Deadpool: I'm on the 749 Bureau's payroll!
"Brother Zhou, I can really go to work now!"
"That's a load of rubbish!"
Sing Sing jumped back and examined the pair of steel wings that gleamed with a cold light.
"What if your wing screws come loose while you're flying, and you fall down and hit the flowers and plants?"
Upon hearing this, Professor Jiang Si slammed the wrench he was holding onto the table, his beard bristling and eyes wide with fury as he roared:
"You are insulting the dignity of a scientist! My work has undergone rigorous testing through eighty-one tests!"
"We'll need to observe you for a week! Once the rejection reaction stabilizes and your neural synchronization rate is up to standard, I'll arrange for you to start working."
The Mayfly's blue mechanical eyes blinked. "So, can I really go back in a week?"
"Certainly."
Sing Sing stood on tiptoe, patted the cyberpunk youth's metallic shoulder, and spoke earnestly.
"The organization has always valued humanity. First, take care of this piece of junk... no, I mean, take care of this cutting-edge technology."
"Okay, Brother Zhou! I'll try my best to recover!"
Just as Sing Sing thought the young man was sensible, Luke took a couple of steps and suddenly turned around to stare at him.
"Brother Zhou, according to my ingredient analysis, the trans fatty acids and preservatives in these spicy snacks are way too high. Eating too much can affect wound healing, so you should eat less!"
Before Lao Zhou could speak, Professor Jiang Si sneered and walked out with his hands behind his back.
"Did you hear that? The fact that you're still standing here alive is already a miracle in the history of human medicine! Stop eating those cheap, five-cent junk foods!"
Sing Sing clutched his chest.
Why does this old man's talk sound exactly like what his second aunt said when she was pressuring him to get married?
As he left the joint center, Lao Zhou wondered if there was anything else he hadn't taken care of.
Oh, right, that lunatic in the red bodysuit is still lying in the ward.
As Lao Zhou hummed a little tune, he arrived at the ward door and heard a passionate voice coming from the television.
"Our reporter is reporting live from the scene that Japan and Korea are still clashing over the recent diplomatic dispute... Japan strongly condemns Korea agent Park Gukchang..."
Upon hearing this news, Sing Sing's ears perked up.
Wow, Park Gukchang's fire is burning really bright.
Sing Sing pushed open the door and immediately saw Deadpool lying on the hospital bed in a hospital gown, with a brand-new mask over his head, his hands behind his head, and his legs crossed, watching TV.
"Huh? Where did you get that hood?"
Deadpool turned his head and looked down; the eyes on his mask had become the moon.
"Boss! You've finally arrived!"
Deadpool sprang up from the bed with a somersault.
"This is a sign of the organization's care for me! That nurse sewed it by hand; there are a few loose threads, but that's love!"
"A person's appearance must be respectable while they're alive! Especially for a man like me who's about to become a public servant, image is a form of fighting power!"
The next second, this guy's "combat power" completely collapsed.
Deadpool flipped off the bed, his knees scraping against the smooth floor...
He smoothly slid to a kneeling stop in front of Sing Sing.
He grabbed Sing Sing's right leg with both hands and started wailing at the top of his lungs. "Boss! My knife! My gun! My teleportation belt! They are all my children! You can't separate us from our own flesh and blood!"
Sing Sing looked down at him, and thought, "Good heavens!"
That jerk is wiping his snot all over his pants!
"Let go first!"
"No! Unless you give me back my equipment, I'll die on your lap!"
"You were wearing a hospital gown and trying to grovel at the boss; that's a very bad example! The security cameras are watching!"
"I even wear the same cotton shorts the hospital provides now, I don't care about my appearance anymore! I don't care!"
"Let go! Let go and I'll give it to you!" Sing Sing completely surrendered.
Upon hearing this, Deadpool quickly let go and stood up, staring longingly at the Lao Zhou.
Open the Mini Dimensional Box.
With a flash of light, two Adamantium twin blades, two golden Desert Eagles, and a barrier teleportation belt were successively drawn.
After the equipment fell into Deadpool's arms, a deafening cheer erupted in the hospital room.
My darling! My sweetheart!
After spinning around in place with his twin swords, Deadpool then picked up the Golden Desert Eagle, puckered his lips, and kissed the barrel of the gun several times, leaving long strands of saliva.
"Alright, Comrade Wade! Now let's get down to business!"
Deadpool straightened his posture, grabbed his gear, and stamped his foot. "Boss, please give your instructions!"
"Great! Very spirited! After review by the organization, your performance in Japan is generally rated as excellent!"
"Wade, you're now a key player in the 749 Bureau."
"The organization has already commended you for your actions. You did a good job in rescuing people in Japan, evacuating them, and containing the military. However, due to your special status, we cannot openly shelter you at the moment, otherwise it would easily provoke international public opinion."
Deadpool nodded repeatedly, his eyepatch blinking wildly. "I get it, I get it, a secret agent, right? Like James Bond, carrying a license to kill, picking up girls everywhere... no, I mean, carrying out missions everywhere!"
"You really know?" Sing Sing looked at him suspiciously.
"Of course." Deadpool stood even straighter. "Great heroes rarely stand in the spotlight! Because true powerhouses are accustomed to protecting the world from the shadows! I'm Batman!"
Sing Sing almost burst out laughing, but quickly picked up the water glass next to him to cover it up.
"So, you'll have to continue operating outside as an unofficial staff member."
Deadpool's eyepiece returned to normal. "Unofficial? I knew it! These days even superheroes have to sign temporary employment contracts!"
"Don't rush." Sing Sing took a document out of his pocket and placed it on the table. "Your practical assessment is still ongoing. As long as you complete the task, you'll naturally have a chance to become a full-time employee."
Deadpool grabbed the document and quickly flipped through a few pages.
"Go to United States?"
"Right."
"Looking for someone with spatial abilities?"
"Right."
"Try to bring them back?"
"Right."
Deadpool put down the file and fell into deep thought.
Sing Sing pressed his advantage. "The situation in United States is complicated right now. There's Silver Peak, Stryker, the Brotherhood, and a bunch of troublesome figures lurking in the shadows. You're familiar with the environment there and have the ability to protect yourself. Most importantly, with your status, the targets will be less wary of you when you go looking for someone."
"Because they'll think I'm crazy?"
"That's called approachability."
Deadpool, his blood boiling, exclaimed, "Boss, I get it! The organization isn't giving me a title yet so that I can act as a free agent to uphold world peace!"
Sing Sing nodded solemnly, "A promising young man."
The atmosphere in the ward was building to its peak when the door was suddenly pushed open.
"Sing Sing, I heard you're here! Let's go grab some hot pot for lunch!"
Cao Dahua poked his head in, a lewd grin on his face. "Let me tell you, that restaurant has a special price on mutton today. If you're a moment late, you won't even get the broth!"
As he spoke, Cao Dahua saw Deadpool being blocked by Sing Sing. He took two steps back, and with lightning speed, he reached into his coat with his right hand, pulled out a pistol, and pointed it directly at Deadpool.
What are you doing here?!
"Who's here? Isn't that Sing Sing?"
As he spoke, a large nose came into Deadpool's view before his face did.
I don't know why Deadpool is wearing a bunny headgear.