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Chapter 406
Chapter 406: In His Eyes, Only Two Words: Loyalty!
"Wade! You son of a bitch!"
Compared to Homelander who killed his teammate, Deadpool, who completely lacked professional morality and betrayed them on the spot, made the mercenaries present feel even more anger.
"I'm not with you guys anyway." Deadpool held two slender Japanese swords, charged forward, and swung his swords to hack at them. The moment he got close, he whispered: "Idiots, I'm doing this to gain Homelander's trust. When he flies next to me, I'll hack him to death with one sword."
The leader of the mercenaries heard this. While dodging the incoming slash, he said in the same low voice: "Wade, I'll trust you one last time. If you dare betray us, General Stryker will absolutely not let you off."
"Got it." Deadpool nodded slightly and increased the speed of his slashes.
*Splurch!* Under the Mercenary Leader's disbelieving gaze, Deadpool backhanded the blade into a mercenary's chest, and even twisted it a few times for good measure.
"You really don't have a single honest word in your goddamn mouth!"
The Mercenary Leader, realizing he'd been tricked, was so enraged by Deadpool his brain felt congested. He raised his gun and roared at Wade: "Shetty! Kill this son of a bitch first!"
For a moment, all the mercenaries present turned their gun muzzles and frantically pulled the triggers at Deadpool.
"Tat-tat-tat-tat..." Brass-colored bullets shot out from the spitting muzzles.
"A little impatience can ruin a great plan, Leader, I'm doing this so the act looks more realistic." Deadpool shouted.
The leader of the mercenaries, his complexion darkened, and he cursed loudly: "Go to hell!"
Facing the incoming rain of bullets, Deadpool stood his ground, constantly swinging his dual swords in front of him. Amidst the blurring speed, the long swords in his hands were like rapidly spinning fan blades, seemingly blocking all the incoming bullets.
"That guy's pretty fierce." Gambit, not far away, couldn't help but exclaim after seeing Deadpool's superb sword arts.
"I don't think the situation looks too optimistic."
Quicksilver clearly saw bullets passing through the blur of Deadpool's blades, and while shooting through his body, they brought up sprays of blood. What surprised him though, was that Deadpool, who was clearly shot in vital areas, didn't fall down. Instead, like nothing was wrong, he continued wielding the long swords in his hands. This peculiar performance made him temporarily abandon the thought of saving him.
The intense gunshots only lasted less than eight seconds before abruptly stopping.
Taking advantage of the gap while the other side reloaded, Deadpool deliberately lowered his dual swords like a master and looked at the mercenaries, saying with full swagger: "What doesn't kill me makes me stronger."
It's just that while he was saying this, the wounds on his body were gushing out blood, which seemed a bit out of place.
Obviously, Deadpool himself also realized this point. He lowered his head and looked at the combat uniform on his body stained red with blood and pouted: "Looks like next time I should wear red clothes, otherwise anyone can tell I'm injured."
"Retreat!" The mercenaries who had vented their anger, their brains cleared up a bit. They were just about to take hostages and leave here, but found that everyone nearby had fled; it was an empty space.
"You just said, you want to become a Superhero?"
A voice sounded from the air. Deadpool looked up and found the owner of the voice was looking at him.
"Uh... I might be super, but definitely not..." Before Deadpool could finish speaking, two beams of red Heat Vision, right in front of him, sliced up the mercenaries in front of him.
Looking at the scattered limbs and severed arms on the ground, Deadpool swallowed hard.
At this moment, Homelander patted his shoulder from behind, "But definitely not what?"
"That's right! My dream since I was a child was to become a Superhero, my respected Mr. Homelander." Deadpool took a step, turned around decisively, then raised his right hand to his brow with an incredibly devout expression, and said with a powerful voice.
At this moment, it was as if there were only two words in his eyes: Loyalty! Because the mercenaries died too suddenly, some people at the scene hadn't even reacted yet. It wasn't until they saw the corpses on the ground that they dared to be certain that those dangerous individuals had been killed by Homelander.
"Unbelievable, Homelander is indeed as the newspaper wrote, ridiculously strong." With Homelander as the backbone, the people present stopped trembling and stopped sweating; it seemed even their breathing became smooth.
