Deadpool played with the dagger in his hand and tilted his head to look at Brian.
"How did he become so virtuous?"
Brian cleared his throat.
"Because this guy is crazy."
Brian pouted,
"One day he suddenly held a global live broadcast and announced that he was the god in this world. As a result, if you think about it, no one paid any attention to him."
Deadpool nodded.
"Then the giant baby broke through."
Brian spread out his two front paws,
"He began to purge all those who did not support him, killing dozens or millions of people, and the entire human race was almost compromised by his killing."
Speaking of this, he lowered his voice, with a hint of confusion in his tone.
"But he stopped suddenly. If he hadn't stopped there inexplicably, the military's nuclear bomb would not have been able to accurately target him."
Brian looked in the direction of the bench,
"Then several countries around the world pressed the launch button at the same time."
Deadpool touched his scar-covered chin.
"It stands to reason that with his flying speed, it would be easy for him to fly out of the explosion range before the nuclear bomb hits the ground."
Brian shook his head,
"But he didn't move. He just endured countless nuclear bombs. The huge amount of radiation not only washed Manhattan into wasteland, but also wiped out his Superpower. So, he became what he is now, a homeless man who just lies on the street and sleeps every day."
Deadpool's eyes slowly narrowed under the mask.
He stepped forward and walked towards the bench with a smile.
On the bench, the man in the tattered coat was still sleeping soundly.
He breathed heavily and turned over, completely unaware that a dangerous person had already stood in front of him.
Deadpool stood by the bench and pulled out Samurai Sword from his back.
The blade of the knife rubbed against the scabbard, making a clanging sound.
He aimed the tip of the knife at the homeless man's heart and stabbed it.
Just when the tip of the knife was less than one centimeter away from the worn coat.
The tramp suddenly opened his eyes.
Without any confusion as if he had just woken up, his eyes directly met the white frame on the Deadpool mask.
His dark blond hair was as messy as weeds on his head, and his dark blue eyes were full of turbidity.
This is indeed Homelander.
Deadpool's wrist stopped steadily, and the tip of the knife hung above the cloth.
The two just looked at each other with a knife between them.
"Stop pretending."
Deadpool laughed out loud, and casually rubbed the blade on Homelander's tattered clothes twice.
"Your Superpower didn't disappear at all, right?"
Homelander looked at him quietly without saying a word.
"A man who keeps saying he is a god is actually sleeping on a park bench."
Deadpool turned on the chattering taunting mode,
"If this is made into a movie, it will definitely make people laugh out loud. I have seen so many Parallel Universe in Homelander, and all of them are more useless than you."
The man on the bench still looked like a lifeless stone.
Until that word popped out of Deadpool's mouth.
Homelander's eyelids twitched suddenly.
A heart-stopping light suddenly appeared in those blue eyes that were originally like dead water.
He sat up straight and his coat fell to the floor.
"Parallel Universe?"
Homelander stared at Deadpool's face.
"Can you go to another Parallel Universe?"
Feeling the oppressive feeling of the homeless man in front of him, Deadpool's smile grew stronger and stronger under the mask.
He looked up and down at this man with messy hair and bloodshot eyes.
It seems that this will be a very useful knife.
Dawn shines brightly on the dining table through the glass window of Long Island Estate.
Lynn brought the last plate of omelettes to the table, took off his apron and hung it on the back of the chair.
"Breakfast is here."
Lynn looked at the young faces sitting around the table,
"Today John and I have to go to the company to deal with some aftermath work. You just stay at home. As long as you don't demolish this house, you can do whatever you want."
"Of course, if you have work, just do it and don't delay your business."
Several children nodded in unison, their mouths full of food, and responded vaguely.
John stood at the entrance, having changed into a well-tailored dark suit.
He doesn't have a battle suit, so he doesn't need to go to heaven to act as a god today, he just needs to follow Lynn.
"Gone."
Lynn opened the door and walked side by side into the morning breeze outside.
In the restaurant, the sound of chewing gradually slowed down.
Reggie held half a piece of bacon dipped in ketchup in his hand and turned to look out the window.
On Lawn, the SUV slowly drove out of the wrought iron gate of the Manor and finally disappeared around the corner.
"It's unreal."
Reggie put the bacon into his mouth and said it very softly,
"I always feel like this is all a dream."
Tommy stopped tearing the bread in his hand, and Kevin also put down the milk glass.
They all know what Reggie means.
Lynn was resurrected, John was in crisis, and then Lynn went to find them one by one, and finally everyone got together.
The gap in between was too big, and they were afraid that if they made a bigger move, this sweet dream would be awakened.
"It's not a dream."
Annie took a bite of toast and looked in the direction of the empty door with bright eyes, "We are going home."
Nine o'clock in the morning, Godolkin University.
The once bustling Supe School is now only a mostly cleared ruin.
The memorial service for the victims was held in this open space.
The complicated symphony and fancy arrangements were all cancelled, leaving only rows of black seats and a makeshift podium.
Lynn and John are sitting in the front row.
The memorial service went very quickly, and no one went into long and sensational speeches at this time.
When it was the turn of representative Vought to deliver a speech, John stood up, straightened the hem of his suit, and walked slowly onto the stage.
He looked at the families of the victims in the audience, said a few words of remembrance, and bowed at the end.
The ceremony ended soon.
Lynn and John left the scene.
When he got into the car, Lynn looked out the window at the black crowd gradually disappearing, and he knew very well.
This memorial service not only commemorates the deceased, but also brings an end to Vought's hotbed of Superheroes over the past few decades.
The impact of this incident on Vought can be described as a major change.
Godolkin University can be shut down completely.
The new generation died cleanly in yesterday's disaster. The new generation who are still in the training camp are at best a group of trainees who don't even understand their abilities.
As for the new and new generations that are farther away, without Compound V, there would be no new and new generations.
However.
In the eyes of many outsiders, although Vought International has won public opinion, its core industry has been broken, and it is only a matter of time before it completely leads to irreversible decline.
But the fact is, exactly the opposite.