This backup Plan C was the abbreviation of that call where you phoned people in for help. This Joker Cow really was powerful. Formed from Deadpool's subconscious, it was practically a copy of Su Ming himself, but its strength lay only in its individual combat ability.
It did not have Deathstroke's connections. It did not have Deathstroke's subordinates. Nor did it have certain tools that Deathstroke possessed.
Perhaps in Deadpool's subconscious, none of those things counted as strength. After all, to a Mercenary, only he himself was truly reliable.
But for the Sorcerer Supreme, the world was maintained not just through fists, but also through countless handshakes and negotiations.
That was the difference in their ways of thinking.
They were currently in a passage within the Dream Dimension, part of Wade's own dream. Strictly speaking, this was unclaimed territory, because Deadpool could not be bothered to learn anything related to dimensions.
To him, knowing the time and place, and knowing who needed chopping up, was enough. Not knowing all that mysterious stuff would not stop him from making money.
Since that was the case, in a Pocket Dimension of Marvel's Earth-40K, calling over a Dimensional Demon God for help was perfectly normal, right?
Plan C sounded mysterious, but in plain terms, it meant having Adjutant tell Little Wong at Loyalty Academy that he could start burning paper offerings.
There were naturally other options, such as using the Time Stone to stop time and deal with the enemy at leisure, or using his imagination to create something like a Batman cow to fight the Joker Cow. But neither was the optimal solution.
The battle continued. Strangle fought the enemy's milk tentacles fiercely, but the genuine Symbiotes were gradually gaining the upper hand. Even though the enemy had Funnels, Cloak could withstand