What could he do? Deadpool was his own brother, after all. He wanted to play a game for a while, and it was no big deal. Naturally, Su Ming had to satisfy this little request.
In the past, whenever he had asked Wade for help, even when he paid him like it was business, Wade had never refused. He could be summoned at any time; even if he was halfway through with a woman, he would immediately come to help.
Super mercenaries did not take jobs just because there was money involved. They had the right to choose. If they did not want a job, no amount of money would make them accept it. In fact, if one wanted to hire a mercenary on Deathstroke or Lobo's level, one often had to beg on their knees.
Yet Wade had never turned down a job from his cousin. What kind of spirit was that?
It was brotherly affection concealed beneath the rules of mercenary work.
So his younger cousin's little request could still be granted. Earth Prime had been hammered out by the World Forger, after all. If they accidentally broke it while playing, they could just restart it.
Su Ming's own abilities had also improved tremendously. Creating a Single Universe was no trouble at all, and restarting one was even easier.
So Wade began outlining his plan. His verbal skills were poor, so he made up for them with body language. In any case, it was obvious that he was very happy.
But Little Superman, who was sitting in the pickup truck after having just been dug out from beneath the satellite, started coughing.
"Cough, cough, cough—hiss."
A new plan had appeared among the items on his mental to-do list. This plan seemed to have a very different style. Why