Well, Deadpool's affected act had been fake anyway. Expecting him to feel sympathy for an alien race?
That was simply impossible.
Wade had been a child soldier and lived through the age of massacres. Anyone with too much compassion couldn't make a living as a Mercenary. Whether aliens lived or died had nothing to do with him.
"Seriously, Cousin, you couldn't even play along? We could've cried for these aliens first, then pretended to stand on their side and tricked the information we wanted out of this big computer. Once we got the goods, we'd just leave. Wouldn't that have been great?"
The little white eyes on his mask looked utterly lifeless, as though he was disappointed that his plan could not be carried out.
"There's no need." Su Ming flicked away the ash and exhaled a cloud of bluish smoke. "This artificial intelligence possesses emotions. It is already a highly advanced electronic life-form. Treat it as a person and investigate its motives, and we'll have our answer. Think about it—it originally had the ability to blow up the entire planet, so why did it leave it behind?"
"If Doom is not mistaken, this planet should be regarded as a 'field.'"
Doctor Doom looked at the emoji on the screen and did not give Wade a chance to guess. After hearing Deathstroke's question, that bastard's expression had gradually turned sleazy. Who knew what perverted answer he had come up with?
A gust of wind suddenly swept through the empty street, lifting Susan's blonde hair slightly. She seemed a little cold and rubbed her arm.
Leaning on the Godslayer in his hand, Su Ming stood in the street facing the building. He seemed to be explaining it to everyone, but he was also laying his cards on the table with the