Once Wakanda lost vibranium, the foundation it relied on, everyone could imagine what would happen to the country.
And since Wakanda's army had now been wiped out as well, Chen Mu did not bother asking what exactly had happened.
Deadpool was quite ruthless when it came down to it. As a representative antihero, unlike those so-called Super Heroes, he did not care about maintaining some sanctimonious image. He had never considered himself a hero.
For profit, he could resort to any means necessary.
"This matter is settled, Chen Mu. Do you have any similar jobs? I can get started earning Reward Points sooner."
He had obtained a reward of fifteen million in just two days, leaving Deadpool thrilled. He wanted to strike while the iron was hot; if there were similar missions, he could complete them as soon as possible.
"Where would you find that many good deals?"
Chen Mu rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Normally, when Reincarnators go to different worlds to carry out missions, they're doing well if they make an average of ten thousand Reward Points per world. You've already earned fifteen million, so what more do you want? Can't you leave some for everyone else?"
Deadpool really was greedy.
"Isn't it so I can pay back the money sooner? I want to finish repaying those Reward Points early. Who wants to work this hard? Isn't lounging in the sun every day better? Do you think I don't know how comfortable it is to hold a phone, watch videos, and play games?"
If life had not forced his hand, who would want to work so hard every day?
"Fine, fine. My vacation is about over too. Since you want to take on missions, come with me."
After resting for several days, Chen Mu was preparing to