Chapter 203: Deadpool the Looter
Swish!
Scarface looked up sharply. Spider-Man was perched on a tree branch, looking down at them.
"Spider-Man?!" Scarface clearly recognized him. After all, the wall-crawler's reputation in New York was legendary.
"This might be a bit tricky," Ian whispered, his hand slowly creeping toward the pistol holstered at his lower back.
"Hey~ what are you trying to do there?" Peter naturally noticed Ian's subtle movement. He instantly fired a strand of webbing, snatching the pistol right out of the man's hand.
Peter twirled the gun around his finger before webbing it firmly to a tree trunk. "This gun is dangerous. I'll be confiscating it for your own safety."
"What do we do, boss?" Ian asked in a low, panicked voice.
Scarface's expression turned grim. "Don't be afraid of him! In the end, he's just a man in a suit!"
"Get him, boys!" Seeing his leader give the order, Ian immediately pulled the assault rifle from his back and began spraying bullets toward the tree. The rest of the squad followed suit.
Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!
A hum vibrated in Peter's mind—his Spider-Sense. He leaped instantly, flipping through the air with acrobatic grace. Countless bullets whistled past his body, but not a single one found its mark.
Thud!
Peter landed directly in front of Ian, snatched the rifle away, and delivered a powerful kick to the man's abdomen. The force sent Ian flying back into a tree. Before he could fall, Peter fired his web-shooters, pinning Ian securely to the trunk.
"I hope you enjoy your nap in the trees." Peter pivoted his body, narrowly dodging a sneak attack from Scarface.
Scarface had opted for a combat knife to attack Peter's back. He knew that using a rifle so close to the webbed-up Ian would likely hit his own man, so he chose the blade. However, he was no match for a superhero. Peter's reflexes allowed him to easily sidestep the lunge.
"Whoa~ you really do look like 'Scar' from The Lion King." Peter spun around and kicked Scarface right next to Ian, webbing them both together.
"And as for the rest of you—how about joining your friends?" Peter systematically webbed the remaining terrorists to the trees, including the two who had just run back from the earlier encounter.
"Perfectly handled. Time to go help Silas," Peter said, dusting off his hands. Using the surrounding trees, he swung away on a web line toward the west—the direction Silas Parker had headed.
The Base of the Mountain
"Great job, my Indian friend! How did you know these guys would change direction and head East?" Deadpool was busy organizing his weapons.
"..." Dopinder (the driver) looked like a man who had lost all will to live. He had tried to steer away from the trouble, but fate had brought the terrorists right to the East side.
By the time the radio broadcast had warned them, it was too late. Deadpool had already seen the road signs and realized they were exactly where the action was.
"Alright, buddy, you wait here for me. Tonight, I'm treating you to ten girls to help you forget all about that cheating fiancée," Deadpool said. He cracked his neck, checked his gear, and stepped out of the taxi.
Slam!
Deadpool shut the door and plunged into the woods. Further ahead, the military had established a perimeter, so sneaking in from this side was his best bet.
"Phew..." Dopinder lit a cigarette in the car, feeling as though he'd never make it home. Glancing around the back seat, he found a bottle of booze Wade had left behind.
The Shadow's Work
"Who's responsible for this mess?" Silas was standing on a high branch. Below him, a squad of terrorists had already been dealt with by his Shadow Ninjas.
As he watched, the Shadow Eaters consumed the fallen men, turning them into nutrients to fuel their own strength. This sector of terrorists had been wiped out by Silas. He didn't care much about the other sectors—after all, what were the police for? He wasn't a vigilante; only Peter was selfless enough to play that role.
"Is everything settled? Where are the terrorists?" Peter asked, swinging down to land beside Silas.
"The police took them away. Did you finish on your end?" Silas asked, smoothly changing the subject.
Peter grinned. "Of course. I am Spider-Man, after all."
"Don't get cocky, Peter," Silas replied, noticing his brother was becoming a bit overconfident lately.
"The 'vibes' for this camping trip are definitely ruined," Peter sighed. He had wanted to relax, but instead, they were fighting terrorists on a mountain.
BOOM!
Suddenly, a massive explosion rocked the eastern side of the mountain. The entire ground shook violently.
"What was that?!" Peter gasped. Aside from the Chitauri invasion, he'd never seen an explosion that large.
"Who knows." Silas looked toward the smoke. His Shadow Ninjas had already reported that the military had authorized the use of missiles.
"Should we go..." Peter started to ask, but he realized Silas had already vanished. "Fine." Peter swung his way toward the blast. Although Silas had given him access to the Shadow Kingdom, he still preferred the feeling of swinging through the trees.
Deadpool's "Dying" Act
"F***! Are the military guys crazy?!" the remaining terrorists shouted, huddled in a corner. They had lost contact with Scarface and were in a total panic.
"Maybe they're just having a hormonal imbalance," Deadpool said, suddenly appearing in front of the squad.
"Who the hell are you?!" the terrorist leader roared at the red-clad freak.
Deadpool drew his twin katanas. "This is a robbery."
"?" The terrorists were stunned. They'd heard of robbers robbing people, but never someone robbing terrorists.
"Kill him!"
Bang!
A bullet flew toward Deadpool. He narrowed his eyes and swung his blades in a blur. Thwip! The bullet passed right through his forehead.
Flop! Deadpool collapsed to the ground, dead.
"Psychopath," the terrorist spat on the ground. He'd thought it was some formidable "Super," but it was just a nutjob. He turned back to check for pursuing police.
"Don't worry, they aren't coming. I tucked them into bed on the way here," Deadpool's voice suddenly whispered. He was standing right next to the terrorist, an arm draped casually over the man's shoulder.
"Weren't you dead?!" the man shrieked. He looked back and saw his companion already lying on the ground.
"Yeah, I was totally dead! But Hell wouldn't take me. The Goddess of Death is in love with me, so she sent me back," Deadpool chirped.
"Get off me!" The terrorist kicked Deadpool away and began firing wildly.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Rat-tat-tat!
He emptied a pistol and then a full assault rifle magazine into Deadpool's body. Only when the clicking of an empty chamber echoed did he stop.
"Hah... hah... is he dead now?" The man collapsed to his seat, exhausted.
"Ow~ ah! I feel like if I drink water right now, I'll turn into a human sprinkler," Deadpool said, looking down at the holes riddling his body.
"AAAAHHH!"
Bang!
Driven to total madness, the terrorist picked up his fallen pistol and fired a single round into his own temple, ending his life.
"Whoa! I didn't kill him!" Deadpool shouted, holding his hands up in mock innocence. "Oh well, no witnesses anyway."
Deadpool sheathed his swords, pulled a burlap sack from his crotch area, and began looting the bodies.
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