In fact, food delivery might have been the safest profession in American comics. Even a lunatic like Joker would at most crack a joke and have some fun when he ran into a delivery guy. There was no record of anyone killing a food delivery worker.
It was even more absurd in the solo comics of Marvel's Humor-type characters. Even if a Cosmic Crisis erupted and the multiverse was about to collide, you could still order pizza and Mexican Burritos. Delivery guys could get your food to you even in outer space.
Su Ming felt that he might have stumbled upon another universal truth: Food delivery guys are omnipotent?
In any case, now was not the time to think about that. After saying goodbye to the room full of beauties, the two brothers arrived on the rooftop of the small apartment building. Wade looked at the sea of insects swirling through the sky and could not help whistling.
"Whew, that's a lot of bugs. Guys in the livestream, hurry up and spam some 666s to calm me down."
"Quit screwing around. You're still acting crazy at a time like this?" Su Ming grabbed Wade by the scruff of the neck, lifted him like a cat, and flew toward Manhattan. "I went to Stark yesterday to settle your bill. Looks like you've been having a great time, huh?"
Deadpool curled up his limbs, pulling his hands to his chest as he clutched the straps of his Pony Backpack.
"So that's why Happy delivered such a huge bag of cash yesterday. I thought I'd won the lottery. But Vanessa said some of her old girlfriends had been short on money lately and told me to support their business, so you know."
The tiny eyes on his mask blinked rapidly, making him look