Deadpool Corps

"Johnny-boy wants to beat us up? Him?"

A skull flew out from the other side of the portal.

It wore a tattered Deadpool mask, and beneath its head, only a single section of oxidized neck bone swung back and forth.

A pair of bulging eyeballs glanced up at the sky. Seeing Human Torch's exhaust trail, it immediately shouted, "What the hell? That brat ran off right after talking tough!"

"He's even more shameless than any of us!"

"Guys, we have to catch him and hand him over to the tigress Cassandra. Let that guy get thoroughly drained by her!"

Headpool—the skull Deadpool—shouted loudly at the other Deadpools behind him, or rather, behind his head.

The Deadpools on the other side responded enthusiastically.

A child-sized Deadpool said, "We should spread honey on his donut. That way, Cassandra can keep licking his ring, from the front all the way to the deepest part!"

"Ooh, Deadpool kid, I love your dirty ideas." More and more Deadpools carrying twin guns or blades walked toward the portal.

Among them were female Deadpools with curvy figures.

There was also Golden Age Deadpool wearing a gas mask.

There were Cowboypool, Baby Deadpool, Roninpool, Zenpool...

Hundreds of Deadpools headed toward the portal.

Their red bodysuits formed an endless sea.

They looked like a horde of lunatics who had just escaped by vaulting over the walls of a mental hospital.

"Shit, he must be long gone. I have an idea. How about we follow him and find where those survivors are hiding? I want to tell them ghost stories all night."

"Shouldn't we notify that tigress Cassandra after finding the survivors? She doesn't charge cheaply."

"Then notify Cassandra first, and tell the ghost stories afterward."

"Let's go, let's go! Time to stab their donuts!"

"Wait, these people are Johnny's