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Chapter 416
Chapter 416: Can't Breathe Anymore! Mutant Lives Matter!
Director Michael looked at the male Reporter with a panicked expression and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, I was just making a joke. Judging by the quantity of Drugs we confiscated this time, I estimate that Washington's air quality will remain at a considerably high level for a long time to come."
As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted.
"Director Michael, please don't joke with me anymore. My tolerance is limited. If it had been a few more seconds, I think I would have been pushed into the TCU." The male Reporter shook his head with a wry smile. He had indeed been quite frightened. After all, anyone would panic if they were accused of discriminating against Supes and criticizing the Police Department, especially since he was just an ordinary Newspaper Agency Reporter.
"Don't worry, the Hospital is very close by. I'll get you there in time," Michael said solemnly.
A wave of good-natured laughter immediately rippled through the Surroundings.
After the applause subsided slightly, Michael, standing in front of the microphone, reached out and motioned for silence, then continued, "The Reason we chose to cooperate with Superheroes this time is very simple: because those Gangsters are basically all armed with guns and are very difficult to deal with.
If we relied solely on the Washington D.C. Police Department, honestly, it would require a great price to clear them out, and even a large number of young and excellent Police Officers would die at the hands of those vicious Gangsters.
Cooperating with Superheroes, however, can reduce the number of casualties. Facts proved my decision was correct. In this operation to combat the crime organization, not a single Police Officer from our Washington D.C. Police Department died. The most serious injury was only to an arm, requiring two months of recovery."
Speaking of this, Michael's voice became louder, "Here, I want to specifically thank Mr. Deadpool. It is precisely because of him that this operation was so smooth and successful!"
"Next, please welcome Mr. Deadpool On Stage with your most enthusiastic applause to receive the Medal of Honor."
That's right, this wasn't just a Press Conference; it was also a Commendation Meeting convened by the Washington Government specifically for Deadpool.
In an instant, the entire scene erupted in thunderous applause... applause... applause... What the f*ck? Where is he? Seeing that they had been clapping for a long time without even seeing a shadow of Deadpool, the Reporters at the scene were dumbfounded. What was going on? Could it be that everyone else came, but Deadpool, the main character, didn't? This was simply too outrageous! That guy actually dared to stand everyone up! "Director Michael, didn't you inform him about this today?" a Reporter asked cautiously.
At this moment, Michael On Stage had already mentally greeted all of Deadpool's relatives one by one.
Although he knew Deadpool was a bit unreliable, he didn't expect him to be this unreliable. You must know, the Washington Mayor was standing nearby, waiting to present Deadpool with the Medal, and this guy actually dared not to show up. Michael estimated that the Mayor's expression right now was probably as dark as the bottom of a pot; he didn't even dare to turn his head to look.
"Cough cough!!" Michael coughed twice, while trying hard to maintain the smile on his face, he made an excuse for Deadpool's lateness, "He might be in the Restroom, or perhaps he got lost on the way to find a Restroom. Please wait a moment..."
Before he could finish speaking, an annoying-sounding voice suddenly came from above everyone's heads.
"Hey! Why aren't you looking up? Are you all a bunch of invertebrates?"
Hearing the voice, people subconsciously raised their heads and looked up.
What they saw was a guy in a red tight suit hanging upside down from a steel frame. Unlike Spider-Man, who holds webbing, this guy was holding a white nylon rope he found from somewhere.
Because the light at the scene was dim, and no one would idly observe what was above their heads, no one had actually noticed Deadpool hanging there for a long time.
"This move of mine should be great for picking up girls. A kiss while hanging upside down would definitely capture the hearts of beautiful women."
Deadpool swung back and forth, holding the nylon rope. "Is he performing acrobatics?" Michael's mouth twitched slightly, as if a flock of crows flew over his head.
"But at least he showed up. Things aren't too bad yet."
That's right, Michael's requirements for Deadpool were that low.
"Everyone, please open your eyes wide. I will jump down in the most spectacular pose. Don't blink." Deadpool, hanging below the steel frame, swayed his body, then suddenly let go. After rolling a few times in the air, he landed steadily with someone's signature move.
