Death asked in surprise, "Sign a contract? You and me?"
"Of course not."
Demon said, "I'll sign a contract with that bastard. If he breaks it, I'll turn him into a bug and throw him into magma for ten thousand years."
Wade said with a look of disgust, "Love me for ten thousand years? Sorry, you're too ugly. Pass."
Demon nearly flew into a rage. That guy called Deadpool had an unbelievably vicious mouth. What was the point of someone like him existing? To disgust people?
Meanwhile, the camera switched from Liberty City back to Andrew. He said, "This disaster is over for now. Humanity, remember not to bring destruction on yourselves again. Far too many people died in New York this time."
With that, Andrew vanished, but the camera feed remained. It swept across Manhattan from the sky, revealing shattered streets and buildings, along with countless people weeping—the poor souls who had lost their loved ones.
A great many people had died in New York. Leaving everything else aside, nearly a hundred thousand had been sacrificed alone.
"Poor New York."
Watching New York's miserable state, the viewers could not help sighing. Then they began cursing the government. They knew exactly what had happened. Everything was the America Government's fault.
The viewers felt the same way, silently approving of the future president—news helicopters had arrived. Reporters never feared danger.
"Of course... no, go ahead. I won't keep you from going to a hotel."
Still, it had not been entirely without gains. At the very least, the Heavenly Sword Pharmaceutical Company had found a direction for its future development.
Speaking of which, the Heavenly Sword Pharmaceutical Company had suffered considerable losses this time. Not only had it lost a large quantity of Compound V, but Director Vought had also destroyed all