As Constantine's Teammate, Deadpool Has Something to Say...

As Constantine's Teammate, Deadpool Has Something to Say

"What fun?"

This time, Constantine truly didn't understand. He asked in surprise.

Seeing that he didn't get it, Deadpool finally perked up.

He jumped up and warmly threw an arm around Constantine's shoulders, deciding to impart a great truth of life!

"Old Connie, this is where you don't get it.

Every time, I have to endure it bitterly, all so I can wait for that moment to arrive!

That feeling of utter release, of letting it all out in one glorious rush—if you've never experienced it, that's one of life's greatest regrets!!"

"What regret?"

Dressed in a black skintight combat suit, Natasha strode in from outside on her long legs.

"Oh, let me tell you."

Seeing that this guy was really about to explain, Constantine quickly covered his mouth with a hand.

"Shh. Something's here."

He deliberately used the word "something" rather than "someone."

The expressions of the other two changed, and they immediately understood.

The three hid behind the morgue's bright metal door, peeking out from the side.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Several minutes passed, yet no sound appeared.

Confusion showed on Natasha's face as she was about to ask.

"Constantine, where is that thing? Why can't I see anything!"

Deadpool didn't care about anything else. A large part of why he had come today was to see an evil spirit.

He had only ever seen this kind of thing on TV. Today, he was here to broaden his horizons!

Without moving at all, Constantine's pupils contracted tightly as he replied in a low voice.

"It's already here. It's inside the room!"

What?!

Natasha's expression changed drastically. She wanted to speak, but feared startling whatever it was.

Suddenly, her pupils shrank sharply. Following Constantine's gaze, she fixed her eyes on the reflection on the metal door's surface.

There, the male corpse on the autopsy table—

had sat up!!

The overhead lights flickered one after another, as though disturbed by some mysterious force.

The magnetic field here was strange, and the room was extremely damp, its bone-chilling cold impossible to shake.

Pulling a pistol from his crotch, Deadpool clearly felt the atmosphere shift. He turned around, then silently turned back.

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"Did you see it?" Natasha kept her voice extremely low, terrified of drawing the corpse's attention.

"N-No."

Shaking his head, Deadpool could barely get the words out.

"...Deadpool, you turned around just now. You definitely saw it!"

When Natasha glared at him, Constantine kindly suggested, "How about this, Deadpool? Turn around and take another look. Maybe it was just our imagination."

"..."

Silently giving Constantine the middle finger, Deadpool quickly swept his head backward.

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"Did you see it this time?" Natasha asked rapidly.

"Uh..."

Like a wind-up puppet, Deadpool shook his head stiffly from side to side, stammering out his denial.

"N-No, I didn't see... see anything."

"Deadpool... if you didn't see anything, why are you stuttering so badly?"

Natasha questioned him, while Constantine offered another suggestion. "Maybe you moved too fast and didn't get a good look. How about slowing down and trying again?"

Deadpool: "..."

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Damn it, Constantine, that was too devious!!

This time, no matter what, he wasn't looking back.

But sometimes, the more you feared something, the more it came true.

First, a chill ran through his entire body. Then, an inexplicable weight settled on his back.

It was like someone placing a one-meter-tall ice sculpture on his back during the hottest days of summer.

"Constantine."

His whole body shuddered. Just as he was about to ask Constantine what was going on—

That disloyal bastard took Natasha and sprinted outside.

By the time he noticed, the two of them had already run fifteen meters away.

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"Shit. They're fucking fast!"

Deadpool raised a leg and tried to run outside too, but with every step, his body felt a little colder. That clammy chill gnawed into his flesh and bones, as if it were about to freeze his soul.

"Goddamn it, Constantine! You left without even calling me! Fuck your grandma!!"

Stuck where he was, Deadpool was furious. He cursed at the top of his lungs—this time, he'd really been screwed over.

Before he could even get a few curses out to vent, his right shoulder suddenly sank. An icy-cold head rested quietly there.

"Oh, shit!!"

Deadpool went numb. What the hell was going on today?

Why did every "good thing" have to happen to him?

What kind of taste did this evil spirit have? Wouldn't that shameless little blond bastard or that hot-tempered spicy chick have been better choices? Why did it have to take a liking to him?

Luckily, Constantine wasn't completely heartless.

Behind a pillar fifty meters away, Constantine waved at him.

"Wade, get over here!"

"Old Con, if you're shouting that loudly, why don't you come over and give me a hand yourself?"

His eyes were full of resentment as he walked as slowly as an old lady in her eighties.

With every step, he exhaled a cloud of cold air, frigid enough to crumble into ice chips.

Watching him shuffle over to the designated spot, Constantine, who had been waiting for a while, was ready.

His welcome was exceptionally "warm." The moment Deadpool approached, he immediately kicked him in the ass, sending him into the prepared magic circle.

And the moment he entered the magic circle, the evil spirit on his back seemed to realize something was wrong.

It opened its huge mouth in a silent scream, and a torrent of river water poured from its mouth.

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Constantine calmly pulled a pink children's water gun from his trench coat pocket.

While Deadpool wore an expression that said, "What the fuck kind of joke is this?" Constantine fired a shot straight into the evil spirit's forehead.

The weight on his body vanished, and Deadpool quickly seized the chance to roll forward and tumble out of the circle.

Outside the magic circle, Constantine held up the children's water gun and smiled smugly.

"The children's water gun is just a disguise. What matters is what's inside."

"What's inside?"

Watching the evil spirit clutch its face, kneel, and scream in agony, Deadpool played along.

"Heh heh. This is aged holy water from the nearby cathedral. I paid extra for it!"

But soon, when Natasha appeared, Constantine's smile froze on his face.

"Holy—shit!!" x2

Deadpool and Constantine were stunned on the spot. Behind Natasha, over a hundred corpses were chasing after her.

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The corpses snarled and flailed their claws as they moved with astonishing speed. Seeing Natasha getting closer and closer, Constantine hesitated no longer and turned around, charging into the magic circle behind him.

At that moment, the evil spirit was still clutching its face and groaning, completely failing to notice Constantine's move.

Caught off guard, it was kicked hard in the face. Its body slid diagonally through the air in a graceful arc before crashing out of the circle.

Lying on the ground and covering its face, the evil spirit looked somewhat confused.

I'm... out?

"Hehe, Constantine, I came in too."

This time, Deadpool had learned his lesson.

The second he saw Constantine move, he immediately followed and darted inside.

But he was still too young. He hadn't expected Constantine to be waiting for him with a knife in hand.

Seeing Deadpool enter, she hurried forward and swiftly slashed his wrist.

"Oh, fuck!"

Splat!

As his blood dripped onto the magic circle beneath their feet, it began to shine with a dazzling red light.

At that moment, Natasha finally let out a roar, planted her foot on the bewildered face of the evil spirit outside the circle, and leaped high into the formation.

Smack!

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