"This really is a terrible era. I can't even hire Mexicans if I want to. Tch, being a mercenary is tough. I'll have to make Batwoman pay me more later."
Firing rapidly as he spoke, he ran to his sister-in-law's side. He put away one of his pistols and drew Katana, combining ranged and close-quarters defense.
Of course, his martial skills were far inferior to Diana's, and he was a little overwhelmed in the fight. But as long as he traded injuries with these red-furred monsters with sharp fangs and mouths, he would be the one left standing in the end.
"Mexicans?" Wonder Woman's pressure dropped sharply with his arrival. These monsters seemed obsessed with Deadpool's scent, and many pounced on him, giving Little Dai a chance to speak.
"Yes—ow, what the hell are you doing?" Deadpool chopped down a red-furred monster biting his ass and complained. Then he simply put away his other gun and began swinging both blades. "Subcontracts, you know. Did Slade ever tell you anything about our mercenary business?"
Diana's Vulcan's Sword was better than Deadpool's Carbonadium twin blades, and she also had a shield for defense. She glanced back at the ancestor fencing behind them before continuing.
"No. I'm not interested in that. Mercenaries are much like assassins—an ancient profession—but that doesn't make it right. And what you and your brother do is illegal in most countries."
Well, she was just saying that. Some of what she did was illegal too, like carrying a sword down the street.
If it were an ordinary American, even walking around with a screwdriver could get them arrested for openly carrying a deadly weapon. And if that person happened to be a racial minority, they might not get arrested at all—the odds of their family hosting a funeral banquet