"...He's dead! This is all your fault!"
Seeing the director of Essex Clinic reduced to ashes, Deadpool finally snapped. He grabbed Fang Mo by the collar and roared, "Now we're completely screwed!"
"Uh..."
Fang Mo was clearly a little surprised too. "It hasn't even been a full day, right? They cremated him already?"
That really caught Fang Mo off guard. After all, policies in America were different; plenty of places allowed the dead to be buried directly in coffins. And even if they did cremate them, this was way too fast. Fang Mo had blown that old bastard away around this time yesterday... yet after one night in Icebox Prison, the guy had already been cremated?
"So what do we do now?"
Seeing that everyone seemed out of ideas, Cable could not help asking.
"How the hell should I know?"
Deadpool was obviously getting agitated. "Fuck! That damn old bastard! Maybe we can only find Mystique and have her disguise herself as him... but our budget is way too low to hire a real X-Men member!"
"Domino, can you find that guy?"
Fang Mo turned to the Goddess of Fortune and asked tentatively.
"...Me?"
Domino instinctively pointed at herself, then shook her head. "Come on, my power is just luck, not wish fulfillment. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been caught by you and dragged into hard labor..."
"I see."
Fang Mo sighed helplessly. It looked like he had to handle this himself.
"Let me ask you something, Cable."
Fang Mo turned toward Cable, who was standing nearby, and pointed at the large pile of ashes in the shoebox. "Do you know this guy's name?"
"Principal Delby Oshuo."
Cable spoke slowly. "I don't know if it's real, but that's at least the name carved onto his tombstone."
"Alright, got it."
Fang Mo