"Ptu, you shameless jerk, I'd recognize you even if you were ground to ash."
The clumsy thief in the ventilation shaft was none other than Wade Wilson, the Deadpool whom Russell had not seen in a long time, as could be told from his mask.
Perhaps because his two steel katanas were stuck, Deadpool struggled for a long time without being able to get down.
"Jerk Russell, you've ruined me..."
"The other day you booked the most expensive nightclub in the whole city for me, and for a whole damn day and night at that, and then you never showed up again!"
"You promised to treat me, but you only paid the deposit!"
"You left me passed out and naked, and the moment I woke up I was shoved into a lab..."
Deadpool ranted endlessly in the vent, occasionally mixing in a few dirty remarks about little Wade getting intimate with Russell, which made Duan Xinlan feel thoroughly uncomfortable.
"He... he's Deadpool!?"
Duan Xinlan pointed overhead, then pointed at the sealed laboratory. "If he's Deadpool, then where is this? Also, how do you know him?"
Girl, you know too much!
Russell's eyes glowed faintly as he pondered the probability of Duan Xinlan dying at Venom's mouth and how to make his cover story sound reasonable.
He smoothly pulled out his Desert Eagle, fired a shot right at Deadpool's forehead, then clenched a fist, gave a light cough, and explained, "To be honest, I'm totally clueless too. Maybe Deadpool just recognized the wrong guy."
"But he said your name right?"
"Just a case of mistaken identity. The Russell he mentioned is that mutant chubby kid."
"Is that so..."
Duan Xinlan shook her head in disbelief. She only coveted Russell's body, which didn't mean her IQ had plummeted to zero, nor would