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Chapter 408
Chapter 408: Leaving the Base! Deadpool's Evaluation!
"The food at the Base is garbage as always. Just a few slices of bread with bacon. I could eat for half an hour and still not be full," Fred couldn't help but complain. "I really don't know where Stryker spends the budget. Is it that hard to add a pork knuckle to breakfast?"
"So that's why you quit?" Logan looked Fred up and down, feeling like the guy had gotten even fatter. "It's only been a few years, and you've gone from a burly mercenary to a regular at KFC. Seriously, don't you work out? You should pay attention to your physique."
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, a subtle glint flashed in Fred's eyes. Then his expression darkened, and he said with an ugly look, "Are you saying I'm fat?"
He hated it when people commented on his physique, even Logan.
"Don't misunderstand..." Before Logan could finish, he saw a fist the size of a sandbag coming towards him.
"Shetty!"
The incoming punch wind meant Fred was serious.
"You're not serious, are you? That's enough to set you off?" Logan sidestepped, dodging the incoming fist, and looked at Fred with astonishment. "What the hell is wrong with you? I wasn't mocking you."
"Saying I'm fat is unacceptable!" Fred's eyes were red, like an enraged brown bear.
With a loud boom, he slammed a fist into the wall. The wall, made of concrete, couldn't withstand such a heavy blow and was directly smashed with a hole several centimeters deep. You could even see the slightly twisted rebar structure inside. Clearly, the wall behind Logan was a load-bearing wall.
"If you're really that bothered, then I'll take back what I just said."
"Too late."
Fred was like a boxer with no technique, completely disregarding defense and only focusing on attack.
"If you don't stop, I'll have to fight back." After dodging several consecutive attacks, anger gradually surged in Logan's heart. Although some of the things he said might have unintentionally hit Fred's sore spot, there was no need to cling to this misunderstanding.
At this moment, he was forced with his back pressed against the wall, facing the whistling fists with almost nowhere to dodge.
"Go to hell!" As Wolverine Logan threw his right arm, he retracted his steel claws. Otherwise, with the sharpness of the steel claws, they would have easily pierced through Fred's fist.
However, Fred had no intention of appreciating Logan's good intentions. In his opinion, the little friendship between him and Logan had been used up when he warned the other party to be careful of Homelander.
"This guy must have something wrong with his brain," Logan thought.
Bang! The moment their fists connected, the immense force from the other party made Logan feel a bad premonition. His swinging right arm felt like it had hit a bulldozer.
Immediately after, a slight crunching sound came from his shoulder. Logan, experienced in combat, immediately realized his right shoulder was dislocated. Without hesitation, he turned sideways and watched Fred's punch, its force undiminished, smash into the wall.
Seeing this, Logan's expression turned cold, and a beast-like savagery appeared in his eyes. He darted forward, reaching Fred, and then, with extreme speed, thrust his left hand, from which the steel claws extended, towards Fred's chin.
It seemed as if in the next second, blood would spray from Fred's wound.
"Stop!" A roar came from a distance.
At this critical moment, just as Fred was about to lose his life on the spot, Logan controlled his killing intent, stopping the incredibly sharp claw tips less than a centimeter from Fred's skin.
"At a time like this, you're still planning to fight among yourselves! Logan, put your claws away quickly."
Stryker walked quickly towards the two. After all, he didn't want to see a blood incident happen within the Base. "I wasn't planning to kill him anyway," Logan said coldly, taking a step back. At the same time, the exposed steel claws zipped back into the back of his hand.
Fred, who had narrowly escaped death, didn't speak but nodded towards Stryker.
"You, Fred, go write me a self-criticism report immediately, or get out of the Base." Stryker, already in a bad mood, was now even worse off. His entire face was livid with rage, and his eyes flickered with anger.
"Sorry, I quit."
Fred gave Logan a meaningful glance, then said, "In this Base, it's either me or him. If he's here, I'm not."
"Alright, alright, alright."
