About two hours later, the two brothers returned to the bar.
"Hee hee."
"Sigh."
Wade was as excited as ever, while Deathstroke sat there looking utterly dejected, holding his glass without drinking from it and doing nothing but shaking his head.
Weasel was puzzled. He assumed Deathstroke did not like the current drink, so he asked:
"Don't like bourbon? Want me to switch it for tequila?"
"No, it has nothing to do with your drinks." Deathstroke removed his mask, revealing a face identical to Wade's before his disfigurement. He raised his glass and took a sip. "I just feel so tired."
"You... you two..." Weasel looked at Deathstroke's face, then back at Wade in bewilderment.
Deadpool did not think much of it. He lifted his mask halfway and drank the beer before him. "My cousin Deathstroke is a Chameleon. He can imitate anyone's face and voice, change his height and build. You'll get used to it."
The bartender took a deep breath and nodded repeatedly. "So that's why Deathstroke is called the Demon Under the Bed? Even if your cousin didn't kill those past victims himself, if they found someone identical to themselves crawling out from under their bed in the middle of the night, they'd either die of fright or lose their minds."
Deathstroke had Strangle crush the glass directly and raised one eyebrow. "What kind of nickname is Demon Under the Bed? It makes me sound like some adulterous lover sneaking around. Did you come up with it? I'll kill you!"
"Not me, not me!" Weasel immediately raised his hands in surrender. He could not run anyway, so begging for mercy was the right choice.
Wade grabbed Su Ming's hand. "Cousin, don't be like that. He's my friend, he's a good guy. Besides, with his intelligence, he couldn't