"Wuwuwu, even my cousin is helping the villain do evil. I'm starting to be afraid to go home."
Deadpool looked utterly dead inside after witnessing this. He slumped limply in his chair, his face twisting as he turned toward the empty air beside him and wailed:
"Guys, Siege really got it damn right. People inside the city really do want to escape! Thanks, bro, for the big airplane gift, love ya! Wuwuwu, this is so hard for me. It's already dark, and I still don't dare go home. Some people say I'm acting. Acting my ass! Thanks, family, for the skyscraper gift, love you! Wuwuwu!"
Seeing him clown around and throw out memes like that, Su Ming knew he was fine. That was all that mattered.
As for Wade's words, perhaps part of them really was true. He followed the creed of "the greater the power, the less the responsibility," and responsibility was the thing his cousin hated most.
It looked like Su Ming would have to talk to Shakara later. She should stop constantly talking about family responsibilities and the like. At the very least, Wade needed to feel a little freer, even if it was only an illusion.
Su Ming sent his bastard cousin rolling off to cry somewhere else and took over the work ahead. After all, the night was still long, and Little Superman's performance still had to continue.
He had just left Berlin, so Hamburg would be next, followed by London across the sea.
"Adjutant, have the promotional articles for Little Superman been released?"
While remotely directing Little Superman on how to save people and what to say, Su Ming calmly kept track of the progress of the other arrangements.
"They have been released in batches. Three billion bot accounts have begun reposting them. Processing."