Stryker, laughing in extreme anger, pointed at Fred. "Get out! Get out of the Base right now. I'll have someone transfer your severance pay to your account."
"Since you chose to keep Logan, I have nothing more to say." Fred turned and left without hesitation, like a brown bear that had successfully stolen honey, a hint of cheerfulness mixed with his heavy footsteps.
He wasn't an idiot. If he didn't leave this place quickly, his fate would likely be the same as Victor and the others, directly killed by the powerful Homelander.
Watching Fred's back as he left, Logan felt like he had been used.
"Damn it, you really can't judge a book by its cover," Logan thought.
Logan was somewhat speechless. He didn't expect Fred to use such means just to leave this place. This completely went against Fred's usual character.
He then withdrew his line of sight and turned to Stryker, saying, "When are you sending me to Washington?"
"You're still as impatient as ever," Stryker paused, then continued, "You just finished fusing Adamantium, you probably need some time to adapt. In half a month, I'll arrange for someone to take you to Washington."
"Hope you keep your word."
Logan didn't waste words. After speaking, he walked directly towards the Training Ground. The Training Ground was located in the center of the Base, covering an area of about three hundred square meters, and was where the soldiers in the Base usually trained.
"Don't worry, we're in the same boat now, like grasshoppers on a single string. We both want to take down Homelander, so there's no reason for me not to help you," Stryker said lightly as Logan passed by him.
...
The President's Office at the Weiss Newspaper Agency was very quiet. Dazzling sunlight streamed through the window, shining on Xia Shang, as if coating him with a faint layer of golden light.
"This kind of life is truly wonderful. Getting paid without having to work, how comfortable."
Deadpool, wearing a flashy red suit, lay on the sofa like a salted fish... He rolled over, making a comfortable sound.
That flamboyant suit he was wearing was custom-made for him by Xia Shang based on memory. As expected, Deadpool was very satisfied with it, even giving this evaluation: "Big Boss, you really are the roundworm in my belly. Don't worry, I absolutely won't take deworming medicine to pull you out."
Thinking of this, Xia Shang, who was reading the newspaper, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
(End of Chapter)
"The food at the Base is garbage as always. Just a few slices of bread with bacon. I could eat for half an hour and still not be full," Fred couldn't help but complain. "I really don't know where Stryker spends the budget. Is it that hard to add a pork knuckle to breakfast?"
"So that's why you quit?" Logan looked Fred up and down, feeling like the guy had gotten even fatter. "It's only been a few years, and you've gone from a burly mercenary to a regular at KFC. Seriously, don't you work out? You should pay attention to your physique."
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, a subtle glint flashed in Fred's eyes. Then his expression darkened, and he said with an ugly look, "Are you saying I'm fat?"
He hated it when people commented on his physique, even Logan.
"Don't misunderstand..." Before Logan could finish, he saw a fist the size of a sandbag coming towards him.
"Shetty!"
The incoming punch wind meant Fred was serious.
"You're not serious, are you? That's enough to set you off?" Logan sidestepped, dodging the incoming fist, and looked at Fred with astonishment. "What the hell is wrong with you? I wasn't mocking you."
"Saying I'm fat is unacceptable!" Fred's eyes were red, like an enraged brown bear.
With a loud boom, he slammed a fist into the wall. The wall, made of concrete, couldn't withstand such a heavy blow and was directly smashed with a hole several centimeters deep. You could even see the slightly twisted rebar structure inside. Clearly, the wall behind Logan was a load-bearing wall.
"If you're really that bothered, then I'll take back what I just said."
"Too late."
Fred was like a boxer with no technique, completely disregarding defense and only focusing on attack.
"If you don't stop, I'll have to fight back." After dodging several consecutive attacks, anger gradually surged in Logan's heart. Although some of the things he said might have unintentionally hit Fred's sore spot, there was no need to cling to this misunderstanding.
At this moment, he was forced with his back pressed against the wall, facing the whistling fists with almost nowhere to dodge.
"Go to hell!" As Wolverine Logan threw his right arm, he retracted his steel claws. Otherwise, with the sharpness of the steel claws, they would have easily pierced through Fred's fist.
