The zombie started running, and the two sitting at the mouth of the hole bounced as if they were riding horseback. It was actually kind of fun.
But as a foul stench gradually approached, Deadpool staggered out of the black forest, steadying himself on thick strands of hair. The pleasant atmosphere instantly vanished, because the moment he arrived, he started complaining, rolling his eyes with his tiny eyes:
"Hmph, Cousin, you killed my Logan again. If this keeps up, what if the audience mistakes me, the protagonist, for some freeloader?"
Deadpool was not stupid at all. After hacking wildly at the Giant's scalp, he had keenly noticed that the thing's heartbeat and breathing were gone. Didn't that mean it was dead?
If a dead man could still move, Cousin had to be behind it. So he put away his weapons and came looking for Deathstroke.
As for how he had found Deathstroke's location, that was simple. It was the telepathic connection between brothers, perfectly reasonable.
"Ew, what do you mean, your Logan? Gross." Su Ming was in a good mood and deliberately teased his cousin.
But Deadpool was an expert at grossing people out. Rather than refuting his cousin's teasing, he deliberately started acting coy like a little girl, kicking at the ground with the tip of his foot again and again.
"I... I just like Logan so much, Cousin. You're so mean. Why did you have to say it out loud? I love Logan so much that I want to slice his flesh off piece by piece and eat it. Ahh, how embarrassing. Mmm~~~~ You killed the big Logan and turned him into a zombie too. I won't stand for it."
"Blech."
Deathstroke and his cousin could disgust each other without issue, but Death gagged.
It could not be