"So, what's my mission this time?"
Deadpool looked curiously at the communications officer and asked.
"Gather enough evidence and expose America's actions to the public."
The communications officer smiled and continued, "This mission is extremely simple for you. After all, you don't have to fear poison gas. Toxic substances simply aren't a threat to you."
America already controlled the Western world's media. America had suppressed this incident, and those Western media outlets that usually poked their noses into everything had collectively fallen silent. Not a single report on the matter had appeared.
So-called freedom of speech was simply a joke. An accident like America's this time was no less serious than Little Japan's discharge of nuclear wastewater, yet there was not a single report about it anywhere in the Western world or European and American society.
It was as if this had never happened at all.
"Of course, there are still some journalists in the West with a sense of justice who want to report this matter. Unfortunately, as long as those reporters go to Ohio, they are immediately arrested. Trying to expose this is simply a joke."
The communications officer wore a mocking expression as he continued, "Our people cannot conveniently go there, and the air there is currently filled with deadly toxins. So we hope Mr. Deadpool can record everything happening at the scene. We'll release it across the entire internet."
"Got it. Easy!"
Deadpool immediately gave a thumbs-up. This was ridiculously easy for him, easier than doing an elementary school student's homework!
"Of course, it would be even better if you could help us take care of a few things."
Seeing this, the communications officer smiled. Everything was understood without being spoken.
"Hehe, got it, got it."
Some things were inconvenient to say outright, but Deadpool was