Whoosh!
Standing ramrod straight, Deadpool was startled by the sudden sound. He recognized Wesker's face.
No way, no way—did he recognize me?
Thump, thump, thump.
His heart was pounding hard.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
At last, that icy gaze moved away from him. Wesker looked to the first man in the lead and asked for his ID.
Without the slightest hesitation, the leader handed the ID on his chest to Wesker for inspection.
Wesker examined it carefully. Holding the ID, he compared it closely with the man's face, then after seven or eight seconds returned it and looked toward the second person.
As he checked, he said, "Several dangerous terrorists came to New York City today. As White House security personnel, you must make absolutely sure this place is safe!"
"Yes." x5
Everyone answered in unison. Wesker checked the second and third people in succession, then reached out and took the fourth person's ID.
He compared it carefully, his cold gaze seeming able to pierce through flesh and bone.
Deadpool stood in the fifth position. He watched Wesker return the ID to the man in front of him and begin walking toward him.
It's over. He's coming.
Tense, Deadpool broke out in sweat on the tip of his nose. S.H.I.E.L.D. had decent influence, but if they wanted to replace the White House security detail, they had to go through certain procedures, so they could only use a few unorthodox methods.
The ID he carried was real. The experiences and every record on it truly existed as well. Deadpool had even memorized some of the personal information for it.
But facing Wesker—especially those eyes that seemed able to see through everything—he truly felt that pressure. In his heart, he could even be certain that if he took out his