"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. How fun it is to chop people up while riding the subway."
After entering the city, Wade insisted on taking the subway, saying that flying around would make people mistake him for Santa Claus, and it would be bad if naughty children shot him with anti-aircraft missiles.
Su Ming did not care. Subways, tunnels, underground rivers, sewers—those were all terrains he excelled in.
Inside the subway car, Deadpool swayed his head as he sang, looking very pleased with himself. The surrounding citizens were strangely friendly toward his appearance, and some children even came over to ask for his autograph.
After signing a few photos, Wade smugly winked at Su Ming. "My Twitter has over a hundred thousand followers now. I'm a celebrity."
"Are you sure they followed you, rather than you following a hundred thousand people?" Su Ming leaned against the subway bench, looking at the snowy white lights on the ceiling. It was Christmas Eve, so there were not many pedestrians. Otherwise, the New York subway really could kill people.
"We followed each other. Mutual follows." Deadpool turned away, unwilling to look at his cousin's mask. Its Red Goggles seemed capable of seeing through people's hearts.
"Hey, Wade. Spending Christmas with family? Where are you planning to slaughter people?" A man in a green uniform walked over from the other end of the car and raised a hand in greeting.
Deadpool looked up, the little eyes on his mask curving into crescents. "Isn't this Bob? You dog, last time I killed everyone else in your branch. Why didn't you tell me to wait so we could share a cab?"
Despite saying that, Wade still slapped hands with him and performed a set of street-style moves.
"Couldn't be helped. Midnight Express called