Chapter 348: Booby****!

Chapter 348: Booby****!

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Francis, also known as Ajax, jolted awake in his dimly lit bedroom as the shrill sound of his cell phone pierced the silence.

(A/N: The dreaded iPhone alarm sound. That sh*t gave me PTSD. Even if I hear it when I'm awake, I always feel anxious and jolt a bit)

He fumbled for the device on his nightstand, squinting at the screen to read the incoming call.

The caller ID displayed the number of one of his men. An emergency call at this hour could only mean trouble.

Groggy and disoriented, Francis answered the call, his voice laced with annoyance. "What is it? Can't this wait a few more hours?"

The voice on the other end was urgent, filled with a sense of panic. "Ajax, it's bad. The Project X facility's been raided. They came in late last night."

Dread washed over Francis as he sat up, fully alert now. "Who? Who raided us?"

The man hesitated before responding, his voice trembling. "I don't know for sure, but there are government-type agents in black suits and unmarked SUVs parked outside. They've cordoned off the entire area. They're taking everything. Equipment, bodies, surviving test subjects. Even some of our men were dragged out in cuffs."

Francis was taken aback by the news. He had been at the facility just the night before. Thankfully, he had decided to leave early and get some sleep.

The realization hit him like a lightning bolt. If he had stayed, he could have been caught in the crossfire.

Though who knows? With his immunity to pain, enhanced Strength, Durability, and reflexes, Francis might have been able to fend off the attack.

He is a Meta-Human after all.

His mind raced with questions. "Did they get the serum?"

Of course, he means the serum they were using to activate the dormant X-Gene in their test subjects.

"I don't know. Everyone inside the facility was either killed or captured. I only found out because I was on my way to work. I saw those men surrounding the place and knew something was wrong, so I kept driving." The man's response was tinged with uncertainty.

Although it wasn't said out loud, both parties knew it was very likely that these agents took the Serum, as well as their data, which would allow them to make it themselves as well.

Francis clenched his fist, his anger building. Who were these people? How dare they interfere with his plans? The roots of this story extend from novell bìn origin.

He couldn't let them ruin everything he had worked for. And most importantly, he couldn't let the serum fall into somebody else's hands.

"Find out everything you can about these agents. Their identities, their organization. I want to know who they are," Francis demanded, his voice dripping with killing intent.

The man on the other end understood the gravity of the situation. "I'll do my best."

"One more thing." Francis added. "Contact all surviving members. They need to disappear immediately. Who knows when these agents will come knocking."

"Yes, sir." The man replied.

Without another word, Francis hung up the phone, his mind already spinning with thoughts of revenge.

He couldn't let this setback discourage him. He would track down those responsible, unleash his wrath upon them, and retrieve what was rightfully his.

With a determined stride, Ajax left his bedroom, ready to exact revenge and reclaim his plans from the clutches of those who dared to stand in his way.

But before that, he needed to get moving.

"Come on, Spidey, what are we waiting for?" Wade's fingers twitched as he cocked his dessert eagles, his trigger-happy nature on full display. "Let's get in there and show this bald f*cker what happens when you mess with the Merc with a Mouth."

Peter sighed. "Wade, we've been through this. That's a horrible superhero name. Anything more than two words is just too much."

Before leaving, Peter gave him some superhero name ideas, though he made sure that each of them was either lackluster or a joke.

After all, he didn't want to accidentally make Wade call himself anything but Deadpool.

"Alright, remember, you said that you need Francis to help you. We can't kill him, no matter what." Peter said, though he didn't believe that Francis would be able to do so.

Wade nodded, though that didn't mean he couldn't torture the living hell out of him...

With a determined look on his face, Wade stormed towards the front door, kicking it open with a sinister smirk on his face. "Honey! I'm home!" He yelled with the love of a returning husband.

Peter followed closely behind, shaking his head at Wade's grand entrance.

As they entered the house, Wade's voice reverberated through the empty rooms, demanding Francis to show himself.

Each door swung open under the force of Wade's kicks, revealing nothing but deserted spaces.

The house seemed devoid of any life besides the lit fireplace, showing that someone must have been here rather recently.

Peter watched Wade's rampage with a mixture of amusement and detachment.

He had already grown accustomed to the chaos that often accompanied his new friend's actions.

As they reached the upper floor, the two soon realized that the house was completely empty.

Peter shrugged, his disappointment evident. "Looks like someone tipped him off. He must know what happened to his facility."

Wade's shoulders slumped, his hopes of resolution fading away.

He had wanted to finish this today, to quickly reunite with Vanessa as the man she remembered, not the disfigured monster he saw in the mirror whenever he had to take a p*ss.

As they made their way back downstairs, Peter's spider senses suddenly went into overdrive.

Something wasn't right.

Peter couldn't help but notice a small security panel by the front door. It had been silently counting down this entire time, unnoticed by both of them.

Staring at the security panel, his spider senses started tingling like crazy.

Only two seconds remained on the countdown.

Acting swiftly, Peter grabbed Wade's arm and waved his hand, creating a portal underneath them leading to the roof of a distant building.

The sudden displacement left Wade momentarily bewildered as they landed on their feet, but realization quickly dawned on him as the house they had just been inside exploded in a spectacular display of destruction.

Debris rained down as Peter and Wade stood on the rooftop, watching the flames and smoke rise into the evening sky.

Luckily the house was a good distance from any other properties, so no one was hurt.

Wade stared at what remained of the burning house. "That f*cker actually boobytrapped his own house?"

Peter nodded. "I'll give the guy some credit. He has a big set of balls on him."

"Ewww..." Wade groaned in disgust. "I cant get the image out of my head." He said, slapping himself in the face with one of his desert eagles. "Go away... Go away..."

A/N: 1721 words :) Hidden Title: Boobytrap!

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