Long Island, Wilson Enterprise Headquarters, a few days later.
"It's really nice, I want to say your line too... 'I'm here to negotiate,' it feels like being a hostage negotiation expert, ah, but you're a killing expert, that's a bit different. Can you teach me how not to let the blade touch the vertebrae, just chop the head off directly?"
Wade was munching on spicy snacks while rolling around on the sofa, his legs playfully kicking. Today New York was as calm as usual.
Su Ming quietly drank his wine behind the desk, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon's sunset. The city across the sea appeared majestic.
The orange sunlight filled the entire room, creating a very warm atmosphere, like a regular family gathering.
Yet, he didn't feel any warmth. His nose was filled with the stench from Wade, who was wandering around the room, constantly flapping, spreading the odor everywhere.
Su Ming pinched his brow: "It's like using a giant blade to play cricket, using a special angle and force to hit the enemy's back head to send the head flying, usually used for enemies with armor, with the blade causing bludgeoning damage."
"But you don't need it, right? I've never seen anything your Great Sword couldn't cut through." Wade said, his mouth greasy as he licked his fingers after finishing a bag of spicy snacks.
This is also why Su Ming chose to watch the sunset. Not everyone can watch an Ancient God eating; even exposing half of the face is enough to make people uncomfortable.
Su Ming picked up the wine glass and drank a mouthful, letting the smell of alcohol mask the discord in the air, then refilled the glass.
"It's just that I haven't used it in a while, occasionally take it out to practice." Su Ming swirled the wine glass, watching the liquid inside ripple: "Gin, settle his account, sixty thousand four hundred."
"Walter? Can't you make it a round number?" As soon as money was mentioned, Deadpool bounced up from the sofa, as if his waist indeed had a spring.
Gin kept sidestepping, his gaze always directed at the window, trying to leave the office relying solely on memory without seeing Deadpool's face.
"Oh, then sixty thousand." Su Ming added towards Gin.
"Wait, even if not seventy thousand, at least sixty thousand and one hundred, right? Why round down?!" Wade cried out a soul shout.
Su Ming lightly placed the wine glass on the chair armrest, relaxing his back against it: "Of course it's rounding, I usually remove the decimals for clients; in the mercenary business, it's quite dependent on repeat customers."
Deadpool's eyes turned, and he quickly lay back on the sofa. He's not leaving, he's going to eat back the lost money here.
Calculating based on the cost price of spicy snacks, four hundred US dollars would require eating about three thousand packs...
It's a daunting task, but if adding instant noodles, Powerful Beverage and other main foods, it should achieve the goal faster.
Wade's movement naturally informed Su Ming, which immediately gave him a headache. The purpose of paying was obviously to get his cousin to leave quickly. If this scoundrel clung here, it'd be trouble.
Returning from Immortal Palace for a few days, it really felt like years passing.
"Better prepare sixty thousand five hundred." His previous words were directed at Gin, later speaking to the pretending-to-be-dead fish Wade: "You have other matters, right?"
"Hmm...what was it? Oh right, Cable's issue, he killed Peter, that Beast!" Wade aggressively peeled down his mask, as if deeply grieved by Spider Hero's death.
Nonetheless, without getting the money, he's not leaving.
"That wasn't Cable, it was Thanos." Su Ming corrected.
"Does it matter?" The little eyes on Wade's mask squinted into a line.
"True." Su Ming raised his glass, taking another drink.
.............
"He's gone, just like when you vanished." Gin walked to the sofa, starting to throw the sofa cover and water cups into the garbage bag.
Anything used by Wade needed to be incinerated, especially in this era.
It wasn't just because Wade was too dirty, although partly true, but more due to his easy molting.
Cancer and self-healing brought accelerated metabolism, leaving Wade's skin mostly in a mottled, peeling state, like aged building paint.
If there's no skin, where will the hair attach?
From this, it indicates that Wade had no body hair at all.
Then previously, when he took out the Story Gem from his underwear, why was it covered in curly hair?
With Deathstroke's brain processing speed, such questions almost don't need thinking, quickly prompting a bunch of answers, making Su Ming disgusted.
Someone else's underwear? Or... something darker...?
Of course, more importantly, there's the possibility of Hydra or other organization spies anywhere. For super soldiers like Su Ming and Wade, their body tissue samples should not fall into others' hands.
In the future, almost everyone knows Deadpool cannot be cloned or replicated, as it would cause major trouble. But people of this era don't know that; gene technology is just beginning, they have nothing too daunting to research.
Hence, anything potentially sticking to Wade's skin must be disposed of to prevent future issues.
Post-war America was booming, all industries rapidly growing, everyone enjoying the war dividend.
Of course, as a victorious nation, their tails were raised sky high, thinking every enemy was annihilated, prepared to rest their horses on the southern mountain.