"I already understand what you've been through, A'Du." Deathstroke braced both hands on the table, his fingers slowly tracing across the stone surface. "My cousin Deadpool and I were hired by Tony Stark to rescue you."
A question mark seemed to pop up over blonde Susan's head.
Deathstroke was American. She had grown up listening to ghost stories about him, and only after coming into contact with S.H.I.E.L.D. did she learn that Deathstroke was a mercenary rather than a demon.
But hadn't her own family hired him to save her? Why had Tony hired him to rescue Victor, a foreigner?
It was not just her. Even Doom, behind his mask, showed surprise in his eyes.
"You mean Iron Man—Stark—hired you to save Doom? Reed and Johnny did not hire you to save Su?"
Deathstroke crossed one leg over the other, pulled out cigarettes, and lit one for himself and one for his cousin. His face plainly said, What nonsense are you talking about?
"I am the Sorcerer Supreme. What would I gain from lying to you about this? Besides, could a professional mercenary like my cousin possibly fail to figure out who paid the bill?"
Deadpool puffed out his little chest. He had lifted half his mask, a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he smugly said:
"Exactly. With my IQ, nobody on Earth can fool me. Tony really was the one paying, and he said he'd help me find Carbonadium."
Seeing how certain the two cousins were, Doom unconsciously raised a hand to his chin and began to think.
A moment later, a deep voice emerged from behind the iron mask.
"Why? Doom and Iron Man have hardly had any dealings. Why would he save Doom?"
Without even blinking, Su Ming began making things up, putting on a sentimental