After hearing the plan, Wade, who had been bouncing around like a monkey with ADHD, fell silent.
"Give me a cigarette."
He held out his hand to Deathstroke, rapidly clenching and unclenching his five fingers several times.
Su Ming wanted to see what stunt he was pulling this time. Since he had suddenly become so gloomy, he actually handed him a cigarette.
Deadpool took the cigarette, asked for a light, and took a deep drag after lighting it. Then, like someone who had never smoked before, he started coughing.
"Cough, cough. Bro, you're sending me to my death? You want to use me as bait, seal me and that monster inside a trap with magic, then inject us with an ice-water mixture to keep our meat fresh, drown us, and let Strangle eat us?"
"It'll only eat the Chtylok. Strangle won't eat you. Cancer cells are useless to it."
Su Ming answered helplessly. Why did this feel like some Hong Kong gangster movie, like a big boss arranging for his underling to take the fall and do hard time?
But that was indeed how it was. Wade had accepted the deposit, after all.
Strangle poked its head out as well. The Black Bean Sprout nodded up and down, making it clear that it absolutely would not eat meat with cancer cells. It was a Symbiote with standards. Even if it starved to death and had to jump back to Symbiote Planet from Earth, it would not eat Deadpool.
The assurance did not seem particularly convincing, but Wade nodded and believed it.
He raised his head to look at the sky, as though lamenting the hardships of his fate. Then he tossed down the cigarette butt and ground it out fiercely.
The pair of white eyes on his mask fully conveyed