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Chapter 421
Chapter 419: Delivering a Letter! Deadpool and Charles Meet for the First Time!
Meanwhile.
In New York, USA, inside an old mansion located in the suburbs, Beast Hank was pushing Charles in a wheelchair, preparing to go out onto the lawn to get some sun.
"Hank, what do you think of the Jie Er Company founded by Mr. Jervis?" Charles asked, holding a copy of the latest issue of The Providence Journal.
"It's quite good. As far as I know, the Superheroes launched by Jie Er Company are very popular throughout the United States. Although there aren't many of them, only Homelander and Deadpool, their popularity and influence have already surpassed some popular stars," Hank said, pushing Charles out of the mansion. He continued, "And under their influence, people seem to discriminate against and fear Mutants less than before."
To be honest, Hank hadn't expected Mr. Jervis's plan to be so successful. The conflict between humans and Mutants had actually eased due to the appearance of Superheroes, and there was even a possibility of it being resolved.
Charles was silent for a moment, then sighed softly, "It's still unclear whether the situation he has created is a false peace, but at least for now, I am not as good as him."
"Professor, don't say that. You were the one who stood up back then, convened the Mutants, formed the X-Men, and successfully prevented the Cuban Missile Crisis. And later, you also assisted Magneto in killing Sebastian Shaw." Hank paused, then continued, "After returning home, you founded the Wuzel Genius Academy under immense pressure. It can be said that your contribution to Mutants is far greater than Mr. Jervis's."
"No need to comfort me." Charles, in the wheelchair, shook his head, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. "I know myself how much contribution I've made to Mutants. If I hadn't founded the Wuzel Genius Academy, perhaps Sean and Alex wouldn't have died. I was the one who caused their deaths."
"Professor..." Hank originally wanted to say, let the past be the past, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to say it. He could only sigh softly internally, "Alas, this matter has been too big a blow to the Professor, even greater than his lower body paralysis. The deaths of Sean and Alex have made the Professor blame himself for ten years. To get the Professor to reconcile with himself, it still needs to be done step by step."
Several hours later, the two returned inside the mansion and had lunch together.
On an expensive mahogany dining table were set two plates of salad, two bowls of thick soup, and two dishes of Italian meat sauce noodles.
"Do you need me to get a can of beer?" Hank asked.
"Thank you, I don't want to drink beer today."
Compared to two months ago, Charles's mental state had clearly improved. Although he was still somewhat dispirited, the frequency of his heavy drinking had decreased significantly.
Hank, sitting opposite Charles, understood that this was all thanks to the content published in the newspaper recently. The change in people's attitude towards Mutants had made Charles's mood no longer as heavy as before.
Ding ding ding!! Just then, a rapid ringing sound rang out. Charles put down his knife and fork, his expression slightly surprised. "I didn't hear wrong, did I? It sounds like someone is ringing the doorbell outside?"
Since the academy closed down, he and Hank had been in a state of seclusion. Basically no one came to visit him. Even the newsboy who delivers the newspaper just throws the newspaper at the door and leaves, not ringing the doorbell at all.
"Could it be someone selling insurance door-to-door?" Hank stood up and walked over.
When he opened the door, he saw a strangely dressed guy standing outside, wearing a full red bodysuit. The eyes part of the mask had two black patches like a panda, and he also carried two long sabers on his back.
Such a strange outfit made Hank recognize the identity of the visitor at a glance.
"Deadpool?"
"That's right, it's me, the most famous Superhero under Jie Er Company, known as the Gang Terminator." Deadpool raised his hands and gave a thumbs-up pointing to himself.
"Come in," Although he didn't know why Deadpool was here, Hank still stepped aside, letting Deadpool walk into the mansion.
"Starving! As soon as I received the mission, I rushed to New York without stopping, didn't even eat breakfast." Deadpool complained while looking at the dining table. "Italian meat sauce noodles. Although I'd rather eat maple syrup pancakes and Mexican tortillas, having this to eat is also good."
Saying this, he sat down on the seat that originally belonged to Hank, then pulled up his mask, revealing a mouth. "To not affect your appetite, I think it's better not to show my entire face."
"Your face was burned?" Charles asked, looking at the scars on Deadpool's face.
