The Show-Off

Xiaoyu, hands on her hips, said with a proud look on her face, "Making friends with Damian is a piece of cake; she's actually very easy to get along with."

Pamela laughed, reached out and pinched Xiaoyu's little cheek, and said softly, "Xiaoyu, you're so cute. Where are your family?"

"Uncle Long should still be on his way. He's always late. Are you Damian's older brother and sister?" Xiaoyu asked, blinking her bright eyes.

"No, we are her godfather and godmother," Kino explained with a smile.

"So cool! Just like the Mafia in the movies."

Xiaoyu exclaimed excitedly, her little face full of curiosity and admiration.

Damian had already been put down by then.

"Do you want to come visit us?"

Venom fixed its gaze on Xiaoyu, its eyes burning with desire, finding her scent even more appealing.

"Um, maybe next time!"

Looking at this beautiful woman, Xiaoyu felt a little scared for some reason and unconsciously took a small step back.

"Xiaoyu, where are you?" A voice called out.

"It's Uncle Long, Damian, and my brothers and sisters. Goodbye."

After Xiaoyu finished speaking, she ran towards the direction from which the sound came.

"My little cutie..."

Venom looked a little disappointed. She pouted, her face full of resentment, "I haven't even hugged her yet."

"Who told you to scare her?"

Kino shook his head helplessly.

Pamela took Damian's little hand and walked towards the car. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, casting two long shadows.

"Damian, did you have a good day at school?" Pamela asked softly, looking at Damian with tender eyes.

Damian shook his head and then nodded.

"Classes are boring; it's all knowledge I've already learned. But reading comics with Xiaoyu after class is a lot of fun."

"That's good."

Pamela was overjoyed; Damian finally had a friend her own age, and she felt relieved.

"Godfather, may I bring the comic to Father?" Damian hesitated for a moment before asking cautiously.

"What comic?" Kino asked curiously.

"This, Batman."

Damian took a comic book out of his bag and handed it to him, a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Kino glanced at it and nodded.

"Sure, I'll collect other related comics for you too, and I'll take you back home during the holidays."

"Yes, thank you, Godfather."

Damian carefully put the comic book away; it was a gift from Xiaoyu.

Kino didn't care. Although this world also had DC Comics, it was completely different from the entertainment-driven world of his previous life.

Most of the DC comics here focus on the individual experiences of Batman and Superman, with very few crossovers, and the Justice League remains completely silent.

Not to mention, S.H.I.E.L.D.. has already shut down DC Comics.

In Kino's view, collecting these and giving them to Bruce would at most allow him to understand the abilities and origins of the heroes in his world, but would have little impact on him personally.

However, Kino's face revealed a mischievous grin as he wondered what he would think if he received a gift from his own daughter.

Kino's phone suddenly vibrated. He took it out and saw a text message.

The document was filled with detailed plans from various Demon Group targeting him, even specifying the exact time and number of people involved.

The final message read: Hydra sends its greetings, Your His Majesty the Demon King.

Kino raised an eyebrow.

Hydra is very pragmatic; they'll find a time to subdue them. It's a shame such a useful organization was destroyed.

As for whether they are an evil organization? Putting aside everything else, they deserve the S.H.I.E.L.D.'s share of credit for S. H. I. E. L. D.'s efforts to maintain the world over the years.

Night fell over the entire city, the Demon Group.

At this moment, a group of mercenaries dressed in black combat uniforms and fully armed were quietly approaching this mysterious and dangerous building.

However, one figure stood out conspicuously within this group.

"Oh, aren't you curious why I'm dressed so brightly? Hehe, let me tell you, soon I'll be covered in the blood of my enemies!"

The conspicuous fellow suddenly spoke, as if showing off his bravery to some unseen camera.

"Deadpool, shut your mouth and keep your voice down! And who are you talking to anyway?"

A burly, bald man in the group hissed angrily.

If it weren't for this guy named Wade's amazing combat record, he would never have allowed such a neurotic person to join this operation.

"Of course they're my fans!"

Deadpool responded in a low voice.

Then, he turned his head, winked at the camera next to him, and whispered.

"Dare to call me an idiot? Just you wait! When this is over, I'm going to wield my big knife and give that bald guy's head a super smooth haircut!"

"Fk."

The bald man ignored him, thinking that as long as the operation was completed, each person would receive 5 million dollars. He would just have to bear with it and kill him when it was over.

Meanwhile, in the shadows of the Demon Group, several pairs of eyes quietly opened, silently watching their actions.

"Oh!" Deadpool shuddered.

"I always feel like that time I went to the bathroom and was targeted by a gay guy, but of course, that gay guy can no longer be the dominant one."

Deadpool muttered something under his breath, looking disgusted.

Deadpool followed them smoothly to the top-floor laboratory, which was deserted; it was as if the entire corporation had gone home after work.

The laboratory was filled with green reagents, with Elixir Formula underneath, and a bunch of technical terms that were dazzling.

"The Healing Potion, this went too smoothly."

The bald man was a little surprised, but seeing so many potions, he couldn't care less; it was all money.

He picked up the bag and started packing.

Deadpool wasn't idle either, quickly getting dressed.

"Little Boss, don't blame me, but I can only say that your security system is practically non-existent. However, for the sake of our friendship..."

"I'll return the Elixir Formula once I receive my payment, but consider these potions a token of my appreciation for your hard work, hehehe."

Deadpool excitedly muttered to himself, "These potions are worth a lot of money! They can fetch ten times the price on the black market, and people still buy them."

While all the mercenaries were loading their potions, the shadow beneath their feet trembled slightly, but no one noticed.

After ransacking the lab, they realized something was wrong, but so what? It was impossible for them to ignore the money right in front of them.

After leaving the Demon Group, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and their tense nerves relaxed for the time being.

As planned, they hurried toward the delivery location.