Deadpool Appears!

The noisy sounds in the private room suddenly fell silent. The Mafia bosses present stared wide-eyed at the figure that had appeared out of nowhere, looking completely bewildered. Some of the drunkards even thought they were seeing things and quickly rubbed their eyes.

Some people looked at the figure that had suddenly appeared in front of them and suddenly felt that it looked familiar.

"This, isn't this... damn 'Deadpool'?"

Once people saw the figure's double swords on his back and two pistols on his thighs, those who had seen the movie realized it really was Deadpool! They'd heard young people these days like cosplay, but who was this reckless guy who dared to do it in front of them?

Of course, not everyone thought it was a joke. Someone pulled out a pistol from their pocket and pointed it at "Deadpool" in the private room.

However, just as someone drew their gun, the figure dressed in the "Deadpool" combat suit vanished from everyone's sight in an instant. Before anyone could react, a dazzling flash of light appeared in the private room.

Everyone turned to look, only to see that the "Deadpool" who had just disappeared had somehow reappeared in front of a leader who had just pulled out a pistol. However, the leader did not attack at this moment, but sat there motionless. The next moment, a line of blood suddenly appeared on his neck, and then his entire head fell off his neck. Gushes of blood gushed out from the severed neck, and even more blood spurted from the arteries, staining the faces of the leaders sitting next to him red.

"Him! He!..."

"Someone come quick!"

"F! U! C! K!"

"Kill him!"

As the first leader was killed, chaos erupted in the private room. Everyone present reacted instinctively, some in fear, some calling for help, some cursing, and some drawing their guns.

However, Wade reacted much faster than them. He had only wanted to build up his emotions and enjoy this rare fighting opportunity, but now that it had begun, he would not hold back in the slightest.

With twin swords in hand, he moved through the room with the speed of John Wraith, the silvery-white blades flashing brightly in the private room.

The private room was filled with Mafia bosses, and their underlings were guarding the other private rooms, the door, and the corridor. Hearing the shouts and screams from inside the private room, the group of underlings rushed into the room.

Within seconds, the first group of henchmen guarding the door and the corridor pushed open the door and rushed in. However, what they saw was a sea of blood. The entire private room was almost completely stained with blood. The walls, floor, sofa, and carpet were all covered in blood. The group of Mafia bosses who had been talking loudly inside were now all broken into pieces of incomplete corpses, scattered all over the floor.

As they rushed in, a strong, pungent smell of blood hit them, causing even these Mafia thugs, whose hands were stained with blood, to look on in horror, their chests churning and almost vomiting!

However, the next moment, they saw the only figure still standing in the private room. Some people immediately drew their guns to shoot, but the figure suddenly disappeared. The next moment, they saw a flash of silver light and then lost consciousness.

In a luxurious villa on the outskirts of Los Angeles, a Mafia boss is fast asleep in bed with his mistress in his arms.

Suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air in the room. After glancing at the two naked, intertwined figures lying on the bed, Agent Zero pulled a pistol from his thigh and fired a shot at the man's head.

"Bang!"

The beautiful mistress, with her slender figure, was startled awake by the sudden, sharp gunshot. She quickly opened her eyes and saw that the man lying next to her had a hole the size of a finger in his temple. White brain matter mixed with bright red blood was flowing out, and some of it even flowed onto her body, staining her snow-white skin with a mottled pinkish-red.

"Ah!!!"

A piercing scream tore through the night sky, but Agent Zero was nowhere to be seen in the room.

That night, the Italian Mafia forces in Los Angeles were massacred by an unknown force. All the leaders and above were killed, and the lower-ranking members also suffered heavy losses. The Italian Mafia's influence in the entire Los Angeles area was completely dismantled overnight.

With J.A.R.V.I.S. providing intelligence support, the location of every Mafia stronghold, the boss, and the number of enemies were all clear. Wade and Agent Zero only needed to take action. No one on the death list could escape.

This incident directly alarmed the FBI, and other major gangs in Los Angeles with conflicts of interest with the Mafia became the primary suspects and were subjected to a thorough investigation. Some even suspected that several major gangs had joined forces to wipe out the Italian Mafia overnight.

The crime scene was extremely gruesome. In addition to being shot, a significant number of the Italian Mafia members who were killed were chopped off with sharp weapons similar to samurai swords, their hands, feet, heads, or even cut in half at the waist. This made the Japanese Yakuza the prime suspects.

Strangely, the police found no trace of the killer at the scene—no fingerprints, hair, footprints, nothing. Even the surveillance equipment at the scene was completely destroyed, leaving no image of the killer.

The final analysis of the crime scene shocked everyone. Based on the combat traces left at the crime scene, it was determined that there was only one perpetrator at each location, and their methods of killing were almost identical: using two knives and two guns. It was speculated that it was very likely the work of the same person. In other words, the person who wiped out the entire Los Angeles Italian Mafia overnight was just one person!

When David, the detective in charge of the case Criminal Investigation Department the FBI's Los Angeles office, received the case analysis report and saw the final image of the predicted killer, his eyes widened in surprise.

David glared at his subordinates standing in front of him and roared angrily.

"Are you kidding me?!"

The FBI agent who delivered the report dared not look into his boss's angry gaze and explained with his head down.

"Sir, based on our analysis of the combat traces at the scene, the killer's weapons were two extremely sharp samurai swords and two specially made pistols, and his swordsmanship and marksmanship were both very strong."

David suppressed his anger, shook the report in his hand, and said in a cold voice.

"So, what you're trying to tell me is that the killer who wiped out all the Mafia forces in Los Angeles last night was that damn Deadpool?!"