Mobius arrived fashionably late, only after Deadpool had already taken down half the gathering.
The venue had already turned into a living hell.
Those who had been killed instantly were undoubtedly the lucky ones.
Far more numerous were the human-shaped things writhing across the ground, missing arms and legs.
Blood and incontinent waste had splattered everywhere.
The stench was unbearable.
Yet Deadpool moved through the "farm manure" like a diligent gardener.
Continuing to till the soil.
Mobius was stunned on the spot. What the hell was going on?
The Time Variance Authority had a rigid rule: impact any timeline as little as possible.
But this...
The madman before him looked as though he wanted to turn everyone into minced meat.
And that was exactly what he did!
Are you fucking kidding me?
Yet when Mobius stiffly looked down at the Time Controller in his hand at Su Ming's prompting,
he was even more bewildered!
The machine actually displayed: Variant energy: zero.
"No impact?"
Mobius rubbed his eyes.
"They've had their brains beaten into mush, and the timeline branch hasn't been affected at all??"
So that was it!
Mobius's anxious mood instantly eased.
He even joined them in appreciating the aesthetics of violence.
To be fair, Old Mo looked like a civilized man.
But years of law enforcement had forged his heart into steel.
He could not care less whether people from other timelines lived or died.
When dealing with troublesome time criminals, he was even more ruthless and decisive.
The number of time criminals erased by his own hand alone was close to four digits.
Deafening wails, curses, and the sound of metal piercing flesh had no effect on him whatsoever.
Once he confirmed that his concerns would not come to pass,
Old Mo regained his elegant demeanor and watched