When the Neighbors Stockpile Food, I Stockpile Guns; the Neighbors Are My Granary

In an inconspicuous toxic waste recycling station aboard an abandoned cruise ship.

Under the intimidation of Deadpool Leon beside him, Ulysses Klaue reluctantly pulled down a hidden switch. The toxic waste stored in oil barrels immediately sank downward like an elevator.

In its place were thirteen canisters of raw Vibranium stored in specially made containers.

"This Vibranium is the material here with the highest labor costs. Conservatively estimated, it's worth several billion. As the foundation of the empire I built, it all belongs to you now, Mr. Deadpool."

Ulysses Klaue wore the expression of someone who had been thoroughly wronged. He was furious and resentful, yet he did not dare vent it.

"Mm~"

"Not bad, not bad~"

Although the amount of Vibranium before him was not particularly large, with each canister labeled at five kilograms for a total of sixty-five kilograms, it was already enough for Leon to carry out his next plan.

Don't think sixty-five kilograms of Vibranium was a lot.

After all.

Although sixty-five kilograms was roughly the weight of a thin adult, Vibranium, as a light metal, had only one-third the density of steel.

But if those sixty-five kilograms of Vibranium formed a solid cube, its sides would be less than thirty centimeters long, not much larger than an adult's palm.

After stuffing the thirteen canisters of Vibranium into a sack, Deadpool Leon patted Ulysses Klaue, who had fallen into a state of depression as though someone had stolen his wife.

"Hey, buddy, don't lose heart."

"I only want Vibranium, not your life."

"As long as you're alive, there'll be tens of billions, and there'll be Vibranium too."

"I believe in you, Klaue. You're the best."

Leon's tone was extraordinarily sincere when he said that. Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought the two were good friends.

"I'll take that as a blessing, Mr. Deadpool."

Ulysses Klaue forced out a smile uglier than crying.

After seeing off the great menace that was Leon, Ulysses Klaue's ingratiating smile immediately collapsed. He viciously kicked the corpses of his underlings on the ground!

"What are you pretending for? What are you pretending for?!"

"Get the hell up already!"

"He's fucking gone!"

"..."

Ulysses Klaue roared through gritted teeth, but the underling he believed to be playing dead never moved.

At that moment.

A corpse beside him suddenly raised a hand and reminded him, "Boss, he's really dead. I'm still alive though, hehe~"

"Hehe your fucking ass! You're proud of that?"

"Fuck you!"

Elsewhere.

After obtaining the Vibranium.

Leon first rushed to the Atlantic Ocean coast of western Africa and met up with Arcee, who was waiting on standby beneath the sea.

Then, under Arcee's somewhat speechless gaze, he stripped completely naked, leaving only a pair of Super Elastic Fiber Underwear.

Finally, he changed out of the Super Deadpool Suit and back into the familiar Soldier Boy Suit.

Leon covered Arcee in Motorcycle Mode with his Biological Field.

Together, they raced back at Mach 10.

As for Deadpool's disguised identity, Leon planned to use it only when doing shady things, specifically as a scapegoat.

Normally, he still preferred the Soldier Boy Suit and Homelander's superhero identity.

"Why didn't you finish them all off? Could it be that you wanted to..."

Smack!

Before Arcee could finish, Leon patted her rear end and replied with a broad smile, "Arcee really does know me best."

The reason Leon had spared Ulysses Klaue was so that he could continue collecting Vibranium for Leon.

How did that old saying from apocalypse novels go? When the neighbors stockpile food, I stockpile guns; the neighbors are my granary!

As long as Leon did not stop growing stronger, wouldn't a mere Ulysses Klaue be entirely at his mercy?

Once Leon took the entire Vibranium vein of Wakanda for himself, Ulysses Klaue would truly become useless.

Dusk.

Zhao Hailun walked alone along the streets of Manhattan, New York. Every few steps, she looked back at Stark Tower behind her and could not stop sighing.

Zhao Hailun was deeply troubled.

Carrying the expectations of the person she admired, she wanted to produce results on the "Regeneration Cradle" project as soon as possible, so she voluntarily worked overtime. Yet Sharon Kate, that person's secretary, forcibly sent her off work.

She said it was his instruction, that overtime was bad for healthy development.

But she had clearly already passed puberty. If this kept growing, would it not become too conspicuous? It might even affect her daily life...

