No one knew what the twin brother and sister had experienced in the past. Maybe they had met Deadpools from other Parallel Worlds, because now they were panicking.
The moment Deadpool appeared, the two of them started dry-heaving. Judging by the fear in their eyes and on their faces, they had probably remembered something painful.
Gwenpool was dry-heaving along with the enemies. Her main problem was that Deadpool was standing too close; the bastard's "rich fragrance" was enough to make anyone dizzy.
"Good thing we're in the Mirror Dimension. Wade hasn't been completely exposed yet. With a slight color adjustment to his red-and-black uniform, he can blend into a crowd of spiders without much trouble."
Watching Deadpool charge off to hack at the siblings, Su Ming spoke quietly to Little Wong beside him. He pulled out some cloth from his belt pouch and had Gwen cover her face, wrapping it over her nose and mouth.
"Wade may smell bad, and he doesn't taste good either, but you'll get used to him eventually."
"I remember now. There used to be rumors that Deadpool and Deathstroke were brothers. So that really is canon! He's your cousin, and you were even planning to show me a movie he made?! Blegh!"
The reassurance had no effect. Covering her nose was useless too. The nausea Deadpool inspired came from the conceptual level; it could not be countered by such simple means.
When Gwen had read comics before, she had seen many characters throw up after seeing Deadpool's true face. She had thought it might just be an exaggerated artistic device.
But seeing him in person—no, before even seeing his real face—his body odor alone was already more than she could bear.
"Don't worry about the details. Just know that he can handle those two. Little