…………
"Want to join us? First introduce yourself." After dealing with those mercenaries, Homelander walked towards Xia Shang.
And Deadpool followed behind him and began to introduce himself: "I am Wade Wilson, you can call me Wade, or Deadpool. Deadpool is my nickname, it comes from a betting agreement between me and someone. That despicable, shameless, hypocritical, reneging, impotent in old age... scoundrel, after the betting agreement ended, owes me two hundred thousand US dollars, and hasn't given me even one cent to this day."
As soon as this was mentioned, Deadpool became instantly furious.
"That guy is definitely a parasite of the United States, a shameless and despicable corrupt official. To deal with this kind of person, he should be brought before a Military Court, sentenced to three or four hundred years, or simply given the death penalty." He spoke indignantly and incessantly.
"That scoundrel actually wanted to use that money to control me, how could I fall for his trick? However, that money is mine after all, I will get it back sooner or later. And the nickname Deadpool was given precisely to prevent me from forgetting about this matter."
"Were you with those guys just now?" Homelander said lightly as he walked.
"Mr. Homelander, you don't know how miserable I was there."
Deadpool tried to squeeze out a few tears to highlight his misery, but in the end, he didn't succeed. Alright, crying in one second like those chicks is indeed not Wade's strong suit.
"How miserable?" Homelander asked.
"Anyway, very miserable, the kind of miserable that's inhumane."
Deadpool originally planned to exaggerate and talk at length, but sadly discovered that playing the victim also didn't seem to be his strong suit.
"Looks like I'll have to strengthen my practice in this area in the future. After all, playing the victim and crying are two great weapons for capturing the hearts of beautiful women." Deadpool thought to himself.
On Stage, Xia Shang looked at the blonde Female Reporter and smiled: "I said, the chaos will end soon."
The Female Reporter who hadn't fully recovered yet, nodded reflexively.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I was a bit distracted just now." The Female Reporter, as if just woken from a dream, was startled for a moment, then quickly apologized to Xia Shang.
"Oh right, how did you know Mr. Homelander would appear?" she asked curiously.
Could it be... A sharp light flashed in her eyes; she seemed to catch the scent of a big story.
(end of chapter)
"Wade! You son of a bitch!"
Compared to Homelander who killed his teammate, Deadpool, who completely lacked professional morality and betrayed them on the spot, made the mercenaries present feel even more anger.
"I'm not with you guys anyway." Deadpool held two slender Japanese swords, charged forward, and swung his swords to hack at them. The moment he got close, he whispered: "Idiots, I'm doing this to gain Homelander's trust. When he flies next to me, I'll hack him to death with one sword."
The leader of the mercenaries heard this. While dodging the incoming slash, he said in the same low voice: "Wade, I'll trust you one last time. If you dare betray us, General Stryker will absolutely not let you off."
"Got it." Deadpool nodded slightly and increased the speed of his slashes.
*Splurch!* Under the Mercenary Leader's disbelieving gaze, Deadpool backhanded the blade into a mercenary's chest, and even twisted it a few times for good measure.
"You really don't have a single honest word in your goddamn mouth!"
The Mercenary Leader, realizing he'd been tricked, was so enraged by Deadpool his brain felt congested. He raised his gun and roared at Wade: "Shetty! Kill this son of a bitch first!"
For a moment, all the mercenaries present turned their gun muzzles and frantically pulled the triggers at Deadpool.
"Tat-tat-tat-tat..." Brass-colored bullets shot out from the spitting muzzles.
"A little impatience can ruin a great plan, Leader, I'm doing this so the act looks more realistic." Deadpool shouted.
The leader of the mercenaries, his complexion darkened, and he cursed loudly: "Go to hell!"
Facing the incoming rain of bullets, Deadpool stood his ground, constantly swinging his dual swords in front of him. Amidst the blurring speed, the long swords in his hands were like rapidly spinning fan blades, seemingly blocking all the incoming bullets.
"That guy's pretty fierce." Gambit, not far away, couldn't help but exclaim after seeing Deadpool's superb sword arts.
"I don't think the situation looks too optimistic."
