"I heard you once spread the Will of Fire among the Asgardians. Did they believe it?"
The two Mercenary brothers arrived at a curved platform not far from Yggdrasil. The platform, originally built of golden stone around the great tree, was now badly shattered, with rubble constantly falling from beneath their feet into the Abyss below.
Wade was not worried about what lay beneath his feet. He was more interested in digging up something amusing.
"Odin believed half of it, which was why he later compromised with me." Deathstroke looked at the flames before him and stretched out a hand as though warming himself by the fire, sensing something before shaking his head. "But that no longer matters. What we need to deal with next are the People in the Shadows. Are you ready?"
"Wait, wait, wait. You called me over with one phone call, told me nothing, and then shot me right away. Brain damage can definitely cause memory loss, because I absolutely don't remember you ever telling me anything about these gods. Are they beauties? Or at least beautiful-looking?"
Deadpool shook his head frantically, spreading his arms in front of his cousin with a look as if he had seen a ghost.
"It's normal that you don't remember, because I really didn't tell you anything." Su Ming shrugged and adjusted the position of the bullet hole in Deadpool's mask. "I only asked whether you were ready."
"I don't know anything, so what am I supposed to prepare for? If you're asking whether I had an enema today, then the answer is no, but I brought whitening lotion." Deadpool pulled a white bottle from the Pony Backpack on his back, squeezed a glob of cream into his hand, rubbed it around a few times, and smeared it over his