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Chapter 405
Chapter 405: Please, I'm a Man Who's Going to Become a Superhero!
Someone curled their lip and said with disdain that compared to other countries, the American people living in 'dire straits' could better appreciate their identity as taxpayers. After all, in the United States, even if you buy a bottle of water, the consumption tax is written on the tag on it.
Of course, it's not that other countries don't have to pay tax; it's just more hidden compared to the United States.
At this moment, Xia Shang on stage, through Parasyte Sensing, saw Gambit Remy and others. Although their appearance wasn't exactly the same as in the movie, he could still recognize them at a glance. "Gambit Remy, Quicksilver Peter, and the young master from Long Island, New York, Angel Warren."
Xia Shang looked around. Besides the three of them, there were also some not-so-famous Mutants. In total, the number didn't exceed ten.
As for those unfamiliar Mutants, Xia Shang tried hard to identify them but still couldn't recognize them. However, this was also normal; after all, it's impossible for the movie to give every Mutant a camera shot. It could only be said that they were like most ordinary humans, belonging to the category of generic background characters.
"Cough cough." Xia Shang withdrew his gaze and continued, "Simply put, Mutants like Butcher constantly threaten our personal safety, and the difference between Superheroes and Butcher is that one is a guardian of the United States, and the other is a dangerous Terrorist. The United States today needs Superheroes, just like Washington needs Homelander."
Next, Xia Shang spoke about some of Homelander's heroic deeds.
As for the shills in the audience, they applauded vigorously for the one hundred US Dollars they earned daily! Led by the shills, the bandwagon effect was displayed vividly. For a time, the applause was thunderous and lasted for a long time! On the other side, Deadpool, who had a successful surgery, was sitting in a car, constantly sighing at the mirror.
"Alas," he sighed, "my supposedly perfect appearance is just gone like this. This is definitely a great loss for Hollywood."
"Shetty! Can you stop talking? It's been two whole hours since you last shut up!" a mercenary belonging to Stryker's command, who had been tormented the whole way, finally couldn't help but roar.
"Okay Officer, where are we going?" Deadpool, whose appearance was ruined, put on his self-made mask—which was just a cloth bag with two holes dug in it.
"Jie Er Company. Today is their opening day," he replied. "It's said their main business is related to Mutants; apparently, they want to create some Superheroes. It's simply a Joke."
The mercenary holding the steering wheel sneered, his gaze filled with disdain.
"I understand. Isn't it just causing trouble? I'm good at this."
Deadpool picked up the handheld grenade launcher next to the seat and started fiddling with it.
"Be careful. We're using live ammunition this time." Through the rearview mirror, seeing Deadpool playing with the launcher, the mercenary driving the car, his eyelids twitched wildly. He knew very well how powerful this thing was. If it exploded in the car, they would probably be meeting God the next second.
"Don't worry, it's not like I can die anyway."
In the Laboratory, Deadpool had already seen how terrifying his self-healing ability was. Even if a leg was blown off, it could still grow back.
"You can't die, but I will, and I'll be blown to bits," the mercenary said, truly angered. "I really don't know why General Stryker would send you to participate in this secret operation. Oh, and later, absolutely do not expose our identity. Remember to speak Russian."
"But what if I can't?" Deadpool asked. "Can I use sign language?"
"Suit yourself."
The mercenary decided that no matter what Deadpool said next, he would pretend not to hear and ignore him.
After fiddling with the grenade launcher for a while, Deadpool, feeling bored, threw it aside. Then, leaning against the car window, he said mournfully, "Although my self-healing ability is so strong that no one can kill me, at the same time, I've also lost my worries..."
Catching a glimpse of Deadpool, who looked like a resentful woman, the mercenary's mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times. About ten minutes later, they parked the car by the Roadside, and then under the startled gaze of the bystanders, holding firearms, they rushed towards Xia Shang's location.
"Remember, after you blow up Jie Er Company, leave immediately," said the leading mercenary. "I want the American people to know that Jie Er Company can't even protect themselves. So-called Superheroes are worse than a Joke." He revealed a cruel and ferocious smile under his mask.
Meanwhile, after Xia Shang finished the Reporter's interview, he was about to announce the company's official opening. However, the crowd below the stage suddenly became chaotic.
"Terrorists, how can there be Terrorists here?" People saw in horror the mercenaries holding handheld grenade launchers brazenly barging in and threatening them in Russian to cover their heads and squat down.
The sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard.
"It's over. I knew I shouldn't have come to join the fun," a man squatted on the ground, covering his head, wanting to cry but having no tears, hoping the bandits would spare him.