Zhao Hailun lowered her head and looked at herself. She could now only vaguely see the tips of her toes. If it kept growing, would that not be terrible?

Troubled, Zhao Hailun bought a cup of milk tea by the roadside to relieve her stress. A dose of sugar always made one feel refreshed.

Suddenly!

A homeless man holding a dagger ran toward Zhao Hailun from ahead, shouting. Not far behind him, a young patrol officer carrying a Taser was chasing after him.

"Move! Move! Get out of my way!"

"If you block me, I'll stab you to death!"

"Stop running!"

"If you keep running, I'll shoot you!"

The homeless man had been caught red-handed by the patrol officer while high on meth. He had taken the chance to flee while the officer returned to his car to report to his superior.

Under America's usual procedures, this homeless man already posed a tremendous threat to the lives and safety of nearby civilians.

The officer could have drawn his gun and shot him in advance, but this patrol officer, who looked very young, was clearly inexperienced and had not realized that.

He still hoped to capture the homeless man alive. If possible, no one wanted to experience what it felt like to kill someone.

"Ma'am, move away quickly!"

"He has a knife! He's dangerous!"

The patrol officer anxiously warned her while reaching for the Glock in the holster on his thigh. But Zhao Hailun had been frightened senseless by the homeless man's vicious aura. She stood frozen in his path, too scared to move.

"Ah—"

Pain and panic intertwined as Zhao Hailun was violently knocked to the ground.

"Shit!"

The homeless man also staggered. Seeing that the patrol officer had switched to a real weapon, he immediately changed tactics and pressed the dagger against Zhao Hailun's neck.

"Don't come any closer!"

"Put down the gun!"

"If you dare shoot, I'll stab this bitch to death!"

The homeless man kept threatening them.

Rip!

The dagger in his hand sliced a bloody mark across Zhao Hailun's neck, pressed tightly against her skin.

If the homeless man received even the slightest stimulation, then even if he were shot in the head, his body's instinctive stress response could still cause Zhao Hailun irreparable harm.

"Calm down!"

"Don't do anything stupid!"

"This is near Stark Tower. Homelander will be here soon!"

"Homelander, my ass! I could piss on him and drown him!"

"Mr. Leon..."

More and more passersby gathered around. The patrol officer kept his gun trained on the homeless man, while Zhao Hailun was so frightened that she sobbed uncontrollably, instinctively calling Leon's name.

Everything.

All of it.

Placed enormous pressure on the homeless man at the center of the storm.

Just as he was about to put down the dagger and surrender.

Boom!

A sound tore through the air overhead as Homelander Leon descended from the sky.

He was so fast that before the homeless man could react at all, Leon crushed his wrist and the dagger together!

"Ah!!!"

"My hand!!!"

The intense pain made the homeless man collapse to the ground, screaming.

"Mr. Leon!"

Leon's timely arrival immediately gave Zhao Hailun an incomparable sense of security. Like a swallow returning to its nest, she threw herself into Leon's arms and cried even harder than before.

"It's all right, Helen."

"I'm here. You're safe now."

As he gently patted Zhao Hailun's back and comforted her softly, Leon looked at the homeless man sprawled on the ground, clutching his hand and screaming, with the same gaze Homelander used to look at the dead.

"Thank goodness, it's Homelander!"

"That beautiful girl is safe!"

Most of the onlookers were Leon's fans. They cheered excitedly as the young patrol officer walked up to Leon and immediately bowed ninety degrees.

"I'm terribly sorry, Homelander. I failed to protect this lady and even had to trouble you to come personally."

"No, you did very well, my friend. You're the real hero." Leon smiled and patted the patrol officer on the shoulder.

Then he explained to the fans gathered around them, "There's a timed bomb implanted inside this homeless man's body. It will explode in nine seconds."

"Everyone, scatter quickly. I'm going to detonate it early."

At those words.

The crowd immediately scattered in all directions.

The homeless man was utterly bewildered. Even the pain from his broken hand faded considerably. There's a timed bomb in my body?? Why don't I know about it??

However.

When he met Leon's gaze, the gaze he used for the dead, how could he not understand? Homelander plainly wanted him dead!

"You've all been fooled—"

Before the homeless man could finish, Leon threw him high into the air with one hand, then blasted him into scraps with a Palm Cannon charged full of rage.

A rain of blood.

Fell from the sky.

But before that.

Leon had already flown away from the scene with Zhao Hailun in his arms.