"Hey, Mr. DP, another beautiful day, huh?"
Indian driver Du Pengde, A'Du for short, had parked his yellow taxi at the mouth of an alley not far from Aier's home.
Seeing Deadpool get in, he greeted him with A'San's curry-scented enthusiasm.
"Whew, I put the Stinger Missile in the trunk. Remind me to take it when I get out." Deadpool sat in the passenger seat, hugging the Pony Backpack to his chest. "By the way, there are still some of your Cousin's leftovers in the trunk. I picked up a bone just now. Here, for you."
Deadpool had no idea what he was holding. Maybe it was a skull fragment, maybe part of a hipbone, but hey, he was a Mercenary, not a researcher from Bones. Knowing bones was useless to him.
So he handed the bone fragment to A'Du. A'Du started the car, rolled down the window, and with a whoosh, tossed the fragment outside. Then he turned back with another exotic smile.
"I'll take that as you saying it's a beautiful day."
Deadpool shrugged. Watching the fragment land precisely in a pile of dog shit by the roadside, he could not help nodding. "Nicely done, my friend. Stuffing Cousin into the trunk and making him die in an accidental car crash—absolute genius."
For some reason, the A'San driver became excited. "Really? Do you think my Anti-Hero rating is just right now?"
Deadpool looked at the roof of the car and thought for a moment, then pointed at the photo hanging beside the steering wheel. "I guess. What did the beautiful Geeta say?"
"She was a little sad when she found out Bandu was dead, but after I starved her for a few days, she stopped crying. She treats me very well now." A'Du answered with a broad smile,