Chapter 207: The Terrorists' Secret Weapon
"Looks like... well! It actually looks pretty good." The Indian guy wiped the drool Deadpool had left on his forehead, his eyes fixed on the stack of cash in Wade's hand.
He was flushed, his breath reeking of alcohol. He was visibly intoxicated, swaying slightly even while sitting in the driver's seat.
"WTF! You've been drinking?!" Deadpool hadn't expected his driver to be hitting the bottle.
But whatever—Deadpool couldn't die anyway. Besides, he hadn't forgotten the mission; the money he just looted was just a side hustle, and the bounty waiting for him later was the real prize.
"If you drink, don't drive; if you drive, don't drink. Let's go," Deadpool said, tossing all the money onto the seat next to him.
"Okay..." The Indian guy shook his groggy head and slammed his foot on the gas.
Vroom! The taxi shot forward like a rocket, leaving nothing but a cloud of dust behind. The ordinary cab tore through the winding mountain roads at top speed, not slowing down for a single turn.
"I just hope we don't hit a DUI checkpoint," Deadpool remarked as he climbed from the back seat into the passenger side, buckling the driver's seatbelt for him. "Maybe this way they'll be able to find a whole corpse after we crash."
In the Woods
"Phew~ well, mission accomplished." Peter pulled off his mask to breathe in the fresh air. He had successfully rounded up every last terrorist on the mountain.
"Good job, Peter," Silas Parker praised from behind him.
"For sure. Let's head back," Peter sighed. "It's a shame the camping trip is ruined."
"It's fine, we still have the road trip, right?" Silas comforted him, though he knew deep down that the road trip would likely go down the drain too.
"When you put it that way, I feel a lot better." Peter started looking forward to the next trip already.
With a wave of Silas's hand, the Shadow Khan emerged to carry away the terrorists hanging from the trees.
"By the way, Silas, did you know? I ran into a really weird guy earlier." Peter recounted his entire conversation with Deadpool to Silas.
Silas's lip twitched. Deadpool really knew how to spin a yarn—it was just enough to fool the still-naive Peter.
"Sigh... his face was completely disfigured by fire. I actually felt pretty bad for him." Peter admired Deadpool; even after being burned like that, the man had maintained such an optimistic attitude.
Silas patted Peter on the shoulder, looking out into the distance. "Peter... sometimes what the eyes see isn't necessarily the truth."
"What do you mean?" Peter was confused. Why the sudden cryptic message?
Silas didn't say more, only adding, "Figure it out yourself. Just figure it out."
"..." Peter didn't know what to say to that. "Oh, by the way, Silas, was this suit made exactly according to my design?" Peter spread his arms happily; he loved the new gear.
"Yeah, all those features you designed, I had Little Black keep them for you," Silas nodded.
"Cool~" Peter couldn't help but do a backflip in excitement. "Let's go home now."
"You're going to be very busy when we get back, Peter," Silas said.
"Why?"
New York City Center
Five armed gunships circled the Oscorp Tower, monitoring the situation. The villains were clever; they had sealed every window, leaving the military with zero visibility inside.
Because this was the city center, the military didn't dare use missiles, which would cause catastrophic economic loss. Furthermore, blowing up the Oscorp building would result in the elite capitalists tearing them apart.
"Eleven squads are standing by, sir," a police officer reported.
Each squad consisted of ten men, totaling 102 officers—including the two-man "squad" of John and his veteran Captain. 300 Special Forces soldiers had also arrived, supported by five gunships, to take the building.
"The perimeter is secure. Civil evacuation is ongoing; expect full clearance in ten minutes. The media will arrive in three," a deputy reported.
"Understood." Abbott Phillip stood up. It was time to show off his Special Forces. "In ten minutes, all forces move in. I don't care if the civilians are clear—we strike then."
The pressure from his superiors was too much. He couldn't wait any longer.
The Cops
"Orders are in. We move in ten," the veteran Captain said, lighting his third cigarette. If he was going to die today, he wanted to smoke as much as possible.
"Don't be nervous, Captain. I'll make sure you're safe," John said, patting his back.
"I hope so. Bullets don't have eyes," the veteran muttered. He had spent his whole life becoming a Captain, and now his squad was only two people. He only survived this long by staying in the back.
"Trust me, Captain," John said, radiating confidence like a youth who hadn't yet been beaten down by reality.
"I trust you," the veteran said, putting on his body armor and helmet. John watched, determined to make his Captain proud.
Oscorp Laboratory
"We're surrounded," a subordinate said, watching the monitors.
"Expected," the terrorist leader replied, checking his gun. "Relax, the Boss has a backup plan for our extraction."
"We still have over an hour left of data transfer. It's going to be a long wait," the subordinate said.
"My only worry is if those so-called 'superheroes' show up," the leader admitted.
"Don't worry. The Boss left a Secret Weapon specifically for those heroes."
"A secret weapon?"
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