While Deathstroke and his group wandered around The Great Marsh, Wade had just walked out of a bank in New York City. He happily squinted, already planning how to spend the money he had just earned.
After running off to the world of Star Wars and successfully disgusting Palpatine to death again and again, Deadpool had smoothly settled his commission with the Adjutant. Today was another day of looking after Vanessa and her girlfriends.
"Hm? Is it my turn?" He alertly turned his head toward empty air and blinked a few times. "I thought I hadn't had anything going on lately. Perfect, guys, help me figure this out. After I bought Inoz a house, she divorced me just a few days later, but sometimes we still sleep together. Does that count as her scamming me out of my money?"
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"Mm-hmm. Put that way, I really didn't lose out. 2.7 million US Dollars for free sex for life—sounds pretty good."
Wade nodded, clasped his hands behind his head again, and continued strolling down the street with a swagger.
Every time he went to patronize the girls on the street, he spent tens of thousands in a single night. 2.7 million was roughly seventy or eighty times; at a "helping" frequency of three times a week, that was probably only enough for half a year of fun outside?
When he did the math, it really didn't seem like a loss.
Thus, Wade, who believed he had come out ahead, was in a great mood and decided to go find Spider-Man to hang out with. It was the weekend, the weather was wonderful, the breeze was gentle, and there were no valuable targets popping up in the city.
He could take a shortcut to Peter's house through this alley.
"Robbery!"
Before he