Faced with the threat of deductions that would not kill him but would hurt his wallet badly, Deadpool compromised again without a shred of backbone.
He had only wanted to fight for a scene that would show him off better. Any scene would do; it did not have to be some grand battle. They could have a beautiful Synthezoid woman airdropped in and temporarily arrange a romance scene for him.
Unfortunately, Adjutant did not fall for his whining. This being, once an AI and now a woman, was effectively twice as difficult to negotiate with.
"Don't deduct my money. I'll use the black egg to touch it right now, okay? Sigh, I just feel a bit of a gap, that's all. My questions were for the movie to turn out better."
Seeing that his attempt to add scenes for himself had gone nowhere, Deadpool kept muttering as he reluctantly held the little ball and pressed it against the Crown beside him, which was like a mountain. It was as if he were about to crack an egg into a pan.
But at that moment, something suddenly changed. The Crown, which had looked brilliantly golden, transformed. The material composing it instantly became countless corpses piled together.
Some of the corpses looked as though they had been dead for a long time, shriveled like mummies or dried corpses. Others were fresh, seemingly still clinging to their last breath; even the eyeballs in their sockets had not completely turned white.
"Holy shit, is this the twist in the script?" Deadpool looked as if the abrupt change had frightened him, though he looked more like an entertainer on a variety show putting on a reaction. He held the black egg in one hand and covered his mouth with the other, eyes wide as he