Stab--!
In the dim room, a dark Space Rift ripped open out of thin air.
Deadpool carried Video Camera and stepped out of the crack in a swaggering manner.
"Mission successfully completed!"
As soon as he landed, he excitedly raised the Video Camera in his hand and shouted into the empty room, "Look, I'm not that powerful!"
The words were not spoken yet.
Tsk!
Two Heat Vision swept through the air.
Deadpool's neck tilted, and his head fell directly from his shoulders, falling to the floor with a "clack".
On the steps in the corner of the room, a tall man slowly walked out.
He has a face that is almost identical to John.
But he looks much older, probably thirty or forty years old.
He has an unkempt beard, his blond hair is a little messy, and his whole person exudes a sloppy and decadent atmosphere.
The sloppy man lowered his head, his eyes full of disgust, staring at the head that had rolled far away on the ground.
The head is gone, but Deadpool's mouth is obviously not dead.
"Don't be so mean, bro!"
Deadpool's head on the ground blinked, and his lips touched and complained,
"We have no grievances, and I want to help you, but you can't treat your benefactor like this!"
The sloppy man ignored Deadpool's complaints.
He walked forward with a cold face and asked in a deep voice, "What did you do just now? What is behind that crack?"
Deadpool's head stopped turning, and his eyes suddenly became extremely solemn.
He took a deep breath and said two words with a serious face:
"It's freedom!"
The corner of the sloppy man's eye twitched.
He was obviously too lazy to listen to this crazy nonsense anymore, so he raised his right foot and stepped on the chattering head.
Pfft.
Red and white filth splattered all over the floor.
The slovenly man walked to the steps expressionlessly and scraped the soles of his shoes on the edge of the stone steps.
He bent down and picked up the Video Camera that fell on the ground.
Before he could press the play button, there was another vague movement on the floor at his feet.
"You should be careful."
In a ball of crushed flesh, a few squirming teeth were opening and closing.
"Don't get so excited after watching the video that Video Camera will explode!"
The sloppy man looked down at the lump of meat.
He didn't lift his foot to step on it again.
It had been several days since he came to this damn place, and he naturally knew about this man's disgusting regenerative ability.
Continuing to struggle is simply thankless.
The sloppy man looked away and pressed the play button of Video Camera.
The screen lights up.
The picture shook slightly, then became clear.
That's between the buildings of New York.
In the video, John and Lynn are standing side by side. They are talking to each other with their heads tilted, and their faces are full of smiles.
Behind them stood Reggie, several boys and girls, and an extremely fat Big Golden Retriever with his tongue hanging out.
In front of them was Deadpool lying dead on the ground.
Everyone's position was very casual, there was no defense, there was only mutual trust.
Even across the screen, that real sense of warmth was still like a red-hot iron pillar, running straight into the sloppy man's line of sight.
This is a real home.
The sloppy man stared at the palm-sized screen and gritted his teeth.
He didn't make a sound, he just stood there, his whole body shaking violently uncontrollably.
He stared at the John in the video.
Staring at the other self who has the life he dreams of, with family, friends and sincerity...
And at his feet.
The mass of flesh and blood is slowly squirming and reorganizing, the bones and muscles are intertwined, and it is gradually returning to its human form.
Deadpool obviously hasn't taken to heart what happened just now.
"Hey, brother, please lift your feet a little."
Deadpool muttered vaguely, "My ears are still stuck to the soles of your shoes."
As he spoke, Deadpool slowly wriggled along the floor towards the sloppy man like a meat worm.
He struggled to lift his half-grown neck and subconsciously glanced at the man's face.
At this sight, Deadpool's originally unformed movements froze.
His eyes widened and he exclaimed as if he had seen a ghost:
"I'll go, why are you crying?!"
The sloppy man still ignored the pile of minced meat on the ground.
His eyes were glued to the screen, allowing the video to finish playing and then loop again.
Tears slid down his unshaven cheeks, leaving two clear marks on his skin.
But he was not sad.
Instead, he showed a smile that was even uglier than crying.
He is happy.
From the bottom of my heart, I felt an unprecedented sense of ecstasy and joy.
That was after the strong light of the nuclear explosion swallowed up everything, and everything disappeared.
He thought that Lynn died in the explosion, and that the light dissipated due to his fault.
But Lynn is not dead.
Not only did he not die, he returned to his own world and looked much younger than before.
What makes Homelander even more happy is that Lynn did not lie to him.
Back in that fragmented world, Lynn once described a place to him.
There is the sea breeze of Long Island, a spacious Manor, a group of noisy but caring children, and a Golden Retriever.
Big John has been comforting himself in his heart that it is just a bedtime fairy tale that Lynn casually made up in order to survive, or to comfort him before death.
After all, that kind of place is so beautiful that it doesn't even seem to exist in real life.
But now, this actual video slaps him in the face and pulls him out of years of despair.
The Utopia in Lynn's mouth is all true.
At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind.
He wants to see Lynn right away.
He wants to push open the Manor door and walk in front of Lynn.
The moment this thought arose, the smile on Big John's face suddenly froze.
The warmth in his eyes receded like a tide, leaving only coldness.
He lowered his head and looked at Deadpool, who had grown half a shoulder on the ground.
"Did you just come back from the world of Lynn?"
Deadpool, who was busy reattaching his arm, paused and muttered vaguely:
"Yes, it has a different flavor..."
Before he finished speaking, the boots stopped in front of his eyes.
Big John stared at him.
"I agreed to come to this ghost place with you because you told me that you could let me see Lynn and take me to the world of Lynn."
Big John's eyes began to glow red.
He leaned down slightly and looked at Deadpool's face that hadn't fully grown yet.
"Then why, when you went to that world just now, didn't you take me with you?"