Noah's Attitude

Countless terrifying insects bit into him. By Noah and Frank's reckoning, no one could endure that.

In fact, Deadpool's reaction had indeed been just as expected.

But before long, both men's expressions changed.

Though Deadpool was still screaming miserably, was it really because he could no longer bear the pain?

Noah's expression remained calm.

Yet inwardly, he was already feeling helpless.

Damn it, it seemed the reason this guy had gained an immortal body was connected to torture.

On top of that, he had suffered who knew how many injuries. Perhaps he truly wasn't afraid of pain.

Faced with someone who feared neither death nor pain.

He had to admit that he had no idea what to do with Deadpool.

His gaze flickered as Noah spoke.

"Wade, I think you should consider this. Ten million is no small sum.

"Even if you don't really need money, don't you have parents? Or a girlfriend?"

Noah's tone was exceptionally calm when he spoke.

His patient, persuasive manner even made Wade, trapped within the swarm, fall silent for a moment.

Noah's words conveyed two things.

First, he knew Wade's identity. Second, Wade should think about his family.

Those words made Wade think of Vanessa.

She was the only love of his life.

He had not contacted Vanessa in a long time, but that did not mean he did not love her.

Though countless insects were biting him, Wade did not care in the slightest.

He was only thinking about that ten million.

Even the contract he had accepted this time was only worth a few hundred thousand.

As for the principle of protecting his employer?

Sorry, he had never had one.

He had only one principle: doing whatever he felt like.

In other words, as long as the money was there, anything went.

It was the first time anyone had offered such a high price as ten million.

"Fine, but you have to make these little cuties stop."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Corpse-Eating Insects that filled the sky flew away and burrowed into the sewers.

Looking at Deadpool before them, both men could not help shuddering.

After being gnawed apart by the Corpse-Eating Insects, Deadpool no longer looked remotely human.

Yet when he had spoken moments ago, there had been no abnormality whatsoever in his tone.

To Noah, ten million was a good number.

It was not a small amount, but it was not too much either.

More importantly, he did not merely want to trade Wade for information. He had his eye on Wade himself as well.

If he wanted to thrive in a world like Marvel, he needed to gather more people under him.

Otherwise, his research results would practically become someone else's backyard.

Having only the Punisher was far from enough to put him at ease.

He was even considering how to use the T-Virus to enhance Frank.

If he succeeded, his company's security capabilities would become unprecedentedly formidable.

Being able to get Deadpool for ten million made this deal well worth it.

As for whether it would succeed, Noah had never considered that.

Just like the Punisher, as long as Wade still had attachments, he was unlikely to refuse Noah's recruitment.

Deadpool only cared about money now, but wasn't he earning all that money for Vanessa?

Noah had thought it through clearly.

The three did not remain at the scene for long.

They had already left after hearing the wail of police sirens.

This was not a good place to talk.

After arranging for a car, the three returned to Umbrella and only then began their discussion.

"So, who exactly hired you?"

Wade chuckled, then covered his face and said in a sleazy tone,

"Don't be in such a rush. Before doing something like this, there has to be some foreplay.

"For example, you tell me to open my mouth, I refuse, then we go back and forth a few times, and finally you force yourself on me..."

As he spoke, Wade's restored face was already full of coy shyness. Combined with that face of his... well, it was utterly revolting.

Noah's face darkened.

He had no idea how to suppress the urge to kill him.

Frank, standing beside him, frowned even more deeply.

His years in the military had brought him into contact with plenty of mercenaries.

Some of them had even earned his respect.

Their positions had simply differed.

But he did not like Deadpool.

In fact, he utterly despised him.

This was a man without any bottom line.

For money, he was willing to betray his employer so casually. That had already violated the lowest standard of an assassin.

They simply still needed him to reveal the information.

Once they had it, Frank would definitely advise his boss to kill this scum.

Noah stared at Wade expressionlessly.

At last, Wade fell silent.

