Lottery Draws and Talents Unlocked by Attributes Breaking 100

"Russell, what does playing the victim mean? I don't really understand. You know I didn't get much schooling!" Deadpool innocently spread his hands, silently backed up two steps, and drew the twin swords from his back.

Clang!

The Adamantium Blade left its sheath. Russell sneered. "Wade, quit pretending to be innocent. You old bird, you know what I mean."

Deadpool repeatedly shook his head. "No, I don't understand what you mean when you say I know what you mean!"

"No, you understand what I mean when I say you understand what I mean. Otherwise, why did you draw your swords?"

Russell patiently tried to persuade him while speaking cold, ruthless words. "Wade, let me cut you once! Just once. I guarantee you won't feel any pain. Then I'll make up a perfect Timecop script to clear myself. Your sacrifice will be worth it. Besides, you can't beat me. Give up!"

"Impossible! Superheroes never give up."

"You suddenly appeared in a bank vault with cash on you. Who would believe you're a superhero?"

"Your Timecop script is even more ridiculous. And don't forget, your fingerprints are on the dollars. If we die, we die together. Don't even think about making me take the fall alone."

"Hmph!" x2

The silly-bird conversation ended. The two men, who had been professing brotherhood a second ago, drew their blades against each other and began clanging away in the vault.

Anesthetic mist kept pouring from the vents, but it did nothing to the two freaks in the room.

Deadpool possessed a healing factor. His regenerative abilities were even more outrageous than the original Wolverine's. Poisons and anesthetics were as good as nothing to him.

Russell's Body attribute, which was about to break one hundred, was no decoration either. A couple of breaths were enough for him