Noah's Attitude

According to Noah and Frank's thoughts, no one could endure the bites of countless swarms of terrifying insects.

In fact, Deadpool's performance proved them right.

However, the expressions on both their faces changed quickly.

Although Deadpool was still screaming miserably, was it truly because he couldn't bear the pain?

Noah's face remained calm.

Internally, however, he was already feeling helpless.

Damn it, the reason this guy is immortal seems to be related to torture.

Plus, who knows how many injuries he's sustained; maybe he really doesn't fear pain.

Facing someone who neither feared death nor pain.

He had to admit, he was a little unsure of what to do with Deadpool.

His eyes flickered, and Noah spoke:

"Wade, I think you should reconsider. Ten million is a substantial amount. Even if you don't need money much yourself, don't you have parents or a girlfriend?"

Noah spoke with a very calm tone.

His persuasive approach even caused Wade, amidst the swarm, to fall silent for a moment.

Noah's words conveyed two meanings.

First, he knew the other party's identity. Second, you should consider your family.

This statement made Wade think of Vanessa.

She was his one true love.

He hadn't contacted Vanessa in a long time, but that didn't mean he didn't love her.

Even with countless insects biting him, Wade paid them no mind.

He was only thinking about that ten million.

Even the current commission he accepted was only a few hundred thousand.

As for the principle of protecting his employer?

Sorry, he never had one.

He only had one principle: it depended on his mood.

In other words, as long as the money was right, he was in.

This was the first time someone had offered such a high price of ten million.

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

As soon as he finished speaking, the overwhelming swarm of ghoul worms flew away and burrowed into the sewers.

Looking at Deadpool before them, both of them couldn't help but shiver.

Having been devoured and bitten by the ghoul worms, Deadpool no longer resembled a human.

Yet, during the time he spoke, one couldn't detect any abnormality in his tone.

For Noah, ten million was a good number.

Not a lot, but not insignificant either.

The key was that he not only wanted to obtain information from Wade, but he also had designs on the man himself.

To thrive in a world like Marvel, he couldn't do it with too few people.

Otherwise, his research achievements would simply be someone else's playground.

Currently, having only the Punisher was far from enough to put him at ease.

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

If successful, his company's security would be unprecedentedly strong.

Being able to get Deadpool for ten million was a very worthwhile deal.

As for whether it would succeed, Noah hadn't considered it.

Just like the Punisher, as long as Wade still had connections, it was unlikely he would refuse Noah's offer.

Deadpool only cared about money now, but wasn't the reason he earned that money for Vanessa?

Noah had thought it through clearly.

The three of them didn't linger at the scene.

Upon hearing the wail of police sirens, they left.

It wasn't a good place to talk.

They arranged for a car to pick them up, and after returning to Umbrella, they began their discussion.

"So, who exactly hired you?"

Wade chuckled, then covered his face and said with a smirk, "Don't be so impatient. Before doing something like this, there should always be some foreplay.

Like, you ask me to open my mouth, I refuse, then you try again and again, and finally, you force yourself in..."

As he spoke, Wade's now-healed face was flushed with a shy expression, which, combined with his appearance, was… utterly disgusting.

Noah's face darkened.

He felt an urge to kill, struggling to restrain himself.

Frank, standing nearby, furrowed his brow.

His military service had exposed him to many mercenaries.

There were even some he had admired.

It was just that their allegiances differed.

But he disliked Deadpool.

He disliked him intensely.

This was a man with no bottom line.

Willing to easily betray his employer for money – that violated a killer's code.

However, they still needed him to extract information.

Once they got the intel, he would definitely advise the boss to kill this scumbag.

Noah stared at Wade expressionlessly.

Finally, Wade fell silent.

"Alright, chatting with people like you is boring. It's not as fun as my last conversation with Little Cutie.

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

Wade looked at Noah.

Noah didn't hesitate. He had Wade give him an account number and then transferred ten million.

Seeing this, Wade chuckled and said, "Nicely done. In fact, if you were willing to add a bit more, I..."

Noah cut him off.

"Get straight to the point. Who hired you?"

Wade seamlessly interjected, "Kingpin."

Noah's pupils contracted.

It was him!

Noah's expression remained unchanged, but killing intent surged within him.

Only by being in Hell's Kitchen could one truly feel Kingpin's power in this place.

And the conflict between him and Kingpin was irreconcilable.

Since that was the case, even if Kingpin's death would bring turmoil to Hell's Kitchen, he had to act!

Noah said without hesitation, "I'll give you another two million to tell me Kingpin's location. Also, if you're willing, I can hire you as my personal bodyguard for two million a year.

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

I can guarantee she'll receive the best protection here.

I can even promise you that I'll do my utmost to repair your skin."

The two million was the price he had offered Frank.

Wade was undoubtedly worth that price.

Currently, Deadpool only possessed immortality.

But with modifications, he could definitely become a powerful weapon for Noah.

Upon hearing Noah's conditions, Wade whistled.

"Good terms. I'm so tempted I could offer you my backside right now.

But my face… I doubt that can be fixed."

Noah stated directly, "When it comes to bio-engineering, Umbrella is absolutely top-tier.

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

If even Umbrella can't solve your problem, then no one else in the world can.

I won't make any guarantees like you, but I can promise to do my best.

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

Wade's disfigurement was purely due to his overly powerful regenerative ability; honestly, Noah wasn't confident he could fix it.

But regardless of success, if he made such a promise, Wade wouldn't just not object to studying his genes, he'd probably be eager to be a test subject.

As for Wade's girlfriend problem, Noah had some recollection.

So he was certain that as long as Wade dared to meet Vanessa, they could reconcile.

The reason Wade had become this way, besides the torture that broke him, was mainly his disfigurement, which made him unable to face Vanessa.

Noah secretly hoped that if he could solve this problem, perhaps Wade could become a normal man?

Although Wade didn't immediately agree, he still unhesitatingly sold out Kingpin's location.

After obtaining Kingpin's location, Noah spoke:

"Frank, get ready.

It's time for our Strategic Security Force to make a move."

The Strategic Security Force was a private armed force Noah began assembling after Frank joined.

Led by Frank, it was mainly composed of the special forces veterans he recruited.

Combined with the weapons Noah had meticulously prepared, this armed force was definitely not weak.

Although it was ostensibly the company's security department, it was actually his private armed force.

Everyone who joined had signed the relevant agreements.

This would also be the foundational department for Umbrella and Anobella's future security forces.

Frank's expression immediately turned serious.

"Boss, don't worry, I won't let you down!"

Noah nodded.

The Strategic Security Force was one aspect; bio-weapons were also essential.

To deal with someone who had multiple hideouts, a decisive blow was necessary to avoid further trouble.

Since the demise of one Irish Mob couldn't deter Hell's Kitchen, Then let's add Kingpin to that list!

The big shots were on a killing spree yesterday, with treasure chests flying everywhere. I wonder if everyone went to open them.

Ahem, I overestimated myself, thinking I could boost my stats at the beginning of the month, but the result... it was dismal, worse than the previous few days.

As expected, us failures should wait until the middle of the month to see if we can recover some strength.

I originally aimed for 2000 words per chapter, but lately, I've been writing more and more, which is a headache.