Sounds of astonishment and the clicking of camera shutters immediately filled the Surroundings.
"Oh Shetty, I think my bone is cracked." Deadpool, with his right hand on the ground and the other hand raised back, maintained the pose for only a few seconds before standing up and complaining, "This pose design is really unscientific. Landing on the balls of the feet first, then bending the legs, bending the body, and finally curling up and rolling forward is the best way to dissipate force."
"So cool! Truly worthy of being a Superhero! Even the landing pose is so handsome!"
"I've decided to put the photos I just took on the front page of the newspaper! It will definitely boost newspaper sales!"
"Deadpool! Do a few more poses!"
Listening to people's praise, Deadpool felt like he had stepped on a ball of cotton, feeling a bit floaty all over. "To hell with rationality, being cool is the most important thing."
...
The next day, Deadpool's photos appeared in major newspapers. Besides his signature landing pose, there was also a photo of the scene where the Washington Mayor pinned the Medal on him.
"Back then, your mouth must have been about to split from smiling, right?" In the Office, Xia Shang, holding the New York Times, glanced at Deadpool sitting on the sofa.
"How did you know? I was wearing a mask at the time, wasn't I?"
Deadpool patted his face, then pinched a layer of skin from his mask. "Could it be that this thing is transparent? Oh God, I didn't manage my expression well at the time. I looked exactly like a detestable little thief who had just picked up a wallet and found it stuffed with cash after opening it."
"Judging by your reaction, I seem to have guessed correctly."
"Guessed? Then I'm relieved." Deadpool let out a sigh of relief and comfortably propped his feet on the coffee table.
Just then, Camille walked into the Office and handed a freshly printed copy of The Providence Journal to Xia Shang behind the desk. "Mr. Jervis, according to your request, I had the Editorial Department write the article overnight. We finally rushed out this latest issue of The Providence Journal before lunch. Please take a look and see if there are any places that need modification?"
Xia Shang took the newspaper and looked down.
On the front page of the newspaper, there was a very eye-catching title: [Can't Breathe Anymore! Mutant Lives Matter!]
(End of this Chapter)
Director Michael looked at the male Reporter with a panicked expression and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, I was just making a joke. Judging by the quantity of Drugs we confiscated this time, I estimate that Washington's air quality will remain at a considerably high level for a long time to come."
As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted.
"Director Michael, please don't joke with me anymore. My tolerance is limited. If it had been a few more seconds, I think I would have been pushed into the TCU." The male Reporter shook his head with a wry smile. He had indeed been quite frightened. After all, anyone would panic if they were accused of discriminating against Supes and criticizing the Police Department, especially since he was just an ordinary Newspaper Agency Reporter.
"Don't worry, the Hospital is very close by. I'll get you there in time," Michael said solemnly.
A wave of good-natured laughter immediately rippled through the Surroundings.
After the applause subsided slightly, Michael, standing in front of the microphone, reached out and motioned for silence, then continued, "The Reason we chose to cooperate with Superheroes this time is very simple: because those Gangsters are basically all armed with guns and are very difficult to deal with.
If we relied solely on the Washington D.C. Police Department, honestly, it would require a great price to clear them out, and even a large number of young and excellent Police Officers would die at the hands of those vicious Gangsters.
Cooperating with Superheroes, however, can reduce the number of casualties. Facts proved my decision was correct. In this operation to combat the crime organization, not a single Police Officer from our Washington D.C. Police Department died. The most serious injury was only to an arm, requiring two months of recovery."
Speaking of this, Michael's voice became louder, "Here, I want to specifically thank Mr. Deadpool. It is precisely because of him that this operation was so smooth and successful!"
"Next, please welcome Mr. Deadpool On Stage with your most enthusiastic applause to receive the Medal of Honor."
That's right, this wasn't just a Press Conference; it was also a Commendation Meeting convened by the Washington Government specifically for Deadpool.
