Let's turn back the clock one hour.
Paimon, who had only wanted some hot water but accidentally ended up having an extra meal, suddenly shivered all over.
"(Shiver~) That's weird. I feel like a whole bunch of people are talking about me behind my back."
"Burp~"
[Aircraft on autopilot]
The pilot took a swig of whiskey, tucked the bottle into his pocket, then offered his employer beside him a "kindly" reminder.
"The wind's pretty strong today. Only a pilot as experienced as me would dare take off in this weather, so if you want to jump out of my plane..."
The pilot opened his bleary eyes a little and held out a hand to the man in red leather before him. "You'll have to pay extra."
"Aha!"
"To be honest, you're the first person who's ever dared hold out a hand and ask Deadpool for money. Seriously, I admire your courage, brother."
"But if you want to squeeze money out of Deadpool, you'll have to ask my buddies whether they agree first."
With that, Deadpool clamped a hand onto the bearded pilot's shoulder. His grip was like an iron vise, making the man suck in a breath of pain.
Deadpool turned his head and quickly scanned the cabin before bringing his gaze back to the pilot.
"Heh heh. Let me introduce you to our team's ultimate weapon!"
Fine beads of sweat formed on the pilot's forehead. Looking at the man towering over him, he couldn't help swallowing nervously.
Before takeoff, he had known that most of the people this guy brought along had superpowers. None of those people were to be trifled with, let alone someone described as their "ultimate weapon."
For a moment, the pilot couldn't help regretting his demand for extra money.
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