Perhaps a hunting rifle was enough for dealing with polar bears or other beasts here, but the moment Santa Claus stepped outside, four guns were practically pressed to his head.
The one holding a gun with proper form in all four hands was naturally Su Ming. He was also the fastest.
Even without knowing the exact situation, it was never wrong to seize the advantage and control the conversation first.
The one holding his guns with both hands turned inward like some hyperactive Black guy was naturally Wade. His marksmanship was worse than Cousin's, but at this range, there was no way he could miss.
Ordinary people feared guns, and extraordinary people would still look at which side had more guns and which had fewer.
Guns were not very useful against Superheroes, but over the years, they had left an image of violence deep in people's minds. They were synonymous with threats.
Even if you could punch someone's head apart, pressing your fist against their forehead was not as intimidating as pressing a small-caliber pistol there.
Wade turned his head toward an empty spot and said with great seriousness, "Dear viewers, at this moment, our gun barrels are only one centimeter away from the old man's head. But I know that in the next second, this Santa Claus will definitely fall in love with me. He'll even say three words to me: 'I goose love you.' And if I had to put an expiration date on this love, I think it would last until I pull the trigger."
Clang. That was the sound of Santa Claus's hunting rifle hitting the floor. The instant he saw Deadpool and Deathstroke, he seemed to lose all strength. He did indeed say three words, just not the ones Deadpool had expected.
"Kill me!"
That