"Guys, did you see that?"
As Deadpool used his self-named Dual Swords to Scissors Divine Skill to try to snip off his enemies' heads, he turned toward empty air and spoke to The Nonexistent Audience: "Some people were saying those two were actually in an incestuous relationship, that their insults were just some kinky little game. But I, Detective Deadpool, could already tell that wasn't true. They have zero chemistry. They're even worse than mercenaries who just teamed up on the spot. Buddy who provided the bad intel, send over some gifts as an apology!"
"How long has he had these symptoms?" Gwen sniffed, her eyes turning dead and fishlike. "Muttering to himself and auditory hallucinations and stuff?"
Su Ming shrugged at the question. Since he had not found a suitable outside target, he temporarily set aside his plan to pull more people in. Instead of answering Deadpool's question directly, he said, "That's just his habit. Constantly talking nonsense helps him perform better. Wade, hurry up. Stop playing around!"
Deathstroke raised his wrist and tapped it with the knuckles of his other hand, indicating that he was in a hurry.
Deadpool, who had been having a great time, sighed and spread his hands at the enemy. "You heard the boss. He's rushing me. Could you just stand still and let me stab you to death? It'd be good for everyone."
"Dream on! You disgusting monster! We are Inheritors, the future rulers of billions of realities! We will never die here!"
Bora, lying on the ground and still vomiting, raised her head to argue. But when she faced Deadpool's indescribable face again, she immediately lowered her head and threw up once more.
If Brix had not blocked Deadpool's path to finish her off, she would probably have died already.
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