Can't We Just Talk Things Out?

A howling cold wind blew by, and Russell flapped his wings to catch up with the falling Wade, grabbing his ankle and flying towards the center of the battlefield.

Although his speed far exceeded that of the searchlights fired by the helicopter, the Wings of Light, with their own special effects, shone brightly in the night sky, quickly drawing gasps of amazement from the citizens.

Angel?

A new superhero?

When Green Goblin Harry, appeared, the camera switched back to the live broadcast, so viewers at home were fortunate enough to see this scene.

Just like the audience at the scene, New York watching on television were also stunned. Many believed in the arrival of angels, but even more believed that another superhero had appeared. However, as the camera zoomed in, they discovered that there was more than one new superhero.

There's another one... uh, being held upside down, looks really Silly Bird!

Who is he?

Idiot Hero?

With the arrival of two new superheroes, along with Spider-Man and Green Goblin, the number of heroes in New York City has surged to four.

At that moment, the entire city of New York fell silent. The robbers who were planning to pull off a heist the next day threw their guns into the trash cans and obediently opened the newspapers to look for some manual labor jobs to make a living.

There are already four superheroes. Who knows if there are other hidden bosses in New York? Only a madman would rob a bank.

Upon arriving at the battlefield, Russell charged straight at the gigantic Sandman, his holy Wings of Light stretching out behind him like two sharp razors, instantly slicing the Sandman into three pieces.

The Sandman roared and hissed as its fragile body slid down the cut surface. White flames ignited at the cut, gradually engulfing the sand elemental's body and causing it to shrink smaller and smaller.

The Sandman realized that death was imminent. In his panic, he abandoned most of his body. Without his control, the towering sand giant collapsed in an instant, becoming a solid torrent like a waterfall.

Bang!

Russell raised his hand and pulled the trigger, firing a high-powered Mana Destruction Bullet that sent the stunned Venom flying. He then landed in front of Parker and Harry with Deadpool.

"That's not how it is!"

Deadpool had been silent all along, suddenly lost his temper, threw his twin swords on the ground, and angrily said, "Damn it, why do you always look so cool when you make an appearance, while I... in the eyes of the audience, I've become a living Silly Bird!"

That's because the audience discovered the essence through the facts.

"Also, why didn't you tell me you could fly earlier? I had to jump off the building like Silly Bird."

"You didn't even ask!"

Russell curled his lip, leaving Deadpool dumbfounded. He retracted his Wings of Light and walked towards his two best friends. "Parker, why didn't you call me?"

At this moment, Russell was dressed as Deathstroke, with two pistols at his waist and a long sword on his back. His metallic armor gave him an extremely cold demeanor, and even a casual remark from him put immense pressure on Parker.

"Who the hell are you?"

Harry snapped back, immediately adopting an arrogant attitude, and even questioned his best friend Parker. Look how scared Parker was! Can't you talk things out properly?

Russell raised his hand and pressed it against Harry's face with lightning speed. Harry only saw a blur before his feet were lifted off the ground.

"Mr. Russell, Harry didn't mean to offend you, please..."

Parker was speechless for a moment, when a white light appeared on Russell's hand as Russell held Harry's. When he released Harry, the latter's disfigured face was completely healed, and his right eye, which had lost its luster, regained its sight.

Russell's eyes, hidden behind his mask, met Harry's. "Young man, what did you just say?"

Harry stood at attention, head bowed. "Excuse me, I'd like an autograph to keep as a family heirloom!"

Seeing that Russell had gained two followers in just a few words, Deadpool dejectedly picked up his twin swords and squatted in a deserted corner, drawing circles on his face. "X-Force and all that, superhero teams and all that, teaming up to uphold justice, it's all so boring."

It was absolutely pointless; Russell just went through the motions...

"Parker, answer my question from before, why didn't you call me?"

Parker opened his mouth, then said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Russell, I have let you down. After careful consideration, I have decided to stay in New York and will not be able to join your X-Force."

"It's mine! It's Deadpool Wade Wilson's X-Force!"

The three ignored the voice that seemed to come from nowhere. Russell frowned and said, "Parker, that's not what I'm asking. Why didn't you call me when you were provoked by the villain, even though you knew you were no match for him?"

"Well..."

Parker scratched his head. He thought Russell couldn't beat the combination of Venom and Sandman, but he couldn't tell the truth and was struggling with how to broach the subject.

"Parker, I understand what you mean. You overestimate those two good-for-nothings outside. I don't even consider them a threat." Russell said, glancing outside.

As he spoke, the Sandman had already shed his charred body, and a massive new form was reassembling. Venom had somehow appeared on the Sandman's Sandman, waiting for him to solidify before launching its combined attack.

"Mr. Russell, do you need any help?" Parker stepped forward, and Harry followed him out.

"No need! You youngsters, just starting out as superheroes, are too short-sighted. You can't even tell who's stronger or weaker. Stand still, this is a golden opportunity. Learn what a truly experienced superhero is like!"

As Russell spoke, he turned and walked toward Sandman and Venom, his towering figure, enhanced with height-increasing insoles, standing against a backdrop of two admirers with stars painted in their eyes.

"Wade, come here quickly, it's our turn."

Deadpool glanced at Russell, then continued drawing his circles, saying listlessly, "You can go ahead, I'll just be Silly Bird anyway."

Please remove the word 'pretend' and say it again.

Russell inwardly grumbled, but spoke in a clear, precise voice. "Captain, I need you to command the battle!"

In a flash, Wade stood up, wielding two swords, and walked confidently side by side with Russell.

The two walked out of the half-hidden construction site together, and the live broadcast camera captured them. Both the audience at the scene and those watching on television applauded and screamed.

Looking at the assembled Sandman, Deadpool took a deep breath and asked, "Russell, tell me secretly, does God really exist?"

Russell: "..."

Indeed, you can never guess what's going on in Deadpool's head.

"How should I know!" Russell said irritably. "We're fighting, can't you at least show some respect for your opponent?"

"How dare you tell me you don't know with that look on your face?" Deadpool complained, feeling that Russell was just giving him the runaround.

"I really don't know. I've never seen God, only the Archangel Gabriel."

Deadpool: "..."

"Roar roar roar————"

Sandman's roar interrupted the two. Deadpool gripped his twin blades, remembering that Parker was watching from behind, and decided to be a little more serious this time. He asked, "Russell, although you've put me in charge of the battle, I'm used to fighting alone, and my fighting style is only suitable for teammates who also have Immortal Body. Do you have any good strategies for this situation?"

"Have!"

Russell spoke succinctly, and with a wave of his hand, a Holy Light Longsword was dragged out of the void.

"What countermeasures?"

"Do you remember the time we fought Doctor Octopus?"

"?"

"We worked together very well last time, so we can just copy the original plan this time."

"..."

Deadpool: Last time, wasn't I the one getting beaten up the whole time? Where did this teamwork come from?