"I roll, I flip, I crawl."
In the pitch-black office building, Deadpool talked to The Nonexistent Audience while performing various tactical maneuvers, shifting back and forth between the desks.
"Did everyone learn that? Finding cover is the first step to surviving on a modern urban battlefield. You have to make sure your head is hidden. Keeping your head down is the most important thing. Whether you can see the enemy is another matter. When exchanging fire, you just have to guess where they are, then stick your hand out and spray suppressive fire."
He had learned all this when he was a child soldier in Africa. The Black uncles over there could always fire from behind cover in all sorts of unimaginable positions.
As he explained, he demonstrated as well, such as pressing his head to the floor while sticking his butt high in the air.
The side of the small desk offered limited cover, so he could only curl up beneath it. If he covered his head, he could not cover the other end.
Strucker Enterprises' office building was exceptionally spacious, with each floor covering several thousand square meters. It was so dark inside that he could not even see his fingers, relying solely on Little Genius's children's watch for light. His target was the chairman's office in the middle of the floor.
There was light there. That dwarf probably had not gotten off work yet, while all the employees had been driven away.
Some Grandet-like bosses had this habit. Once the doors were shut, they kicked all their employees out and counted money alone in their offices. It was as though letting anyone see the bills or hear coins clinking meant they had suffered a loss.
"No wonder Cable, that man from the Future, chose this Time Point