However, Fred had no intention of appreciating Logan's good intentions. In his opinion, the little friendship between him and Logan had been used up when he warned the other party to be careful of Homelander.
"This guy must have something wrong with his brain," Logan thought.
Bang! The moment their fists connected, the immense force from the other party made Logan feel a bad premonition. His swinging right arm felt like it had hit a bulldozer.
Immediately after, a slight crunching sound came from his shoulder. Logan, experienced in combat, immediately realized his right shoulder was dislocated. Without hesitation, he turned sideways and watched Fred's punch, its force undiminished, smash into the wall.
Seeing this, Logan's expression turned cold, and a beast-like savagery appeared in his eyes. He darted forward, reaching Fred, and then, with extreme speed, thrust his left hand, from which the steel claws extended, towards Fred's chin.
It seemed as if in the next second, blood would spray from Fred's wound.
"Stop!" A roar came from a distance.
At this critical moment, just as Fred was about to lose his life on the spot, Logan controlled his killing intent, stopping the incredibly sharp claw tips less than a centimeter from Fred's skin.
"At a time like this, you're still planning to fight among yourselves! Logan, put your claws away quickly."
Stryker walked quickly towards the two. After all, he didn't want to see a blood incident happen within the Base. "I wasn't planning to kill him anyway," Logan said coldly, taking a step back. At the same time, the exposed steel claws zipped back into the back of his hand.
Fred, who had narrowly escaped death, didn't speak but nodded towards Stryker.
"You, Fred, go write me a self-criticism report immediately, or get out of the Base." Stryker, already in a bad mood, was now even worse off. His entire face was livid with rage, and his eyes flickered with anger.
"Sorry, I quit."
Fred gave Logan a meaningful glance, then said, "In this Base, it's either me or him. If he's here, I'm not."
"Alright, alright, alright."
Stryker, laughing in extreme anger, pointed at Fred. "Get out! Get out of the Base right now. I'll have someone transfer your severance pay to your account."
"Since you chose to keep Logan, I have nothing more to say." Fred turned and left without hesitation, like a brown bear that had successfully stolen honey, a hint of cheerfulness mixed with his heavy footsteps.
He wasn't an idiot. If he didn't leave this place quickly, his fate would likely be the same as Victor and the others, directly killed by the powerful Homelander.
Watching Fred's back as he left, Logan felt like he had been used.
"Damn it, you really can't judge a book by its cover," Logan thought.
Logan was somewhat speechless. He didn't expect Fred to use such means just to leave this place. This completely went against Fred's usual character.
He then withdrew his line of sight and turned to Stryker, saying, "When are you sending me to Washington?"
"You're still as impatient as ever," Stryker paused, then continued, "You just finished fusing Adamantium, you probably need some time to adapt. In half a month, I'll arrange for someone to take you to Washington."
"Hope you keep your word."
Logan didn't waste words. After speaking, he walked directly towards the Training Ground. The Training Ground was located in the center of the Base, covering an area of about three hundred square meters, and was where the soldiers in the Base usually trained.
"Don't worry, we're in the same boat now, like grasshoppers on a single string. We both want to take down Homelander, so there's no reason for me not to help you," Stryker said lightly as Logan passed by him.
...
The President's Office at the Weiss Newspaper Agency was very quiet. Dazzling sunlight streamed through the window, shining on Xia Shang, as if coating him with a faint layer of golden light.
"This kind of life is truly wonderful. Getting paid without having to work, how comfortable."
Deadpool, wearing a flashy red suit, lay on the sofa like a salted fish... He rolled over, making a comfortable sound.
That flamboyant suit he was wearing was custom-made for him by Xia Shang based on memory. As expected, Deadpool was very satisfied with it, even giving this evaluation: "Big Boss, you really are the roundworm in my belly. Don't worry, I absolutely won't take deworming medicine to pull you out."
Thinking of this, Xia Shang, who was reading the newspaper, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
(End of Chapter)
