When Cassandra saw that Pietro had not been tied up, her brows furrowed slightly, and her gaze shifted to John the Pyro beside her.
"Please let me explain!" Although Cassandra had not said a word, John the Pyro still felt a bone-piercing chill. He hurriedly stepped forward and explained, "This guy seems a little different. He doesn't know Wolverine..."
"And he had a lot of questions he wanted to ask. I couldn't figure out where he stood right away, and I thought he was a Quicksilver from some special universe, so I didn't tie him up and just brought him back."
"Isn't it perfectly normal not to know Wolverine? He's just a Quicksilver who got lucky and dodged a bullet..." Cassandra smiled disdainfully, but as she was speaking, she suddenly sensed something was wrong. She turned her head and carefully studied Pietro. "No, that's not right. The one who was hit by the bullet didn't look like this. This is clearly the Quicksilver from among us mutants. How could he not know Wolverine?"
"Talk about making a fuss over nothing. One look and I can tell you don't know Wanda's story." Deadpool, off to the side, curled his lip and muttered under his breath, "It's not like the Time Variance Authority can let you know the plotlines of every universe..."
"Looks like you know quite a lot, Mr. Wade Wilson." A faint, eerie voice sounded beside Deadpool's ear. Cassandra had already appeared next to him, so fast that even Wolverine's beastlike senses lagged half a beat behind.
With a swish, the moment Cassandra finished speaking, the chains binding Wolverine and Deadpool fell away, freeing them both.
But Deadpool and Wolverine did not feel at ease at all—especially Wolverine. He stared at Cassandra warily, still having no idea who she truly