Wade had a filthy mouth, but his tactical analysis was correct. Among the corridors packed with countless Court chambers, there were public restrooms.
It couldn't be helped. This was a base for carbon-based lifeforms, after all. They obtained energy through food, and naturally, not all of it could be absorbed by the body. The body, this Chemical Plant, had a process for "discarding waste."
Deathstroke and Deadpool entered the restroom in security uniforms. Each chose a stall, then braced themselves against the walls with their hands and feet, sticking themselves to the ceiling as they waited for prey.
It really did feel a bit like Spider-Man. A lot of Spider-Men liked to perch in corners of the ceiling and spy on other people committing crimes.
Putting everything else aside, the facilities here were quite nice. There was none of the usual unpleasant restroom smell. Instead, the air carried the scent of a floral perfume-like cleanser.
The lights were bright, the floor was covered in expensive tiles, and the mirrors had been replaced with projection screens. It was very high-tech.
The only problem was that there were statues of the Three Gods in the restroom, which made one's scalp tingle. No matter what, there was no need to take brainwashing this seriously.
Silently mocking those three idiots, Su Ming soon got the unlucky fellow he had expected. Just from the hurried footsteps, he could tell the newcomer was desperate to unload.
The rapid clacking of shoe soles against tile passed Deathstroke's stall in a flash and entered the neighboring one where Deadpool was hiding. Then came a series of explosive splatters, followed by heavy, relieved breathing.
"Whew~~~"
Though Su Ming did not know the exact situation, the unlucky man had probably moved too fast for Deadpool to strike. The guy had