Deadpool hugged the surfboard across his chest, with Stormbreaker tucked between his legs. He had clearly calculated Daisy's personality and was brazenly playing the rascal.
"No! I'm not giving them to you!"
"Not giving them to you!"
"Murder! Help me!!"
Deadpool screamed as if his heart were being torn apart, making Daisy feel a little awkward. She had intended to reason with him, so why had things become so bizarre? She had always thought of herself as a very reasonable person.
Just as she was pondering it, Wanda's call came at the perfect time. The little witch asked when she would be coming home.
"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. I can lend you these two pieces of equipment for now, but remember, it's a rental. The price stays the same as before, and you're not allowed to casually waste their power!" These two pieces of equipment were on the same level as the stroller in Daisy's home. To her, they were hardly important supplies. As long as Deadpool did not create chaos, there was no reason he could not keep them.
But if Deadpool wanted to use the two items, he had to pay. Like many legitimate software programs, Daisy had installed two blocking devices inside the surfboard and Stormbreaker. Paying generated an activation code, and once activated, they could be used normally for twenty-four hours. Not paying? Then what the hell was he going to play with?
Deadpool could only use the two weapons properly after obtaining the activation code provided by Daisy, and activation codes had to be bought with money. The surfboard cost one million a day, and Stormbreaker cost four hundred thousand a day. Daisy wanted to see how long the forty-eight million six hundred thousand in this guy's hands would last.
There