"This is a sad story. It starts a few years ago when I retired from the military in Canada," Deadpool said, twirling the meat sauce noodles with a steel fork and stuffing them into his mouth, speaking indistinctly. "At that time, I accidentally discovered I had cancer..."
Something that could have been finished in two or three sentences, Deadpool insisted on talking for half an hour, and kept going off-topic in the middle.
"Simply put, you were originally a Canadian special forces soldier, then to cure the cancer on your body, you found a military officer named Stryker and joined his Weapon X Program. Finally, your face was disfigured during the experiment process," Hank interrupted the talkative Deadpool and said directly.
"Uh, yes, that's the situation."
At this time, Deadpool was leisurely lying on the sofa, one hand rubbing his belly, the other hand behind his head.
"Are you looking for us for something? Did Mr. Jervis send you to find me?" Hank asked.
"Not you, it's him."
Deadpool raised his index finger, pointing to Charles on the wheelchair beside him.
"Looking for me?" Charles felt a little surprised. He is now just an ordinary human paralyzed from the waist down and no longer has superpowers. Why would Mr. Jervis send someone to find him? "I'm just here to deliver a letter. By the way, my name is Wade Winston Wilson. You can call me Wade. Of course, calling me Deadpool is also fine." Deadpool took out a rolled-up letter from the satchel on his waist. "Do you want to read it yourselves, or should I read it to you? After all, as a Superhero, I still have a duty to look after disabled people."
"Thank you, we choose to read it ourselves."
Hank took the letter envelope from Deadpool's hand and then handed it to Charles beside him.
At this moment, Hank seemed to have thought of something and said in surprise, "Could this letter be related to Wuzel Genius Academy? I remember Mr. Jervis promised me to help the Professor re-establish Wuzel Genius Academy."
"Pretty much. It's just asking you to go clean up the battlefield," Deadpool, lying on the sofa, said casually.
"You opened the letter and read it?" Hank looked at Deadpool suspiciously.
"Guessed it. My premonitions are always accurate. For example, I feel like I am a virtual character, currently just playing a minor role in a book, and by the way, helping the shameless author pad the word count."
(end of chapter)
Meanwhile.
In New York, USA, inside an old mansion located in the suburbs, Beast Hank was pushing Charles in a wheelchair, preparing to go out onto the lawn to get some sun.
"Hank, what do you think of the Jie Er Company founded by Mr. Jervis?" Charles asked, holding a copy of the latest issue of The Providence Journal.
"It's quite good. As far as I know, the Superheroes launched by Jie Er Company are very popular throughout the United States. Although there aren't many of them, only Homelander and Deadpool, their popularity and influence have already surpassed some popular stars," Hank said, pushing Charles out of the mansion. He continued, "And under their influence, people seem to discriminate against and fear Mutants less than before."
To be honest, Hank hadn't expected Mr. Jervis's plan to be so successful. The conflict between humans and Mutants had actually eased due to the appearance of Superheroes, and there was even a possibility of it being resolved.
Charles was silent for a moment, then sighed softly, "It's still unclear whether the situation he has created is a false peace, but at least for now, I am not as good as him."
"Professor, don't say that. You were the one who stood up back then, convened the Mutants, formed the X-Men, and successfully prevented the Cuban Missile Crisis. And later, you also assisted Magneto in killing Sebastian Shaw." Hank paused, then continued, "After returning home, you founded the Wuzel Genius Academy under immense pressure. It can be said that your contribution to Mutants is far greater than Mr. Jervis's."
"No need to comfort me." Charles, in the wheelchair, shook his head, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. "I know myself how much contribution I've made to Mutants. If I hadn't founded the Wuzel Genius Academy, perhaps Sean and Alex wouldn't have died. I was the one who caused their deaths."
"Professor..." Hank originally wanted to say, let the past be the past, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to say it. He could only sigh softly internally, "Alas, this matter has been too big a blow to the Professor, even greater than his lower body paralysis. The deaths of Sean and Alex have made the Professor blame himself for ten years. To get the Professor to reconcile with himself, it still needs to be done step by step."
Several hours later, the two returned inside the mansion and had lunch together.
