Dead Again!
Clang!
The heavy iron-barred cell door opened. Jiang Hao opened his eyes as a fat guard walked in carrying a tray piled with chunks of something resembling luncheon meat.
This was the food the experimental base prepared for its test subjects, made from beef, chicken, vegetables, and nutritional supplements, similar to space food. In his memories, Deadpool had been eating this stuff for a long time.
"Mr. Wilson, time to eat," the fat guard said mockingly.
He stopped in front of Jiang Hao, placed the tray on the nearby table, speared a chunk of luncheon meat with a fork, and held it up to Jiang Hao. Jiang Hao opened his mouth, and the fat guard viciously shoved the fork in, nearly ramming the meat straight down his throat.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Jiang Hao coughed hard.
"Hahahaha! Look how lucky you are. I have to serve you everything—eating, drinking, shitting, pissing. You fucking deserve to die. Why don't you just die already? So many methods couldn't kill you. You really do have a long life," the fat guard said through gritted teeth.
Jiang Hao shot the fat guard an icy look. "I don't know when I'll die, but I do know that you're about to die."
The fat guard flew into a rage and raised his fork, viciously stabbing it toward Jiang Hao. He had taken part in torturing Deadpool many times before—beatings, drowning, electrocution. He often tortured people and had already become somewhat deranged.
Just then, a large hand grabbed the fork from the fat guard's hand, yanked it over, then thrust it backhandedly into the man's temple before his horrified eyes.
Pfft!
The fat guard froze, his eyes wide with disbelief. He never could have imagined that this lamb could break free of his restraints and kill