"The video has been post-processed, Sheriff. Can we proceed to the next step now?"
A few seconds later, the Adjutant sent a message. She had finished converting the videotape into a digital format and had even automatically added background music.
Su Ming had always known he was not omnipotent. He had simply never felt it as keenly as he did today.
Without a Cybertron robot like the Adjutant—one that could not vomit and had been fused with indescribable modifications—who else could handle Deadpool's cursed videotape?
Deadpool was fine when it came to fooling around, but converting traditional film into a digital format? An illiterate like him definitely could not manage it. Not to mention uploading the video to the Dark Web afterward and manipulating Rising Tide to spread it. Wade certainly did not know any Internet technology.
"Upload it. Don't deploy the paid commenters yet. Give some money to those people we bought within Rising Tide and have them handle the initial spread. Oh, and after you cut out some of the more extreme content, the video won't drive people insane again, will it?"
"It will not. According to my database analysis, the degree of grotesqueness in the video has been kept within the range ordinary people can accept. Side effects include, but are not limited to, persistent vomiting, uncontrolled urination and defecation, brief emotional instability, pica, and other treatable conditions."
The Adjutant inside Sepulk lightly waved her little hand, and the cursed video began uploading to several cloud drives. At the same time, she started contacting those hackers and preparing the second wave of information attacks.
Deathstroke took out a cigarette, put it between his lips, lit it, and drew deeply.
"Remember to change the headline. News titles need flair. Something like, 'Aliens Come from the Broken Land, and