Deadpool could not fly, but that was not much of a problem. This was the void, where space had no clear definition, so he could send himself up into the air and stand shoulder to shoulder with God by doing high knees in place.
But that was too slow and too tiring.
To show the enemy some respect, after returning the Dagger to Cousin, he pulled two pieces of equipment resembling oxygen tanks from his pockets, strapped them on with a Posture Corrector, and put them on. These were the rocket flight devices Cable had made for him.
"Though these two rocket boosters are still a bit slow, topping out at subsonic speeds, they've got plenty of endurance." Stuffing his intestines back into his belly and fastening them with a few staples, Deadpool waggled his brows at the empty air beside him. "Just like me—long-lasting, hahaha!"
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"Yes, I know. Every time that kind of duration comes up, someone always mentions Tony. Damn it, he's stealing my clout again. I was wearing red first. Hmph, once this mission is over, I'll sneak into his house and hide under his bed to see whether he's improved at all in front of Cassandra."
Complaining as he went, he took a few steps, pulled out a lighter, and lit the fuse to ignite the rockets. With a series of puff puff puff sounds, he shot rapidly into the sky!
The blue flames blasting from the rocket bottoms scorched the tip of his ass, but that did not matter. His butt was all dead skin anyway. Only a patch of his uniform pants had burned away, which was a little unsightly.
But only the outer uniform had burned through. The shorts underneath were fine—not because the fabric was fireproof, but because he had worn