"Ah, yes, right there. That feels good. Adjutant, give us a slow-motion close-up." Deadpool picked his nose with the hand that had just scratched his ass, the fabric over his mask's nose damp like a cat's or dog's. In a slutty, teasing voice, he said, "Everyone, look at this slow-motion shot. What do you see?"
With a crooked grin, he posed the question to the people at the table. As a qualified Mercenary, sometimes he needed to leave room for the audience to think for themselves.
The current shot showed Tony and the Synthezoid parents being sent flying a great distance, just as they smashed craters into the ground.
Dust and fragments of road slowly rose through the air, while the Synthezoid bodies had already deformed. Drops of red blood hung in midair like tiny planets in the slow-motion footage.
The real Howard held his wineglass. He could not see anything special; he only felt that his Synthezoids had died quite heroically.
Being killed by a demon god was a lot classier than dying in a car accident like Deathstroke, right?
Cassandra's two parents were only here to accompany the vomiting today and had no right to speak. Cassandra herself, however, looked at the slow-motion recording, then at Maria beside her. After turning her head back and forth a few times, she really did find the difference.
"Aunt Maria's Synthezoid wore a necklace, but she herself doesn't have that accessory." She said it as though she had simply turned it into a spot-the-difference game.
Deadpool nodded wildly, then began applauding. He looked at Cassandra with an admiring expression as well.
"They say one-eyed people are smart, and sure enough, it's true. You've got good eyes. By the way, if anyone asks whether I support Tony getting together with you or