Deadpool Wants to Wear a Sailor Uniform
Several samurai swords tore through the mist and slashed down.
Sing Sing braced himself with one hand on the slippery pool wall, leaping into the air while simultaneously kicking out with alternating leg strikes, knocking over the three attackers.
While submerged in water, Deadpool grabbed a floating bar saucer and slammed it into the face of the nearest thug.
The thugs on the shore, wearing wooden clogs, rushed up in droves, causing chaos around the pool.
Sing Sing landed back in the shallow water and picked up a white towel from the shelf by the pool.
He soaked the towel in water, then with a flick of his wrist, twisted the water-soaked fabric into a sturdy braid.
With a flick of his arm, the wet towel transformed into a steel whip, lashing forward.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Three crisp cracking sounds in succession.
The three tattooed men at the front each had a bright red-purple mark on their faces, and in pain, they covered their faces and fell into the water.
The wooden doors around the house swung open with a clatter, and more henchmen dressed in black suits and carrying long knives poured out from the courtyard corridor.
Deadpool excitedly reached for the twin swords on his back, muttering that he was about to unleash his full power and mow down enemies.
Sing Sing flicked Deadpool on the back of the head and grabbed his tactical strap.
"Don't embarrass yourself here, press your belt!"
"I haven't even made my move yet! If this airs, viewers will think I only know how to throw wooden tubs! I demand a reshoot!" Deadpool thrashed about in the water.
"I'll hit you again, my foot! One more word and I'll deduct your pay!"
Deadpool grumbled and randomly pressed buttons on his belt, complaining about the unresponsive buttons on the secondhand equipment.
A blue light flashed, and the two figures vanished into thin air amidst the chaos of blades, leaving behind only a pool of boiling water and bewildered gang members.
Slippery slippery slippery
Inside the Japanese-style room at the headquarters of the Ōedo Family, sandalwood burned in an incense burner in the corner, its smoke rising in wisps.
In front of the tatami mat, several henchmen knelt in a row, their foreheads pressed against the backs of their hands, their bodies soaked in sweat.
"Your subordinate is incompetent!"
The leader of the thugs swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "Two strange men fell from the sky. One of them was wearing a red and black bodysuit and seemed mentally unstable. The other..."
The woman sitting in the main seat wore a dark purple kimono, and her hair was piled high.
She is none other than Ōedo Family, the young Kumiko Yamaguchi family.
The image of the timid, unfashionable homeroom teacher from the daytime has completely vanished.
"What other characteristic?" she asked calmly, gently stirring the floating tea leaves with the lid of her teapot.
"Black hair, wearing a black suit."
The younger brother quickly added, "He's extremely skilled. He only used a wet towel and knocked down all three of us brothers in one move. Here are two portraits..."
As he spoke, the younger brother carefully pushed the portraits of the two people right under the young lady's nose.
Kumiko Yamaguchi was somewhat surprised to notice the person in the painting.
Hoshino Seiichi?
A transfer student from Class 3-D, staying up late at night, went to bathe in the hot springs at the Ōedo Family's headquarters?
That excuse is so blatant, even a ghost wouldn't believe it.
A quiet alleyway in Tokyo.
Two wet figures landed next to the trash can.
Sing Sing steadied himself, wrung out the water from the hem of his suit jacket, and poured the water out of his shoes.
Deadpool took off his mask, wrung out half a pound of water, and complained, "Why won't you let me take a bath? I haven't showered in a week. I smell worse than a pineapple pie pulled out of the toilet!"
Sing Sing snorted and continued to straighten his clothes.
"So, what are you doing here?"
Deadpool leaned closer and asked curiously, "Playing role-playing? Or are you on some secret mission to save troubled high school girls? Can I join you?"
"I'm an undercover high school student! Don't interfere!"
"High school student?!"
Deadpool was so excited that he spun around twice on the spot.
"I've been to school for so many years! I want to wear a uniform and be the school bully! I want to join the light music club, and I want to have a pure and innocent romance with a beautiful girl on the rooftop!"
He got more and more excited as he spoke, and even started planning his campus life. "Yes, I can pretend to be a transfer student, and my name will be 'Wade Pure Love God of War Wilson'. Do you think I look better in a sailor uniform or a stand-up collar uniform? Should I bring a lunchbox to exchange secrets with the school beauty?"
Looking at that pockmarked face, Sing Sing scolded him with exasperation, "Your face is so ugly, even a diagnosis of 'ma' would be beneath you! Are you trying to cause a zombie apocalypse by going to school?"
"The security guards will throw you out with a pitchfork from two streets away! A pure love god of war? Do you see any pure love god of war who looks like an avocado mutated by radiation?"
Deadpool's shoulders slumped as he was being yelled at.
He walked to the corner, squatted down, and drew circles in the mud with his finger, his voice filled with grievance.
"How dare you attack my appearance? Vanessa said I have a wild, battle-worn look, with a mature man's charm. You clueless single dog wouldn't understand!"
Looking at his behavior, Sing Sing knew that he couldn't just rely on scolding this stubborn guy.
You have to go along with it, give them a beating and then offer a sweet treat.
He walked over and nudged Deadpool's shoe.
"Alright, stop playing the victim."
Sing Sing crouched down, patted Deadpool on the shoulder, and spoke with a hint of respect.
"Old Wei, it's not that I don't want to include you. But think about it, look at the mess things are in over there in United States right now!"
Deadpool stopped drawing circles, looked up, and looked puzzled in his single eye.
Sing Sing began to skillfully make grand promises.
"Our employees are having a really tough time over there. Those bastards from the Silver Peak Consortium are hiding in the shadows, running some kind of cloning assembly line, turning all of New York into a mess!"
"Besides you, the world's number one mercenary, who can handle this situation?"
"Who can come and go freely in their secret warehouse?"
Who can make them run away in terror?
Deadpool stood up, straightened his bodysuit, and said hesitantly and uncertainly, "Me?"
"Of course, who else could it be but you?"
Sing Sing stood up, placed his hands on Deadpool's shoulders, looked him straight in the eye, and said sincerely, "Your abilities and experience are tailor-made for this kind of high-difficulty mission!"
Upon hearing this, Deadpool proudly puffed out his chest.
"As long as you handle this matter perfectly and find out the truth about that mysterious Lady from Silver Peak."
Sing Sing held up one finger, "Getting a permanent position is no problem. I can even ask the leadership to give you the title of 'Chief Strategy Officer of the North America Division'."
"When you return to New York with this business card, everyone will call you 'Manager Wei'."
Upon hearing these remarks, Deadpool was fully revived.
"Leave it to me!"
Deadpool, brimming with fighting spirit, roared, "Those bastards from Silver Peak, I'm going back to bleed them all dry! Wade, Chief Strategy Officer for North America, is officially online!"
He pressed hard on his belt.
"New York, ready to go. Stephen, wait for my good news! Remember to print my business card in gold foil! Make it look even more impressive than Tony Stark!"
Deadpool vanished without a trace, and the alley returned to calm.
This guy is so easy to fool. I was just about to give him two hundred yuan to get rid of him!
With Deadpool causing trouble in the US, Silver Peak's days are numbered.
Tonight's exploration of the old school building was interrupted by Deadpool, but they still managed to figure out some things about the underground area.
We must find an opportunity to explore this place again.
As for now...
Let's go to sleep first...