"Mr... Mr. Jervis, let's leave quickly."
The blonde female Reporter was so scared her complexion turned pale, and she said with a trembling voice.
Facing the barging bandits, Xia Shang was as calm as ever. Only a hint of coldness gradually emerged in his tone: "Small scene, don't be nervous. The chaos will end in a moment."
In fact, he had known for a long time that there were government snipers hidden in the surroundings. At first, he didn't know what these people were here for. Now he understood. The government was indeed unwilling to let Mutants have a status above them, which is why they had Stryker send people to carry out a Terrorist attack.
This way, if successful, Jie Er Company's reputation would be ruined. Moreover, he was certain that after the government killed those Terrorists, they would definitely be the first to stand out and claim credit. Even if he found Nixon later, the other party would likely stubbornly deny it, claiming it was just an accident.
"If you want to cause trouble, you should first weigh whether you have the ability." As soon as Xia Shang finished speaking.
A figure with a strong and powerful body suddenly appeared above everyone's heads. Blown by the breeze, the cape behind the figure gently fluttered.
"Ho... Homelander?" Deadpool, standing behind the mercenary, subconsciously raised his head and actually saw the other party's brown-black pupils turn into crimson red, as if flames were about to flow out.
Deadpool immediately felt his scalp tingle and suddenly lunged to the side.
The moment he lunged out, two crimson red beams of Heat Vision, like divine punishment, like a hot knife cutting into butter, cut open the body of the mercenary in front of him. The mercenary didn't even have time to react. His body, like a blooming firework, with a bang, exploded.
"What the fuck?" Deadpool rolled over, and as he stood up, he drew the two long sabers from behind him.
"Damn it, how can this guy be so strong?"
The mercenary holding the handheld grenade launcher approached Deadpool and said with an ugly complexion.
"Are you confident you can kill him?" The mercenary looked at Deadpool, his tone quite urgent.
Swish! A sharp flash of knife light flashed before his eyes. Then, he felt like he was flying. No, that headless corpse... why did it look so familiar?
"Hmph! Damned Terrorist," Deadpool said righteously, flicking the blood off the blade and then pointing the tip of the knife at the corpse on the ground. "Am I very familiar with you? Please, I'm a man who's going to become a Superhero."
(end of chapter)
Someone curled their lip and said with disdain that compared to other countries, the American people living in 'dire straits' could better appreciate their identity as taxpayers. After all, in the United States, even if you buy a bottle of water, the consumption tax is written on the tag on it.
Of course, it's not that other countries don't have to pay tax; it's just more hidden compared to the United States.
At this moment, Xia Shang on stage, through Parasyte Sensing, saw Gambit Remy and others. Although their appearance wasn't exactly the same as in the movie, he could still recognize them at a glance. "Gambit Remy, Quicksilver Peter, and the young master from Long Island, New York, Angel Warren."
Xia Shang looked around. Besides the three of them, there were also some not-so-famous Mutants. In total, the number didn't exceed ten.
As for those unfamiliar Mutants, Xia Shang tried hard to identify them but still couldn't recognize them. However, this was also normal; after all, it's impossible for the movie to give every Mutant a camera shot. It could only be said that they were like most ordinary humans, belonging to the category of generic background characters.
"Cough cough." Xia Shang withdrew his gaze and continued, "Simply put, Mutants like Butcher constantly threaten our personal safety, and the difference between Superheroes and Butcher is that one is a guardian of the United States, and the other is a dangerous Terrorist. The United States today needs Superheroes, just like Washington needs Homelander."
Next, Xia Shang spoke about some of Homelander's heroic deeds.
As for the shills in the audience, they applauded vigorously for the one hundred US Dollars they earned daily! Led by the shills, the bandwagon effect was displayed vividly. For a time, the applause was thunderous and lasted for a long time! On the other side, Deadpool, who had a successful surgery, was sitting in a car, constantly sighing at the mirror.
"Alas," he sighed, "my supposedly perfect appearance is just gone like this. This is definitely a great loss for Hollywood."
"Shetty! Can you stop talking? It's been two whole hours since you last shut up!" a mercenary belonging to Stryker's command, who had been tormented the whole way, finally couldn't help but roar.
"Okay Officer, where are we going?" Deadpool, whose appearance was ruined, put on his self-made mask—which was just a cloth bag with two holes dug in it.
"Jie Er Company. Today is their opening day," he replied. "It's said their main business is related to Mutants; apparently, they want to create some Superheroes. It's simply a Joke."
