"Not construction, not construction!"
At Fang Mo's suggestion, Deadpool immediately shook his head like a rattle drum.
As they chatted, the group arrived at the cells. These cells were rather unusual—not the large communal bunks Fang Mo had imagined, but individual transparent compartments.
If he had to compare them to something, they were a bit like the plastic prison where the older Magneto had once been held.
Only, the plastic had been replaced with tempered glass.
The cells were extremely cramped, barely large enough to squeeze in a few prisoners. All four walls were made of transparent high-strength glass, and even the toilet had no privacy whatsoever.
"Go on."
After seeing the cell, Deadpool curled his lip and suddenly stepped aside, speaking to Russell. "Kids first. You go in."
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Russell looked confused, but Fang Mo quickly put a hand on his shoulder.
"Go ahead. He's definitely up to no good again."
Having seen the original story, Fang Mo had a pretty good idea what Deadpool wanted to do. So he simply led Russell into the cell, sat on the bunk with one leg crossed over the other, and looked as though he were waiting for something.
"Two disgusting mutants gone from the streets. Looks like I'll finally get a good night's sleep tonight."
As if confirming Fang Mo's guess, Deadpool suddenly started talking. Then he patted the bewildered guard on the shoulder. "Come on, buddy. Let's go order a couple of donuts..."
Unfortunately, what answered him was a cold electric baton.
"Ughhhh!!!"
Having lost his Mutant Ability, Deadpool was jolted by the guard's stun baton until his eyes rolled back. He crashed to the floor with a bang, his body twitching nonstop.
"Go get your good night's sleep yourself, you psycho idiot."
The guard had clearly had enough of