The Time Variance Authority's archives, once known for their tidiness, had undergone a drastic transformation.
Countless documents lay scattered across the floor, while archive boxes piled as high as mountains had been casually tossed into the corners.
Deadpool lay sprawled atop a nearly meter-high pile of documents, talking in his sleep.
Rocket rested his head on a stack of archive boxes, completely listless.
He felt like he had never read so much text in his entire life. Now, there was only one feeling left:
Dizzy and seeing stars.
Mobius carefully flipped through one file after another, occasionally removing his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose.
He was exhausted too.
Meanwhile, Su Ming had become immersed in the Time Variance Authority's endless case files, avidly devouring all the gossip.
By the time he realized he was supposed to be investigating a case, an entire day had already passed.
He looked at Old Mo's bloodshot eyes.
Feeling guilty, Su Ming redirected his attention toward finding the time criminal.
"Found them."
After quite some time, Su Ming finally made a discovery.
Rocket immediately used his claws to shove the drooling Deadpool hard.
"Wake up! You talking lump of rotten meat! Time to work!"
Deadpool groggily climbed to his feet.
He wiped away his drool through his mask.
"Huh? Is it time to eat? I want tacos..."
By then, Mobius had already begun assembling a standard Time Variance Authority field team.
He was giving the final mission briefing.
Among the team was a burly Black female agent with an imposing presence.
She was sizing up Su Ming and the other two with a scrutinizing gaze.
The instant Deadpool saw the female agent,
his eyes lit up, and his occupational habit flared up.
He whistled.
"Wow! Look at this chocolate beauty!
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