Inside the Chocolate Factory, everything was filled with dreamlike cartoon scenery. There were adorable Little Dwarves who looked like illegal Mexican immigrants, wearing overalls and busily going about their work.
However, what they were stirring gave off a foul stench. It did not seem like chocolate at all, but rather something else of the same color.
The Little Deadpools were herded into the factory like pigs. They were all curious about this fresh new environment, and under Deadpool's guidance, they soon lined up to receive injections of some kind of serum.
"This is good stuff that'll give you the Speed Force and improve your competitiveness," he told every Little Deadpool after their injection, then pointed toward another door beside the hall. "All right, you've had your shot. Go wait in that room for the next step."
Having just gained super speed, how could the Little Deadpools resist such temptation? Naturally, they shot into the distant room like lightning.
And then there was no then.
This circus-like special space was a world formed from Deadpool's thought processes. Here, he was practically God; anything he did could become reasonable.
There was no room beyond that door at all. It led directly to the Speed Force Plane. Once the Little Deadpools rushed inside, they fell straight onto the "track." They could only keep running on instinct, drawing energy from the Speed Force Plane while cursing at the top of their lungs:
"There aren't any eggs at all! You're a fucking liar!"
One after another, like rabbit droppings, they were tricked by Deadpool into taking the injections, then tossed out of the Amusement Park one by one to carry out cruel, one-way missions.
But that was the fate of Mercenaries. They either served as cannon fodder or handled the most dangerous jobs. That was