The mercenary holding the steering wheel sneered, his gaze filled with disdain.
"I understand. Isn't it just causing trouble? I'm good at this."
Deadpool picked up the handheld grenade launcher next to the seat and started fiddling with it.
"Be careful. We're using live ammunition this time." Through the rearview mirror, seeing Deadpool playing with the launcher, the mercenary driving the car, his eyelids twitched wildly. He knew very well how powerful this thing was. If it exploded in the car, they would probably be meeting God the next second.
"Don't worry, it's not like I can die anyway."
In the Laboratory, Deadpool had already seen how terrifying his self-healing ability was. Even if a leg was blown off, it could still grow back.
"You can't die, but I will, and I'll be blown to bits," the mercenary said, truly angered. "I really don't know why General Stryker would send you to participate in this secret operation. Oh, and later, absolutely do not expose our identity. Remember to speak Russian."
"But what if I can't?" Deadpool asked. "Can I use sign language?"
"Suit yourself."
The mercenary decided that no matter what Deadpool said next, he would pretend not to hear and ignore him.
After fiddling with the grenade launcher for a while, Deadpool, feeling bored, threw it aside. Then, leaning against the car window, he said mournfully, "Although my self-healing ability is so strong that no one can kill me, at the same time, I've also lost my worries..."
Catching a glimpse of Deadpool, who looked like a resentful woman, the mercenary's mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times. About ten minutes later, they parked the car by the Roadside, and then under the startled gaze of the bystanders, holding firearms, they rushed towards Xia Shang's location.
"Remember, after you blow up Jie Er Company, leave immediately," said the leading mercenary. "I want the American people to know that Jie Er Company can't even protect themselves. So-called Superheroes are worse than a Joke." He revealed a cruel and ferocious smile under his mask.
Meanwhile, after Xia Shang finished the Reporter's interview, he was about to announce the company's official opening. However, the crowd below the stage suddenly became chaotic.
"Terrorists, how can there be Terrorists here?" People saw in horror the mercenaries holding handheld grenade launchers brazenly barging in and threatening them in Russian to cover their heads and squat down.
The sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard.
"It's over. I knew I shouldn't have come to join the fun," a man squatted on the ground, covering his head, wanting to cry but having no tears, hoping the bandits would spare him.
"Mr... Mr. Jervis, let's leave quickly."
The blonde female Reporter was so scared her complexion turned pale, and she said with a trembling voice.
Facing the barging bandits, Xia Shang was as calm as ever. Only a hint of coldness gradually emerged in his tone: "Small scene, don't be nervous. The chaos will end in a moment."
In fact, he had known for a long time that there were government snipers hidden in the surroundings. At first, he didn't know what these people were here for. Now he understood. The government was indeed unwilling to let Mutants have a status above them, which is why they had Stryker send people to carry out a Terrorist attack.
This way, if successful, Jie Er Company's reputation would be ruined. Moreover, he was certain that after the government killed those Terrorists, they would definitely be the first to stand out and claim credit. Even if he found Nixon later, the other party would likely stubbornly deny it, claiming it was just an accident.
"If you want to cause trouble, you should first weigh whether you have the ability." As soon as Xia Shang finished speaking.
A figure with a strong and powerful body suddenly appeared above everyone's heads. Blown by the breeze, the cape behind the figure gently fluttered.
"Ho... Homelander?" Deadpool, standing behind the mercenary, subconsciously raised his head and actually saw the other party's brown-black pupils turn into crimson red, as if flames were about to flow out.
Deadpool immediately felt his scalp tingle and suddenly lunged to the side.
The moment he lunged out, two crimson red beams of Heat Vision, like divine punishment, like a hot knife cutting into butter, cut open the body of the mercenary in front of him. The mercenary didn't even have time to react. His body, like a blooming firework, with a bang, exploded.
"What the fuck?" Deadpool rolled over, and as he stood up, he drew the two long sabers from behind him.
"Damn it, how can this guy be so strong?"
The mercenary holding the handheld grenade launcher approached Deadpool and said with an ugly complexion.
"Are you confident you can kill him?" The mercenary looked at Deadpool, his tone quite urgent.
Swish! A sharp flash of knife light flashed before his eyes. Then, he felt like he was flying. No, that headless corpse... why did it look so familiar?
"Hmph! Damned Terrorist," Deadpool said righteously, flicking the blood off the blade and then pointing the tip of the knife at the corpse on the ground. "Am I very familiar with you? Please, I'm a man who's going to become a Superhero."
(end of chapter)
