The explosion in the wall startled Jessica. She clenched her little fists, ready to fight, but when the dust settled, she saw that the person who had broken through from the other side was the one who had saved her that day.
That scare had even driven her tears back. She realized that, given Earth's current situation, crying here was no solution. She still needed to bury her family as soon as possible.
With that in mind, her gaze turned to Deathstroke again. He was probably the only one who could arrange a cemetery at a time like this, wasn't he?
Su Ming noticed her gaze but did not respond immediately. Instead, he waved at Wade.
"How did you find this place?"
Deadpool skipped over to Deathstroke's side. His smell even overwhelmed the formaldehyde stench of the morgue, and every movement seemed to radiate his personal fragrance.
Under the pale white lights, he gently rested his head on Su Ming's shoulder and said in an affected tone, "I've got a cousin radar in my head, you know. So? Can you feel my love for you? Can I get a raise?"
"Pfft!"
Godslayer, transformed into a longsword, was still the answer for his cousin. It ran him straight through, and electric current spread over the surface of his red-and-black suit. Twitching violently, he collapsed.
"Too gay. Back off." Su Ming pulled back his weapon and flicked off the slime.
Jessica and the Survivors all shrank back, horrified.
Deadpool's intestines had spilled all over the floor, yet he was lying in a pool of blood doing aerobics—the kind of morning TV workout show that did absolutely nothing to help people lose weight and only existed so they could stare at handsome men and beautiful women.
At the hole Wade had blasted through,