.
"I need you to find an Infinity Stone and use it against Loki," Su Ming whispered.
"In 1945? Oh God, I'm your devoted follower, a lost rooster, please tell me where to find the Infinity Stone!" Wade clasped his fingers together on his chest, starting to pray to God.
He never really believed in God. Even when he seemed to at times, it was only for messing with the choir's pretty nuns. Even if God existed, he'd never give someone like him an answer.
Wade obviously knew that too. He was just indirectly saying he couldn't do it.
Since God wouldn't answer, the blame was on God. It wasn't that Deadpool couldn't do it; it was just that God wasn't being supportive. Deadpool, the grandmaster, was still all-powerful.
Watching Wade secretly picking his nose and flicking it while praying, Su Ming wasn't surprised at all.
The Infinity Stones of this era did exist, but even Su Ming himself didn't know where they were. The whole world was hazy; relying on experience was definitely not feasible.
But among the many Infinity Stones, there was one specifically belonging to Deadpool. Maybe every Deadpool had one, or maybe all Deadpools shared it.
"I guess you know the location of a Stone, at least its future location."
"Yeah, all six glass marbles sit on the Infinity Gauntlet. I guess they're kept by a chubby, middle-aged Hollywood prop master whose meals are all high-calorie. He has a box of Infinity Stones there, like candy bowls the dead kids carry on Halloween. Speaking of Halloween, can we go trick-or-treating together next time? We could chop our limbs off and let them regrow, new limbs tender and small, so we could look like kids."
Deadpool looked at his cousin expectantly. Last time he suggested something similar to Wolverine but was refused and accused of eyeing his Adamantium skeleton.
Yes, Deadpool intended to play with his claws but never said he wouldn't give them back!
"No, not at the movie level, a bit lower, think traditional."
Su Ming patiently persuaded. Being an outsider himself, it was hard to grasp what Deadpool was saying if not.
Deadpool pinched his chin as if something came to him. He pulled out a treasure map from a small pouch on his belt.
The path on it seemed as chaotic as what would be left if a shrunken Ant-Man ran around a piece of paper with coal strapped to him for a year.
Moreover, the significance of the tangled black lines was unknown, as the X marking the treasure location wasn't connected to any lines, nor were there any landmarks along the route.
But Deadpool's gaze landed directly on the place marked with a black X, which was where he buried his treasure. He'd once distributed treasure maps across many places and told everyone he met: