This Blood Bag Was Poisoned: One Blood Draw Came With a Late-Stage Cancer Package!

Sing Sing loosened his suit and tie, pulled his hat down low, and jumped over the high wall covered with iron mesh.

Upon landing, he performed a forward roll to dissipate the force, then crept into the backyard of the mental hospital, avoiding two yawning security guards.

The entire building was dark, with only a faint red light emanating from the basement ventilation opening, interspersed with intermittent cursing.

That voice was so familiar; even if Old Zhou were reduced to ashes, he would recognize it.

After taking out Da Vinci's Ear Pick Probe, he inserted it into the keyhole and fiddled with it for a few moments Old Zhou pushing the door open and slipping inside.

The corridor walls were splattered with dark red blood; it didn't look like a normal mental hospital at all.

Following the directions of the locator, Sing Sing arrived at the door of a ward and peeked inside.

On the stainless steel operating table lay a pile of odds and ends; arms and legs were neatly cut up, and even intestines were coiled up and placed on a tray.

In the very center is a head covered by a red and black mask.

"Dude, your skills are terrible! The cuts are all crooked and uneven!"

Deadpool's babbling mouth was still going on and on.

His chin rested on the iron plate, and the white eye sockets on his mask swelled and shrank, showing absolutely no awareness of being prey on the chopping block.

Omega Red staggered backward, clutching his chest; his once robust physique now appeared somewhat thin.

The surface of the once firm muscles bulged with fist-sized growths.

They drew blood from the wrong person; this old bastard originally wanted to use Deadpool as a blood transfusion to replenish his body.

As a result, he took a sip and sucked Deadpool's entire body full of abnormal cancer cells into his own body, and now he is in excruciating pain.

"Oh my god, I can't take this! This is a complete, authentic late-stage prostate cancer and bone cancer combo, super nourishing!"

Deadpool's head is still firing off at full speed.

"This is my Uncle Wade's exclusive secret recipe! You look pretty strong, how come you can't even withstand a little bit of cancer? You're too weak, buddy!"

"Shut up... shut up!" The Omega Red kicked over the instrument next to it in anger.

He raised his tentacle, intending to smash that noisy head to pieces, but as soon as he exerted force, the tumor on his chest burst open, gushing out a gush of blood. The pain made him clutch his chest and kneel on the ground.

Deadpool got excited at the sight and started shaking his head from side to side on the plate.

"Dude, your physical condition isn't good. Do you only focus on building muscle and neglect your health? Drink more hot water, you know?"

"Look at you now, covered in so many bumps, you look like a toad that's become a spirit!"

Omega Red was trembling with rage, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, but the cancer cells inside his body were frantically destroying his immune system.

He was truly at his wit's end.

Was it a good thing to get a lot of Wolverine's Healing Factor before?

It turned out that they hadn't gone very far before they learned that the mercenary who came from United States had blown up the God Toilet.

Upon hearing this news, Omega Red was overjoyed. If he couldn't get Wolverine, why couldn't he get Deadpool's Healing Factor?

Arriving near the God Toilet, and looking at the ruins, the Omega Red searched for a while before finding Deadpool inside a toilet bowl, where only his head remained.

This delighted him, as it saved him the trouble of taking the person away.

The Omega Red, carrying Deadpool's head, found some equipment that had fallen nearby. Since it survived the explosion, it must have been some decent materials.

The Omega Red had looted corpses and equipment, circled around several times before finally arriving at its secret hideout.

After recovering for a while, once Deadpool had grown half his body out, he directly poked his tentacles into the other person's body. The Omega Red was still fantasizing about being restored to his prime and being able to take revenge on Wolverine, quickly realized that something was wrong.

Why does it feel worse the more I smoke?

My body still aches and hurts.

I only found out after a checkup that I had cancer!

Omega Red

Sing Sing, who was hiding outside the door, couldn't stand it any longer.

If this guy keeps babbling on, he'll probably get his head kicked in like a ball.

Drawing his Pig Butchering Knife, Old Zhou carefully pushed open the door and crouched down as he walked toward the Omega Red.

He intended to carry out a silent backstab, but Deadpool's sharp eyes spotted Sing Sing immediately.

"Boss! You've finally come to my rescue! Quick, quick, help me find my left buttock again, I've been working on that muscle for ages!"

This scream was so loud it shook the heavens and earth, completely ruining Sing Sing's sneak attack plan.

The Omega Red turned its head immediately upon hearing the noise, but before it could even see what was happening, a cold glint flashed before its eyes.

Sing Sing grabbed Pig Butchering Knife and swung it down. With a clang, the Omega Red's tungsten carbide tentacle was severed on the spot.

Another slash followed, and the Omega Red screamed in agony, clutching its severed arm and staggering backward.

The cancer cells in his body were frantically devouring his life force, leaving him completely powerless.

He sprang up with his toes touching the ground, and the Pig Butchering Knife pierced the other person's ribs.

With a twist and a flick of the Blade, the opponent's leverage point on half of their body was crippled, causing the Omega Red to roll its eyes in pain.

This old guy was already half-dead from cancer, and now he's been severely injured by Sing Sing, falling into a coma.

Sing Sing drew his knife and stepped back, shaking off the blood from the blade.

He stared at the Omega Red on the ground, which looked like a puddle of mud; the thing was completely ruined.

"Our leader is awesome! Our leader is mighty!"

Deadpool's head was still bouncing around on the operating table, staring longingly at Sing Sing.

Old Zhou ignored him completely, tucked the Pig Butchering Knife back into his waistband, walked to the corner and picked up Deadpool's two Adamantium swords.

Then he pulled out the golden Desert Eagle and the malfunctioning teleportation belt that was hissing and smoking.

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out the palm-sized, upgraded Mini Dimensional Box.

"Open Sesame."

The box was opened, and Sing Sing Chow stuffed all the junk and scrap metal inside.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing with my equipment? That's my livelihood!" Deadpool snapped.

His head thrashed wildly, trying to stop Sing Sing's bandit-like behavior.

Sing Sing walked over and grabbed the little tuft of hair on Deadpool's mask, lifting the incessantly talking head into his hand.

"Shut up! If you say another word, I'll throw you in a latrine! Someone like you can't even get equipment? Wait until you grow back!"

Holding Deadpool's head, Sing Sing escaped the mental hospital without alerting anyone.

"Slow down, I get carsick... no, I get dizzy in my hands, can you stop shaking me? I feel like throwing up..."

"What the hell are you doing, with only one head? Hold it in!"

"No, I haven't even gotten myself yet! You can't just leave me like this!"

"Shut up, go back to the butcher shop and they'll sew you a new one, I guarantee it'll be stronger than your current one!"

"I want pink, pink makes me look younger, and my butt needs to be a bit perky, otherwise tight clothes won't look good..."

"Do you believe I'll shove you down the toilet and flush you away!?"