They found a maintenance room in the sewers. After pushing the door a few times with a little force and crushing the corpses braced behind it into a puddle of mush, they entered and gained a temporary place to rest.
"Adjutant, show us what Deadpool is up to."
The projection appeared. In the pitch-black room, its faint blue glow created the atmosphere of a movie theater, and Adjutant thoughtfully delivered popcorn and soda as well.
By United States tradition, watching a movie meant drinking cola, that particular kind of Otaku Happy Water. Any other carbonated drink just did not taste right.
With Deathstroke and the others all withdrawn, leaving Deadpool alone on the street, he instead looked completely at home.
Like Deathstroke, Deadpool was a lone Mercenary. He could cooperate with others on missions, but he was most destructive when alone.
When Wade did not have to worry about accidentally hurting those around him, his disgusting tactics rose by several levels. Taking off his shoes and kicking enemies in the nose with his stinking feet was something he could not use while with Cousin.
Deathstroke probably would not throw up from Deadpool's foot odor, but if the girls Cousin had brought along threw up, he might get angry.
Deadpool did not want to gamble on that. What if they docked his pay?
But now that Deathstroke and the others had withdrawn first, leaving Wade alone to cover the rear, he removed all restrictions and brought out every area-of-effect ability he had.
On the screen, the demon crouched on all fours and still trying to bite Deadpool looked somewhat like a scaleless lizard. Although it dodged Wade's spinning back kick, merely allowing his peeling, stinking foot to sweep past its nostrils, it appeared completely unharmed.
But after completing its evasive movement,