Deadpool's face froze.
He raised his head suddenly and looked around at the dead sea of sand where no living thing could be found, his eyes widened.
"Grass!"
Deadpool threw the broken sign in his hand onto the sand, pointed at the desolation and shouted:
"What the fuck is Manhattan here??!!"
There is no Empire State Building, no Central Park, and no Vought Tower he is looking for.
There is only a flattened wasteland.
To be honest, Deadpool thought he was in the wrong place.
Deadpool stood on the sand dune with his hands on his hips, laughing in anger.
"This Universe and Homelander are quite good."
He looked at the glazed scorched earth under his feet and complained,
"I thought he was just a giant baby who only wears tight clothes and shows off everywhere, but I didn't expect that he could get to this point. How much evil has this grandson done?"
This Universe and Homelander will not be left alive, right?
Deadpool touched his chin.
He felt that things were not that simple.
A Homelander who can force humans to launch nuclear bombs and turn New York into wasteland is definitely a ruthless character.
A pervert of this level cannot die in a nuclear explosion so easily.
In fact, Deadpool is quite interested in this Homelander. Among the many the Boys Universe that have traveled through it, it can cause this level of damage. This Homelander that has never been seen before is definitely among the top ones in terms of strength.
Deadpool left this radiation zone.
He needs to find a place where there are people, get some recent newspapers, and find out where the world is headed.
A few hours later.
Deadpool appeared on the streets of a city named Round Clam City.
As soon as he stepped into this street, Deadpool couldn't help but take a deep breath under the mask.
Here he felt as if he was back in his hometown.
A large comic exhibition is being held in the square in the city center.
The crowd was bustling and there were guys in strange clothes everywhere.
Deadpool even saw a cosplayer dressed exactly like him in the crowd.
"What kind of person wears the same clothes as me?"
Deadpool walked over, pulled out the dagger on his thigh in a very friendly manner, and stabbed it into the neck of the actor.
Blood spurted out, and the man fell to the ground clutching his wound and screamed like a slaughtered pig.
It's a pity that there is no Healing Factor.
Deadpool pulled out the dagger, wiped the blood on the opponent's clothes, walked swaggering through the crowd of onlookers, and walked towards the depths of the venue.
He had to find a newsstand.
Before taking two steps, there was a commotion in the exhibition area ahead.
A man in a blue tights, as fat as a hot-air balloon, was treating himself like a bowling ball, charging through the crowd with bullets.
He said "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo was was that was a train?
The actors who acted like the Flash, Supersonic, Quicksilver... were all knocked away.
That's Pete.
Deadpool rubbed his eyes, but before he could look away, he saw another scene by the fountain pool.
A fat boy Chris wearing a green fish scale suit was lying by the pool, sticking his butt out, trying to make... friends with the octopus inside.
Deadpool's scalp feels numb.
It can make Deadpool's scalp numb just looking at it. It must be a good job and should be rewarded!
Two minutes later.
In a dark alley behind the comic exhibition venue.
Deadpool threw the bruised Pete and Chris next to the trash can.
Chris's face was covered with blood, and he knelt on the ground and hugged Deadpool's calf.
"Spare me!"
Chris cried bitterly and pointed at the unconscious Pete next to him, "I am willing to give Pete..."
Deadpool raised his eyebrows and pressed the knife down patiently, waiting to hear what shocking transaction conditions this fat boy would reveal.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
There was silence in the alley.
There is no further text.
Chris just opened his mouth and looked at him eagerly, as if what he just said was a complete sentence.
"Grass."
Deadpool cursed and turned his wrist.
The light of the knife flashed.
He conveniently let these two people make guest appearances as Louis XVI and Gol D. Roger respectively.
Deadpool shook off the blood beads on the blade and just walked out of the alley when he ran into two other cosplayers.
Lois wearing Starlight uniform, and Megan wearing a transparent plastic bag cos Translucent.
"..."
Deadpool's stomach was churning.
It's too harsh on the eyes.
Even the action of drawing the sword was almost out of sight, and he sent the mother and daughter directly into the alley, where they reunited neatly with Pete father and son.
After cleaning up these things that made the san value crazy, Deadpool sheathed the knife and felt that the air was much fresher.
He raised his head and his eyes fell on a bench not far away.
There was a baby sitting on the bench, holding a bottle in his mouth, and wearing a tailor-made mini Homelander suit.
It's Jiaozi.
Next to the baby, squatting was a white bipedal dog.
At this time, Brian was looking at the headless corpses at the entrance of the alley with his eyes wide open and his whole body trembling.
Brian is scared crazy.
It tucked its tail, slid its four legs on the ground, turned around and was about to run away.
As for Jiaozi, who was sitting on the bench, not only did he not cry, he almost laughed out loud when he saw the miserable situation of the family in the alley.
Deadpool took a step forward and stood in front of Brian.
Brian stopped suddenly and fell to the ground in fright.
"What are you running for?"
Deadpool looked at the dog condescendingly, "I know you are a well-known writer and a great writer."
I heard these names.
Brian's two trembling hind legs suddenly stopped shaking.
It was stunned for a moment, its fear quickly receded, and its whole body swelled.
Brian stood up from the ground, even pretending to pat the dog hair on his body and puff out his chest.
"Are you my fan?"
Brian asked in a slightly reserved tone.
Deadpool's mouth twitched under the mask.
"Of course."
Deadpool grinned and followed its words,
"But great writer, I have a question that I hope you can answer."
When he heard that it was his fans asking for advice, Brian was completely furious.
Not only was it no longer afraid of the killer, it even acted like a gentleman, raising its chin calmly.
"Please ask."
Brian said confidently,
"As a well-known writer, literary giant, famous author, and Nobel Prize winner for literature, I know the answers to all the questions in the world."
Deadpool put his hands on his hips and moved closer.
"Do you know where Homelander is? You know, it's not the one holding the bottle, it's the real giant blond baby."
"Right there."
Brian pointed at the middle-aged man who looked like a homeless man sleeping on the bench.
"???"
Deadpool is a question mark.
"I lied to you Jiaozi has no butthole."
Brian swears.
Hiss...
Deadpool took a deep breath.
Isn't it said that one should be one of the best in terms of strength? How could one become such a virtuous person?
But that's it.
Ordinary people cosplay Superheroes at a comic exhibition. Superheroes cosplay ordinary people at a comic exhibition. It seems... quite reasonable?