On an expensive mahogany dining table were set two plates of salad, two bowls of thick soup, and two dishes of Italian meat sauce noodles.
"Do you need me to get a can of beer?" Hank asked.
"Thank you, I don't want to drink beer today."
Compared to two months ago, Charles's mental state had clearly improved. Although he was still somewhat dispirited, the frequency of his heavy drinking had decreased significantly.
Hank, sitting opposite Charles, understood that this was all thanks to the content published in the newspaper recently. The change in people's attitude towards Mutants had made Charles's mood no longer as heavy as before.
Ding ding ding!! Just then, a rapid ringing sound rang out. Charles put down his knife and fork, his expression slightly surprised. "I didn't hear wrong, did I? It sounds like someone is ringing the doorbell outside?"
Since the academy closed down, he and Hank had been in a state of seclusion. Basically no one came to visit him. Even the newsboy who delivers the newspaper just throws the newspaper at the door and leaves, not ringing the doorbell at all.
"Could it be someone selling insurance door-to-door?" Hank stood up and walked over.
When he opened the door, he saw a strangely dressed guy standing outside, wearing a full red bodysuit. The eyes part of the mask had two black patches like a panda, and he also carried two long sabers on his back.
Such a strange outfit made Hank recognize the identity of the visitor at a glance.
"Deadpool?"
"That's right, it's me, the most famous Superhero under Jie Er Company, known as the Gang Terminator." Deadpool raised his hands and gave a thumbs-up pointing to himself.
"Come in," Although he didn't know why Deadpool was here, Hank still stepped aside, letting Deadpool walk into the mansion.
"Starving! As soon as I received the mission, I rushed to New York without stopping, didn't even eat breakfast." Deadpool complained while looking at the dining table. "Italian meat sauce noodles. Although I'd rather eat maple syrup pancakes and Mexican tortillas, having this to eat is also good."
Saying this, he sat down on the seat that originally belonged to Hank, then pulled up his mask, revealing a mouth. "To not affect your appetite, I think it's better not to show my entire face."
"Your face was burned?" Charles asked, looking at the scars on Deadpool's face.
"This is a sad story. It starts a few years ago when I retired from the military in Canada," Deadpool said, twirling the meat sauce noodles with a steel fork and stuffing them into his mouth, speaking indistinctly. "At that time, I accidentally discovered I had cancer..."
Something that could have been finished in two or three sentences, Deadpool insisted on talking for half an hour, and kept going off-topic in the middle.
"Simply put, you were originally a Canadian special forces soldier, then to cure the cancer on your body, you found a military officer named Stryker and joined his Weapon X Program. Finally, your face was disfigured during the experiment process," Hank interrupted the talkative Deadpool and said directly.
"Uh, yes, that's the situation."
At this time, Deadpool was leisurely lying on the sofa, one hand rubbing his belly, the other hand behind his head.
"Are you looking for us for something? Did Mr. Jervis send you to find me?" Hank asked.
"Not you, it's him."
Deadpool raised his index finger, pointing to Charles on the wheelchair beside him.
"Looking for me?" Charles felt a little surprised. He is now just an ordinary human paralyzed from the waist down and no longer has superpowers. Why would Mr. Jervis send someone to find him? "I'm just here to deliver a letter. By the way, my name is Wade Winston Wilson. You can call me Wade. Of course, calling me Deadpool is also fine." Deadpool took out a rolled-up letter from the satchel on his waist. "Do you want to read it yourselves, or should I read it to you? After all, as a Superhero, I still have a duty to look after disabled people."
"Thank you, we choose to read it ourselves."
Hank took the letter envelope from Deadpool's hand and then handed it to Charles beside him.
At this moment, Hank seemed to have thought of something and said in surprise, "Could this letter be related to Wuzel Genius Academy? I remember Mr. Jervis promised me to help the Professor re-establish Wuzel Genius Academy."
"Pretty much. It's just asking you to go clean up the battlefield," Deadpool, lying on the sofa, said casually.
"You opened the letter and read it?" Hank looked at Deadpool suspiciously.
"Guessed it. My premonitions are always accurate. For example, I feel like I am a virtual character, currently just playing a minor role in a book, and by the way, helping the shameless author pad the word count."
(end of chapter)
