Deadpool's Story

"Tell me, with such a huge advantage, how did you manage to screw things up this badly?"

Su Ming pushed aside the living rotten flesh, stuffed a cigarette into his mouth, and asked helplessly. He had long been mentally prepared for Little Cousin to go wrong at any moment.

Deathstroke's mission completion rate was one hundred percent, while Deadpool's was only around sixty or seventy percent.

Wade was a very freewheeling person. Sometimes, halfway through a mission, if he felt that what he was doing was wrong, he might even turn on his employer, kill them, and take the money.

As for his standards of right and wrong, naturally, they were based on his personal preferences. If he got along especially well with the target, he could abandon the mission at any time.

That was why he was so capable yet had mediocre business. Who with any real choice would hire a mercenary who might betray them at any moment?

The mercenary and assassin business was highly competitive too, especially in the information age he lived in. Mission success rates were displayed right there on international mercenary websites, and the client comments below were all bad reviews. It greatly affected his business.

Still, Wade often ran promotions—half-price commissions, kill one and get the whole family free, artistic photoshoots for corpses, and so on.

He had even distributed coupons in newspapers and magazines. Housewives who enjoyed collecting coupons could receive top-tier mercenary services for free once they collected ten.

Unfortunately, the people these housewives wanted killed were usually their husbands. All the profitable add-on services Deadpool had prepared, like "arson and murder" or "wipe out the whole family," were completely useless.

The coupons had cost Deadpool dearly. In difficult times, he had even needed to take jobs finding cats and dogs