"Fine, talking to people like you is no fun at all. It was more interesting talking to those little cuties last time.

"If you want information, where's the money?"

Wade looked at Noah.

Noah did not hesitate. He had Wade provide an account number, then transferred ten million into it.

Only after seeing that did Wade say with a cheerful grin,

"Nicely done. Actually, if you're willing to add a little more, I..."

Noah directly cut him off.

"Get to the point. Who hired you?"

Wade picked up seamlessly.

"Kingpin."

Noah's pupils contracted.

So it really was him!

Noah's expression did not change, but killing intent already surged within him.

Only by living in Hell's Kitchen could one understand Kingpin's influence in this place.

The conflict between Noah and Kingpin had already become irreconcilable.

Since that was the case, even if Kingpin's death caused turmoil in Hell's Kitchen, Noah had to act!

Noah said without hesitation,

"I'll give you another two million. Tell me Kingpin's location. Also, if you're willing, I can hire you as my personal bodyguard for an annual salary of another two million.

"At the same time, you can bring your girlfriend to live near Umbrella.

"I can guarantee that she will receive the most meticulous protection here.

"I can even promise you that I will do everything in my power to restore your skin."

Two million was the price Noah had offered Frank.

Wade was undoubtedly worth that much too.

The current Deadpool only possessed an immortal body.

But if he underwent modifications, he could absolutely become one of Noah's greatest weapons.

Hearing Noah's terms, Wade whistled.

"Not bad terms. They're making me want to offer up my ass immediately.

"But my face probably can't be restored."

Noah said directly,

"In biological engineering, Umbrella is absolutely first-rate.

"And although I'm young, I'm also among the best in the field of biochemistry.

"If even Umbrella can't solve your problem, then no one else in the world will be able to solve it either.

"I won't make you any promises, but I can guarantee that I'll do my best.

"Besides, have you considered that perhaps your girlfriend doesn't care about your face?"

Wade's disfigurement was purely the result of his excessively powerful regenerative abilities. Honestly, Noah had no confidence that he could solve it either.

But regardless of whether he succeeded, once he made such a promise, Wade would not only refrain from opposing research into his genes—he might even be eager to become a lab rat.

As for Wade's girlfriend, Noah still remembered some details.

Thus, he could be certain that as long as Wade dared to meet Vanessa once, they could reconcile.

The reason Wade had become the way he was now, aside from the torture that had broken him, was mainly because his disfigurement made him unable to face Vanessa.

Noah even hoped that if this problem could be resolved, perhaps Wade could become a normal man?

Though Wade did not state his position on the spot, he still sold out Kingpin's location without hesitation.

After obtaining Kingpin's location, Noah said,

"Frank, make the preparations.

"Our Strategic Security Force should get moving too."

The Strategic Security Force was a private armed force Noah had begun assembling after Frank joined him.

Frank led it, with the special operations veterans he had brought in serving as its main force.

Together with the weapons Noah had carefully prepared, this armed force was certainly not weak.

Though it was publicly the company's security department, in reality, it was his private armed force.

Everyone who joined had signed the appropriate agreements.

This would also become the foundation of the future security forces for Umbrella and Anobella.

Frank's expression immediately turned solemn.

"Don't worry, boss. We won't disappoint you!"

Noah nodded.

The Strategic Security Force was one aspect, but biological weapons were equally indispensable.

When dealing with a cunning enemy with multiple hideouts, he had to kill with one decisive blow to avoid further trouble.

Since the destruction of one Irish Mob could not deter Hell's Kitchen.

Then he would add Kingpin to that list as well!

Yesterday, all you big shots went wild. Treasure chests were flying everywhere. I wonder if you all opened any.

Ahem, I overestimated myself. I said I'd try to boost the numbers at the start of the month, but... the results were miserable, even worse than the past few days.

Sure enough, people like me who never make it big should wait until the middle of the month and see if we can recover a little.

I used to keep every chapter at around two thousand characters, but lately they've kept getting longer. What a headache.