In an instant, the entire scene erupted in thunderous applause... applause... applause... What the f*ck? Where is he? Seeing that they had been clapping for a long time without even seeing a shadow of Deadpool, the Reporters at the scene were dumbfounded. What was going on? Could it be that everyone else came, but Deadpool, the main character, didn't? This was simply too outrageous! That guy actually dared to stand everyone up! "Director Michael, didn't you inform him about this today?" a Reporter asked cautiously.
At this moment, Michael On Stage had already mentally greeted all of Deadpool's relatives one by one.
Although he knew Deadpool was a bit unreliable, he didn't expect him to be this unreliable. You must know, the Washington Mayor was standing nearby, waiting to present Deadpool with the Medal, and this guy actually dared not to show up. Michael estimated that the Mayor's expression right now was probably as dark as the bottom of a pot; he didn't even dare to turn his head to look.
"Cough cough!!" Michael coughed twice, while trying hard to maintain the smile on his face, he made an excuse for Deadpool's lateness, "He might be in the Restroom, or perhaps he got lost on the way to find a Restroom. Please wait a moment..."
Before he could finish speaking, an annoying-sounding voice suddenly came from above everyone's heads.
"Hey! Why aren't you looking up? Are you all a bunch of invertebrates?"
Hearing the voice, people subconsciously raised their heads and looked up.
What they saw was a guy in a red tight suit hanging upside down from a steel frame. Unlike Spider-Man, who holds webbing, this guy was holding a white nylon rope he found from somewhere.
Because the light at the scene was dim, and no one would idly observe what was above their heads, no one had actually noticed Deadpool hanging there for a long time.
"This move of mine should be great for picking up girls. A kiss while hanging upside down would definitely capture the hearts of beautiful women."
Deadpool swung back and forth, holding the nylon rope. "Is he performing acrobatics?" Michael's mouth twitched slightly, as if a flock of crows flew over his head.
"But at least he showed up. Things aren't too bad yet."
That's right, Michael's requirements for Deadpool were that low.
"Everyone, please open your eyes wide. I will jump down in the most spectacular pose. Don't blink." Deadpool, hanging below the steel frame, swayed his body, then suddenly let go. After rolling a few times in the air, he landed steadily with someone's signature move.
Sounds of astonishment and the clicking of camera shutters immediately filled the Surroundings.
"Oh Shetty, I think my bone is cracked." Deadpool, with his right hand on the ground and the other hand raised back, maintained the pose for only a few seconds before standing up and complaining, "This pose design is really unscientific. Landing on the balls of the feet first, then bending the legs, bending the body, and finally curling up and rolling forward is the best way to dissipate force."
"So cool! Truly worthy of being a Superhero! Even the landing pose is so handsome!"
"I've decided to put the photos I just took on the front page of the newspaper! It will definitely boost newspaper sales!"
"Deadpool! Do a few more poses!"
Listening to people's praise, Deadpool felt like he had stepped on a ball of cotton, feeling a bit floaty all over. "To hell with rationality, being cool is the most important thing."
...
The next day, Deadpool's photos appeared in major newspapers. Besides his signature landing pose, there was also a photo of the scene where the Washington Mayor pinned the Medal on him.
"Back then, your mouth must have been about to split from smiling, right?" In the Office, Xia Shang, holding the New York Times, glanced at Deadpool sitting on the sofa.
"How did you know? I was wearing a mask at the time, wasn't I?"
Deadpool patted his face, then pinched a layer of skin from his mask. "Could it be that this thing is transparent? Oh God, I didn't manage my expression well at the time. I looked exactly like a detestable little thief who had just picked up a wallet and found it stuffed with cash after opening it."
"Judging by your reaction, I seem to have guessed correctly."
"Guessed? Then I'm relieved." Deadpool let out a sigh of relief and comfortably propped his feet on the coffee table.
Just then, Camille walked into the Office and handed a freshly printed copy of The Providence Journal to Xia Shang behind the desk. "Mr. Jervis, according to your request, I had the Editorial Department write the article overnight. We finally rushed out this latest issue of The Providence Journal before lunch. Please take a look and see if there are any places that need modification?"
Xia Shang took the newspaper and looked down.
On the front page of the newspaper, there was a very eye-catching title: [Can't Breathe Anymore! Mutant Lives Matter!]
(End of this Chapter)
