A group of Deadpools began brawling among themselves. It was hard to describe what kind of scene it was; if one had to find a word for it, it would probably be Disgust.
Their bodies had already been rotting all over, and now they tore each other's guts open. All kinds of filth sprayed out of them as though it were free.
When ordinary people were blown apart, at most they sprayed blood or excrement. But these guys also spewed huge amounts of yellow-green pus, making them look like Plague Warriors.
However, Diana seemed to be gradually getting used to it. When Deadpool handed her an ice cream, she slowly licked it, her eyes still fixed on the chaotic battlefield as though she were deliberately training her resistance to Disgust.
The noisy battlefield was filled with gunfire, explosions, and countless obscenities. Many of the filthy, vicious words were probably things even demons could not imagine, yet these Little Deadpools rattled them off fluently, like nursery rhymes.
"There's no need to broadcast those dirty words."
Deadpool beside her was holding an ice cream as well. He took a bite from the snowball and flashed a V-sign at the empty air.
"My personal blockbuster has gotten to this point, so a PG-13 rating probably won't cut it. You've got to be realistic sometimes. Now I need to aim for NC-17, so we need as little profanity as possible. Cut this part, okay?"
"Stop chatting with your imaginary friends, Wade. There's something I don't understand. Why did they start fighting each other when you're standing right here?"
Wonder Woman raised a hand to wipe the sweat from her temple. Forcing herself to stare at such disgusting things without throwing up was somewhat burdensome for her too, but after crossing a certain threshold, it