Just like a football quarterback kicking Deadpool into the air, Negative Sound Wave Teenage Bullet coolly adjusted his coat collar and resumed his seat, picking up his phone to continue chatting with Xue Xu.
Xue Xu is currently at Xavier Academy, baking gingerbread men and even sharing photos.
"What brings you here, old man?"
Bullet took a moment to ask Su Ming, as he quickly sent a bunch of cute emoticons to Xue Xu.
"Old man?" Su Ming's mouth twitched slightly.
Bullet raised an eyebrow at him and then lowered his head again: "You're the elder of Professor X and Magnetic King, even Captain America that kind of old relic calls you uncle, should I call you Grandpa Slade? Gross, you look so young."
"No, what do you usually call Wade?" Su Ming pulled over a chair and sat across from Bullet.
The young lady chewed on bubble gum, distractedly looking at her phone, and said absentmindedly: "Trash, used vomit bag, green pool, smelly dog shit, crappy butt, whatever, he responds to any name, depends on my mood."
Su Ming laughed, it's much better with comparisons: "Seems like you and Wade get along pretty well."
Bullet shrugged indifferently, sent a series of voice messages 'muah muah muah', and casually tossed the phone onto the table: "Not bad, though I earn nothing here, avoiding the nagging from the professor and the teachers is good, and I can eat unlimited junk food."
"Charles shouldn't be so old-fashioned, and lace shouldn't be a problem at Xavier Academy." Su Ming wondered what Charles had to nag about, Bullet's combat power is strong, and it's practical, with a straightforward personality, a perfect warrior.
"I'm a guy." Bullet looked calmly at Deathstroke, expressionless.
Su Ming looked at her chest, then her neck, and got up to check her hip width: "No, you're a girl."
"A guy, just like you." Bullet crossed her arms and blew another bubble: "My gender is male, liking females, very normal, but the professor and teachers keep saying I'm a girl, it's annoying."
Su Ming didn't want to argue about personal issues, as long as there's utility it doesn't matter what syndrome she has: "Uh, as long as you're happy."
Bullet touched her hair: "Alright, old man, what do you want? If there's nothing, I'm clocking out before Wade gets back, Xavier Academy's Christmas party is starting."
"Wade took a job to assassinate Santa Claus, you know that right?" Su Ming pulled out a cigarette, offering one to her, watching her light it directly with her fingers, looking all relaxed.
"Yeah, honestly, though Santa has three-layer identity, he'll definitely be grossed out by Deadpool." Bullet expertly exhaled blue smoke, shattered by the cold wind drilling through the broken hole.
Su Ming nodded, Bullet's intelligence is also quite good, pretty well-informed, from a certain angle, Wade choosing her as a secretary is indeed fitting.
"So Wade asked me to help, we plan to find a good kid, ambush down the chimney of a good kid's home, and capture Santa alive when he delivers gifts."
"Oh? Not killing him? That guy took a deposit." Bullet answered casually while she started packing her things. Behind her was a pink gift box, seems like a gift for Xue Xu.
Su Ming nodded again and handed Bullet a bottle of liquor: "Wade plans to betray, reverse kill those brat kids for Santa, bargaining with the old man."
Negative Sound Wave Teenage Bullet was very unceremonious, taking the bottle and drinking, but also not drinking it in vain, speaking much more politely: "What about you, big guy? You're not just goofing around with smelly dog shit, right?"
"I'm vacationing, just tagging along for the view." Su Ming truly thought so, certainly, a look at what gifts Santa has isn't bad.
Bullet sat herself sideways on the table, hugging her motorcycle helmet and gift box, slipping the bottle inside her coat pocket: "I don't know what Deadpool's planning, but it doesn't matter to me whether I celebrate Christmas, just remind him to pay my wages."
"Do you know any good kids? Like World's Number One Saint Mother Syndrome, the better the better." Su Ming asked.
"Spider Hero." Bullet directly gave an answer, heading for the door with her gift box: "He's the biggest Holy Mother White Lotus, sometimes I read the news, those doomed people he just won't kill, makes my fingers itch."
"He's grown up, not a kid." Su Ming glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall, shook his head, signaling Bullet to come up with another.
"Then come with me to Xavier Academy, let the professor use the Brain Wave Amplifier, and directly pinpoint Santa's location for you." Bullet offered another idea, she was already pulling the door open.
Su Ming got up, smiling and shaking his head, winking at her: "But isn't it less fun that way? Know why rich people use helicopters for hunting, yet still bring a hunting dog?"
Negative Sound Wave Teenage Bullet flashed a knowing smile: "Dark, like the dried avocado usually says, you're just too dark."
But she liked it.
Deathstroke is way cooler than Deadpool and even generous, offering high-end cigarettes and liquor.
"Let's go, you go hang out with your girlfriend, I'll look for Wade's body pieces." Su Ming closed the office door, didn't need locking, nothing valuable inside, even the phone at the reception probably had who knows how many hands: "What else has Wade told you about me?"
Bullet put on her helmet, gave the finger to Jimmy in the store outside, and left in a hurry: "He says you're always coveting his beauty, every time he sees you he especially protects his rear end."
"Heh… anything else?" Su Ming pulled out the Godslayer, first turning it into a sewer plunger, then reconsidering it as a hand drill.
"He also says you're a modern-day Scrooge, filthy rich but won't spend it on him, leaving him to struggle on the hungry verge of death." Bullet sold out Wade without hesitation, anyway, he wouldn't die.
Still an electric drill, that type of mining long drill, Su Ming pinched his chin: "Anything else?"
"And he said…"
Maybe it was the alcohol, Bullet appeared very talkative, almost recounting all the gossip Wade talks behind the scenes.
Minutes later, Su Ming followed the trajectory, finding Deadpool squiggling in the street like a caterpillar, his landing was so hard his bones shattered, forcing him to crawl slowly like a boneless worm.
As he mumbled curses, varying them against Negative Sound Wave Teenage Bullet, Godslayer's light lit up the dark alley, also lighting up his small eyes.
"Cousin? Waaa, you finally came, I just fell into the sewer and barely managed to get out, I'm all covered in poop, come give me a hand."
"Oh? Hehehe…" Golden light flared, the red monocle tracing a long path in the dark alley.
Nearby street folk only heard an unseasonal scream echoing from the darkness.
"Yametachi!"