How Dare You Take My Skin as a Trophy?!

"Don't go, bro!"

"Since you're already here, why not leave the Wi-Fi password before you go?"

Deadpool's eyes lit up, and he started swaying to the beat in a mesmerizing little dance, his hands swinging wildly back and forth.

"Today I have to show my family some hardcore talent! Get ready, this is my privately kept, ten-year-old, uncensored, high-definition Blu-ray video of a blonde nun battling a tentacle monster!"

"And all those tens of thousands of 'haha' comments that floated by, stuff them all into your Nick Fury head!"

A series of sparks erupted from the Game Master's headset, and his previously indifferent face twisted into a mask of pain.

"You madman... you're a complete and utterly inexplicable psychopath!"

"What do you mean by 'this chapter is two thousand words'? What do you mean by 'the author is padding the word count again due to writer's block'?!"

"Get out of my mental center! Get out of here now!"

"Don't go, Nick Fury! Let's talk about how many times the Marvel Universe has been rebooted!"

"By the way, I have some bad news for you. The big data price discrimination won't apply to you because you're actually a third-rate villain who can't even sell a twenty-yuan plastic figurine!"

"Even individual keywords are Pinduoduo- buying platform for popularity!"

On the other side, the chaotic mental currents running rampant in Deadpool's mind overwhelmed the control circuits.

Ma Jun, who was in a state of confusion, shook his head and came to his senses.

Having worked on major cases for so many years, he knew all too well that such remote, psychological control inevitably relied on physical signal amplification repeaters.

His gaze swept quickly across the dimly lit hall, and Ma Jun locked onto a black device behind the broken pillars of the altar.

That thing is about half a meter square.

Its surface shimmered with a red light, and its high-frequency vibrations produced annoying buzzing sounds.

It really was just this piece of junk putting on a show!

Without saying a word, Ma Jun rushed over and delivered a powerful high sweeping kick, slamming it hard into the side of the strange device.

With a loud crash, the metal casing, along with the circuit board inside, was kicked to pieces.

The Game Master in mid-air let out a wail and vanished into the air as garbled code.

Colossus shook his head, his confusion fading. "What did I just do? Comrade Ma Jun, I almost committed a crime against you!"

"It's just a minor injury; let's tie this stray cat up securely first."

Ma Jun hopped on one foot; his right ankle throbbed slightly.

Pressing the headset, Ma Jun began his report, "Calling headquarters, the surface of the Chicago Cathedral stronghold has been cleared, and one suspect has been apprehended."

Deadpool lay sprawled in the rubble, hands behind his head, smacking his lips with a hint of lingering satisfaction. "Not bad, living in the mountains is really not bad..."

"Isn't this much more exciting than Boruto: Naruto Next Generations?"

"It's been a long time since I've encountered such a durable brain-computer interface. I need to ask my boss tomorrow to weld two big earpieces onto my forehead so I can eavesdrop on radio broadcasts across America..."

New Orleans Louisiana.

The Silver Peak Consortium's underground biological purification plant is buried ten meters below the humus layer in this stagnant swamp.

Yang Jianhua walked at the front, a soft sword still sheathed was pressed against the back of his forearm.

The Gambit had his hands in his pockets, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the observation windows on either side.

"Mon ami, I know this place like the back of my hand. I was in charge of overseeing the outer defenses and patrol duties three months ago."

"But back then, there wasn't such a strong smell of death here."

Jacqueline, who was at the back, remained silent.

The deeper she went into the passage, the more erratic her breathing became, and goosebumps involuntarily rose on her skin.

Those were sounds and smells etched into my very being.

"Messenger, your heart rate is too high."

"If you can't control the traumatic stress, you can stay outside and be on guard."

Yang Jianhua stopped in front of the door at the end of the road, turned around and looked at Jacqueline, whose face was pale.

"No need, I... I've been waiting for this day for so long, my bones are practically growing hair!"

Jacqueline clenched her fists and slammed them together in front of her chest, then stepped over Yang Jianhua and kicked the door open.

The stench of blood, ten times stronger than outside, hit us head-on.

Jacqueline felt a churning in her stomach, and her eyes quickly became bloodshot and red.

Only a few emergency lights were on in this underground core warehouse, and the floor was lit up with broken glass and discarded experimental records.

"Who's so rude? You have to knock before entering a lady's room, don't you?"

In the shadows, a woman with long, bright blonde hair stood up.

Old scars covered his brow bone and cheeks. His vertical pupils scanned the three of them before finally settling on Jacqueline's face.

"Bloodlust, Beata!"

The Gambit' eyes turned cold, and a handful of playing cards appeared between his fingers.

"I can't believe you'd dare stay in New Orleans as a gatekeeper."

Bloodlust ignored Gambit and tilted its head to sniff.

"This smell... it's so familiar... it's the stench of a cheap feline mixed in."

"But I could smell that cowardly bedbug odor from three blocks away."

She took two steps forward, her sharp claws rubbing against each other.

"Who do we have here? It's that little dwarf Jacob, crying and begging for mercy on the operating table, his brains sawed into a jumbled mess!"

"Hahaha..."

Jacqueline's neck veins bulged. "Shut your filthy mouth, Beata! Of all the people who grabbed my shoulder that day, your claws sank the deepest!"

"You have a good memory, little dwarf, oh, no, wait."

"Now you're a stunning beauty! You must still remember how beautifully you screamed when you were being skinned alive, right?"

Bloodlust burst into laughter, clutching his stomach. "All the original parts were shredded and fed to the dogs, and now you think you're all that just because you've changed your skin?"

Yang Jianhua's eyes were cold as he pushed open the sword guard with his right thumb. "Why waste words with this beast? Just cripple her limbs and take her back for interrogation."

You want to interrogate me?

"That depends on whether this leggy idiot agrees. I've saved her a big surprise!"

With Bloodlust grin, he raised his leg and kicked a nearby shelf of specimens that hadn't been emptied yet.

The metal frame collapsed with a loud crash.

The glass jar filled with preservative solution was smashed on the ground and shattered.

Only the topmost glass jar rolled over and hit the toe of Jacqueline's boot.

The Gambit glanced down and nearly crushed the deck of cards in his hand.

"You damned scum, you bunch of beasts!"

The liquid in the glass jar sloshed around.

What was soaking inside was none other than the entire male face of Jacob that had been peeled off.

The pale, swollen skin stretched slightly under the green light, and the empty eye sockets faced Jacqueline above.

It was as if it were a silent indictment of the torment and humiliation that had lasted for three days and three nights.

"Do you see clearly now? This is what you should look like! This is your true, lowly, and pathetic destiny!"

Even if you don this strong and beautiful mother beast's hide!

In my eyes, you will always be nothing more than a piece of trash whose flesh I can peel away piece by piece, rotting away in despair!

Bloodlust spread its arms and let out a low growl.

Jacqueline stared at the wreckage in the jar, her tactical bodysuit stretched to its limit by her bulging muscles.