Quicksilver clearly saw bullets passing through the blur of Deadpool's blades, and while shooting through his body, they brought up sprays of blood. What surprised him though, was that Deadpool, who was clearly shot in vital areas, didn't fall down. Instead, like nothing was wrong, he continued wielding the long swords in his hands. This peculiar performance made him temporarily abandon the thought of saving him.
The intense gunshots only lasted less than eight seconds before abruptly stopping.
Taking advantage of the gap while the other side reloaded, Deadpool deliberately lowered his dual swords like a master and looked at the mercenaries, saying with full swagger: "What doesn't kill me makes me stronger."
It's just that while he was saying this, the wounds on his body were gushing out blood, which seemed a bit out of place.
Obviously, Deadpool himself also realized this point. He lowered his head and looked at the combat uniform on his body stained red with blood and pouted: "Looks like next time I should wear red clothes, otherwise anyone can tell I'm injured."
"Retreat!" The mercenaries who had vented their anger, their brains cleared up a bit. They were just about to take hostages and leave here, but found that everyone nearby had fled; it was an empty space.
"You just said, you want to become a Superhero?"
A voice sounded from the air. Deadpool looked up and found the owner of the voice was looking at him.
"Uh... I might be super, but definitely not..." Before Deadpool could finish speaking, two beams of red Heat Vision, right in front of him, sliced up the mercenaries in front of him.
Looking at the scattered limbs and severed arms on the ground, Deadpool swallowed hard.
At this moment, Homelander patted his shoulder from behind, "But definitely not what?"
"That's right! My dream since I was a child was to become a Superhero, my respected Mr. Homelander." Deadpool took a step, turned around decisively, then raised his right hand to his brow with an incredibly devout expression, and said with a powerful voice.
At this moment, it was as if there were only two words in his eyes: Loyalty! Because the mercenaries died too suddenly, some people at the scene hadn't even reacted yet. It wasn't until they saw the corpses on the ground that they dared to be certain that those dangerous individuals had been killed by Homelander.
"Unbelievable, Homelander is indeed as the newspaper wrote, ridiculously strong." With Homelander as the backbone, the people present stopped trembling and stopped sweating; it seemed even their breathing became smooth.
…………
"Want to join us? First introduce yourself." After dealing with those mercenaries, Homelander walked towards Xia Shang.
And Deadpool followed behind him and began to introduce himself: "I am Wade Wilson, you can call me Wade, or Deadpool. Deadpool is my nickname, it comes from a betting agreement between me and someone. That despicable, shameless, hypocritical, reneging, impotent in old age... scoundrel, after the betting agreement ended, owes me two hundred thousand US dollars, and hasn't given me even one cent to this day."
As soon as this was mentioned, Deadpool became instantly furious.
"That guy is definitely a parasite of the United States, a shameless and despicable corrupt official. To deal with this kind of person, he should be brought before a Military Court, sentenced to three or four hundred years, or simply given the death penalty." He spoke indignantly and incessantly.
"That scoundrel actually wanted to use that money to control me, how could I fall for his trick? However, that money is mine after all, I will get it back sooner or later. And the nickname Deadpool was given precisely to prevent me from forgetting about this matter."
"Were you with those guys just now?" Homelander said lightly as he walked.
"Mr. Homelander, you don't know how miserable I was there."
Deadpool tried to squeeze out a few tears to highlight his misery, but in the end, he didn't succeed. Alright, crying in one second like those chicks is indeed not Wade's strong suit.
"How miserable?" Homelander asked.
"Anyway, very miserable, the kind of miserable that's inhumane."
Deadpool originally planned to exaggerate and talk at length, but sadly discovered that playing the victim also didn't seem to be his strong suit.
"Looks like I'll have to strengthen my practice in this area in the future. After all, playing the victim and crying are two great weapons for capturing the hearts of beautiful women." Deadpool thought to himself.
On Stage, Xia Shang looked at the blonde Female Reporter and smiled: "I said, the chaos will end soon."
The Female Reporter who hadn't fully recovered yet, nodded reflexively.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I was a bit distracted just now." The Female Reporter, as if just woken from a dream, was startled for a moment, then quickly apologized to Xia Shang.
"Oh right, how did you know Mr. Homelander would appear?" she asked curiously.
Could it be... A sharp light flashed in her eyes; she seemed to catch the scent of a big story.
(end of chapter)
