Boom!
A massive missile explosion sent Deadpool flying. He spun seven thousand two hundred degrees through the air before finally steadying himself and coming to a trembling stop.
Getting a missile shoved up the ass and surviving it—probably nobody but Deadpool could take that.
"Holy shit, who set off those fireworks?!"
Deadpool flew back shakily, his tone less than friendly.
Not only were the rookies on the battlefield speechless, even people from various countries watching the satellite broadcast were utterly stunned.
When had the world become this insane?
Someone being able to fly was one thing, but getting directly hit by an anti-aircraft missile and apparently coming out completely unharmed?
Was this fucking Superman?
Then why did the costume look like Deadpool's?
What the hell was this guy?
The military satellites in this world had extremely high resolution, accurate to within less than a meter. Combined with the battlefield surveillance system, many people on both sides of the conflict, as well as those in their respective camps, had noticed what was happening here.
Based on the photographic data and the abilities Deadpool had displayed, they had even managed to dig up a great deal of related information.
After comparing the data, they found that Deadpool's abilities were somewhat similar to Superman's.
"Say something! Who fired that firecracker?"
Deadpool gritted his teeth as he asked, preparing to land.
Whoosh...
Another familiar shriek sounded. Another anti-aircraft missile came screaming in from a different direction at incredible speed. Deadpool had not even recovered yet and could only watch helplessly as the missile smacked straight into his face.
Boom!
Another violent explosion erupted. This time, the blast wave hurled Deadpool down to the ground, where he crashed hard into the earth.
Yet surprisingly, his body was at least still intact.
Even his iconic