Deathstroke laid out all the intelligence he could think of that would remain broadly applicable even if the story changed. Then he lit a cigarette and smoked, giving his teammates time to digest it.
Deadpool did not care about that. He turned to look at the empty space beside him and started talking to the air.
"Guys, I don't know who this Kronos is, but I know Reed. Now you know how dangerous mad scientists are, right? Cousin was absolutely right to take that guy out in advance. Who knows how much trouble that saved 40K Earth. Just think about it—if that guy were still alive and ran into the current situation, wouldn't he be recklessly courting death again? He probably would've brought CAAT right to our doorstep already!"
Su Ming, who was listening nearby, nodded slightly. Good. Wade had finally said something sensible today.
And it was not just scientists. Uncontrolled, bottomless mad Mages were equally troublesome. It was not that he had to be some control freak; what some people were capable of doing was not important. What mattered was that they did not exist.
That might sound a little abstract, so here was a more concrete example.
Suppose you and a group of Survivors were hiding in a room during a Zombie Crisis, while zombies wandered all over the streets outside.
Yet among the people holding their breath in silence was one guy who was not afraid at all. Instead, he wanted to set off firecrackers, claiming he wanted to study the zombies' reactions to sound so it would help him research how to deal with them later.
No matter how everyone tried to persuade him, he refused to listen. What would you do then?
The best option was to get rid of him, so he would