Cloak flew softly and silently. Only faint retching came from the flying carpet. Aside from Hermione, the other girls clearly still had not adapted to Deadpool's intensely fragrant odor after strenuous exercise.
The Enchantress was doing a little better, but she was still blaming herself for not remembering that she could use the Imperius Curse to control Meatball.
She had only thought about killing that Meatball, never considering that she could achieve her goal step by step. She really should not have overlooked that.
With Miss Granger in low spirits, she naturally forgot to use Scourgify to cleanse Deadpool as well.
Deathstroke, seated at the front of the flying carpet, said nothing. He merely watched the unknown road ahead and waited for his cousin to give his answer.
"I made another huge discovery. These severed hands, severed feet, eyeballs—basically all these human organs—they all look like they were cast from the same mold. Look at this."
As he spoke, he rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a black, mosaic-censored rod-shaped object, intending to hand it to his cousin.
"Hm?" Su Ming gave him a baffled look. That thing was far too inappropriate!
"Oh, wrong one. Mine." Wade guiltily glanced toward an empty direction. After confirming it would not affect the movie rating, he secretly tossed the thing straight down from high altitude and pulled out something else.
It was two oversized fingernails, pulled from Strange Hands and still stained with some black liquid, probably blood.
"You mean..." Deathstroke took the evidence. The things were about as large as small pans used for frying eggs. With the two nails fitted together, they looked somewhat like roof tiles, except their curves were far too pronounced.
"That's right, my dear cousin. I pulled these two nails from two different Strange Hands." Deadpool