"Damn it, I got so carried away killing that I forgot these guys were supposed to be sold for money."
Amid the blazing flames and thick smoke of the wrecked spacecraft, Deadpool suddenly realized a serious problem.
According to the original plan, Cable had teleported him here so he could seize the opportunity to capture more Skrulls and sell them to Tony Stark or S.H.I.E.L.D. afterward.
But after taking several rounds of beatings and being unable to resist the hunger signals from the Symbiote, he had lost control. Not only had he slaughtered every Skrull on the ship through endless chatter and revolting methods, but he had also let Venom devour all their corpses.
How was he supposed to sell them now?
"The enemy spaceship was beaten into a pile of scrap, and every target was wiped out without a corpse left behind. Those two things together should have brought me twice the joy, but... why does it feel like this?"
His uniform had completely vanished. Looking like nothing more than a rotting corpse, Deadpool sat alone on a large rock nearby. He caught a snowflake drifting down from the sky and muttered to himself:
"It's really kind of cold here. It's all this Symbiote's fault. It even ate the Skrulls' clothes. Couldn't it have left me one thing to wear? So stupid. All it knows is how to eat. One-star review."
"...Trash host. One-star review."
Venom was thinking the same thing. After eliminating the enemies, it was only three-tenths full, yet this host just kept yapping and complaining. Annoying as hell!
Most importantly, it could not even eat him. Eating him would be disgusting. What rotten luck.
The Skrulls' spacecraft base was docked in a mountain hollow high in the peaks, above the snowline and far from any human