Lynn is completely numb.
He has lost count of how many times he has died.
The bright spots of neon lights and the harsh sound of car horns invaded his senses without warning.
Lynn slowly opened his eyes.
What comes into view are the skyscrapers with dazzling billboards flashing, the endless flow of yellow taxis, and the dense crowds of hurried pedestrians around.
Here are New York, Times Square.
Lynn lowered his head and looked at himself reflected in the water on the roadside.
He still has that old body covered with age spots.
Well, it's another Lynn who survived to the end.
He was wearing an old gray jacket, with his hands in his pockets, standing at the intersection in the center of Times Square.
Lynn followed the horrified gazes of the people around him and raised his head to look at the huge electronic screen on the outer wall of the NASDAQ building.
On the screen, there was still the extremely familiar live broadcast.
In White House Oval Office, Homelander is standing on the president's desk with an arrogant smile on his face.
Bang!
The office door was kicked open, and Butcher, Kimiko broke into the camera again.
Immediately after the two sides started fighting, Ryan appeared, the father was kind and the son was filial.
In the end, Homelander was hit by Kimiko with Chest Blast, and Superpower was lost.
The gods were deprived of their godhood at this moment.
He became a mortal.
Wanting to release Heat Vision, my eyes were as wide as bells, but there was no wave.
He wanted to take off and run away, but he ended up like a clown, with his legs turned inwards and long jump from a standing position.
"No... my powers... what have you done to me?!"
Homelander looked at his hands in horror.
Butcher spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva with a cruel smile on his face.
He held the crowbar and walked step by step towards Homelander who collapsed on the ground.
"Don't... don't come over! Butcher, we can talk!"
Homelander, who lost his power, finally exposed the most cowardly and miserable side in his heart.
"Talk? Go to hell and talk to the people you killed, you bastard."
Butcher raised the fine steel crowbar in his hand high, aimed it at Homelander's Tianling Cap, and smashed it down with the hatred accumulated for more than ten years!
Just when everyone thought this nightmare was about to end with the tyrant's brain bursting.
Snap.
A crisp muffled sound spread throughout the world through the radio microphone.
Butcher's blow, which was so powerful and heavy that it could crush his skull, stopped abruptly only two centimeters away from Homelander's head.
It's not that Butcher is soft-hearted.
Instead, a hand wearing a red and black tactical leather glove stretched out from outside the camera and grasped the crowbar lightly.
The cheers on Times Square stopped abruptly.
An ominous premonition made Lynn's scalp tingle.
The camera slowly zoomed out, and a figure wearing a tight-fitting red battle suit, carrying two crossed Samurai Swords, and hanging full of firearm magazines on his waist, strolled into the frame.
It's Deadpool.
However, this Deadpool doesn't have that sense of cheapness and cuteness that comes from making jokes.
"Excuse me, everyone."
Deadpool turned his head and looked at Butcher, "This script is too boring. Revenge? Redemption? Come on, the audience has long been tired of watching this kind of cliche drama."
"Who the hell are you? Get out of here!"
Butcher roared angrily and tried to pull back the crowbar, only to find that the leather glove seemed to be welded to it, motionless.
"I'm here to free you."
Deadpool sneered.
Whoa--!
A cold light flashed.
No one could see clearly how he drew the sword.
Samurai Sword has drawn a perfect half-moon arc in the air.
Butcher's head was misplaced on his neck for a second, and then, together with the curse words that he had not uttered, he slipped directly from his neck and rolled under the desk.
Blood dyed half the office red like a fountain.
"Butcher!"
Kimiko let out a roar of grief and indignation, stretched out his sharp claws from both hands, and rushed towards Deadpool desperately.
"Healing Factor? Oh, I'm familiar with this stuff. I also have a way with it."
Deadpool didn't even look at her. He pulled out a Desert Eagle from the holster on his thigh with his backhand, without even aiming the gun.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three consecutive shots were fired, each shot accurately hitting Kimiko's knee and wrist joints.
Kimiko screamed and fell to the ground.
Deadpool stepped forward, Samurai Sword pierced Kimiko's heart and nailed it to the floor.
Then Deadpool pulled out the knife, flicked the blood on the blade, and his eyes fell on the trembling little Ryan in the corner.
Bang.
A crisp gunshot.
Ryan had a bloody hole between his eyebrows, and his body collapsed weakly in the corner.
The whole process takes less than ten seconds.
The protagonist group, who were showing off their power a second ago, turned into minced meat on the ground in this second.
Homelander, who was slumped on the ground, was completely dumbfounded.
He looked at the strange man in red who suddenly came out like a murderous god, and instinctively thought that this was the trump card sent by Vought International or some hidden force to save him.
"Thank you... thank you..."
Homelander swallowed and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying. "I am Homelander. You saved me. I will give you whatever you want..."
"Shh."
Deadpool turned around, walked to Homelander, and slowly squatted down.
He stretched out an index finger stained with blood and gently pressed it on Homelander's lips.
"I didn't save you because of how important you are, boy in tights."
Deadpool smiled and said, "I just think that being beaten to death with a crowbar is too cheap for a character like you. You need a more graphic way to die."
Homelander's smile froze on his face, and fear seized his heart again.
Deadpool slowly stood up and held up the Samurai Sword that was stained with Kimiko's blood.
"Goodbye, fake and inferior version of Superman."
Poof!
The sharp blade penetrated Homelander's Tianling Cap, nailing him directly to the carpet of the President's Office.
Times Square on.
The tens of thousands of spectators felt as if they had been collectively cast Full Body-Bind Curse, and were as silent as death.
No one can understand who this pervert in red appears suddenly and kills everyone.
Lynn stood in the crowd, all the hair on his body stood up at this moment.
in the screen.
Deadpool stood in Oval Office amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and casually pulled a side of Stars and Stripes to wipe the blood on the knife, and then inserted it back into the scabbard behind his back.
He seemed ready to turn around and leave.
But he suddenly stopped.
Deadpool's body froze in place, as if he sensed something.
He slowly and bit by bit turned his head and looked at the Video Camera lens that was broadcasting the footage live to the world.
Deadpool walked step by step to Video Camera until the red and black mask almost covered the entire screen.
The white goggles are magnified countless times on the screen.
In the eyes of tens of thousands of Times Square viewers, Deadpool was just looking at the camera.
But in Lynn's eyes, those eyes hidden behind the mask penetrated the screen, penetrated the barrier, and locked firmly on the soul in this old body at the crossroads of Times Square.
Deadpool smiled.
You can feel his smile even through the mask.
This moment.
Deadpool came up with a brilliant idea that could destroy all the Boys Universe in one go.