Deadpool had no intention of indulging this country's civilians. After all, in this country, these stupid people supported whatever their nation did, whether it was right or wrong.
Deadpool didn't care whether such ignorant fools lived or died.
Besides, he had learned from Zhao Yong and the others that many countries in Southeast Asia survived on illegal businesses and were especially unfriendly toward ordinary Chinese people.
Traveling there might be cheap, but all kinds of dangers lurked beneath the surface.
The place was filled with every kind of illegal and criminal activity—scams, organ harvesting, drugs, kidnappings, and all sorts of other messed-up things.
In the Filipino Monkeys, kidnapping Chinese people had practically become an industry chain, and most kidnapping cases ended with the hostages being killed.
Deadpool felt there was no need to go easy on countries like these.
Collateral damage was collateral damage. He simply didn't care.
He wanted to be this world's "Homelander" for once. He wanted to do whatever the hell he pleased.
Boom boom boom...
At that moment, the sound of propellers rose through the air. Deadpool, who had been admiring the fleeing crowd below, looked up toward the source.
Well, would you look at that—two propeller-driven attack planes were rapidly approaching.
But how fast could propeller planes even fly? To Deadpool, they were no different from slowly crawling turtles.
"Fuck, what era is this? Why are propeller planes still showing up?"
Although he had already learned from Zhao Yong and the others that the Filipino Monkeys' main air force fighters were horribly outdated, seeing them for himself still left him speechless.
They had a total of six World War II-era propeller planes, six helicopters, and twelve outdated jet fighters retired by South Korea and given to them. That was the entirety of their air force.