"Found it. The Controllers and the Micro-Robots used Anti-Gamma-Ray Communication Technology for interstellar communication, not Quantum Communication. Doom had already estimated this mysterious person's technological level. I successfully intercepted the signal and locked onto its source."
A minute meant exactly a minute. Doctor Doom delivered his results as if he had been timing himself. Not only did he send Deathstroke a set of star-chart coordinates, he also assessed the enemy's strength.
Wade no longer dwelled on the money. He scrambled to his feet, pulled a spacesuit from his pocket, and started putting it on while chattering away. "All right, Cousin, watch me this time. Once I catch that big bad guy, I'll blow his ass up with a rocket launcher and send him spiraling into the sky."
"Let's skip the spiraling ascent." Su Ming examined the coordinates projected onto his visor, then compared them with the star map in his memory and pinpointed a planet. "Trying to fish out a completely unknown enemy from an entire planet? Too troublesome. I have an easier way."
Deadpool had put on his suit and was fastening the fishbowl-like helmet around his neck. "But we still have to solve the problem. There are too damn many of these bugs. They just keep pouring in like flies that smelled shit. If they keep tying us down, we can't move forward. By the way, Slade, are maggots and flies social insects? I often find tons of maggots in my house. They gang up to steal my leftover burritos. Damn it! Burritos are still edible after sitting for three or four days."
Su Ming pursed his lips. He had never studied flies, and why did his cousin talk so casually about having maggots breeding in his home?
"Then why don't you eat them? They eat your burritos,