Chapter 232: Ch.231 Employment

Chapter 232: Ch.231 Employment

In the end, Su Ming managed to suppress the urge to cut Wade's vocal cords, and the symbiote's constant nagging was pushed back as well. Despite Deadpool's endless chatter, he still provided some useful information.

First off, Wade had come from the future, likely because his teleportation belt malfunctioned again. This meant that, in the normal flow of time, Su Ming and Wade would eventually cross paths in the future.

Secondly, Deadpool knew Su Ming as his cousin and kept interacting with 'invisible' audiences, which implied that Wade might indeed have the ability to break the fourth wall—or maybe he was just acting crazy again.

Lastly, Wade was fully equipped and armed, presenting himself as a combat-ready ally.

"It's weird. My phone has no signal. I remember my telecom provider promised global coverage," Deadpool mumbled, scratching his head through the mask while fiddling with a smartphone. "Hey, Slade, can I borrow your phone? I need to log into the Deadpool Club's homepage. My cousin from another universe just became Sorcerer Supreme after killing Doctor Strange, and I want to throw a party."

Su Ming stared at him coldly and exhaled slowly. "It's 1942."

"Do you like bacon or cheese pizza? I—" Deadpool kept rambling, but then he suddenly froze, the eyes on his mask turning into large white ovals. "Wait... 1942?"

"Yes, 1942."

"You mean, like, Earth's 1942?"

"Yep. Historically speaking."

"Shit!"

Deadpool frantically tapped the black-and-red button on his belt, trying to restart it, but it emitted a burst of sparks, followed by a cloud of black smoke.

An electric shock coursed through Deadpool's body, causing him to spasm uncontrollably before collapsing on the ground. That was the price for punching delicate equipment, and there wasn't anyone around to fix it.

Now things were awkward.

The black smoke from the malfunctioning belt seeped out from the edges of Su Ming's umbrella, only to be quickly whisked away by the strong winds. The whole street seemed to fall into a strange silence.

"Oh no, I've destroyed the universe's hope! I'm a sinner!"

Wade dramatically rolled over, kneeling in the puddles, raising both hands to the sky as if awaiting divine punishment.

The wind and rain swirled around him as he shook his head in despair. The scene felt oddly like a funeral, complete with the sound of mournful music playing.

Su Ming patted Wade on the shoulder, giving him a moment to catch his breath, while casting his gaze toward the distant street.

"Alright, come with me. Since you're here, lend your big brother a hand."

"But I wanted to find Dr. Pym to fix my belt..." Deadpool scratched his chin thoughtfully, his uniform soaked from the rain, making him itch all over.

"I'll pay you. You know, back in this era, a good car only costs about 500 dollars." Su Ming pulled a stack of cash from his bag and tossed it to Wade—about one or two thousand dollars, enough to serve as an initial down payment.

Deadpool instantly turned serious. He lifted the corner of his mask to lick his thumb and started counting the bills. "Say no more. Who do you need me to kill? We're mercenaries, but we're also family. No need to get all awkward about money."

Su Ming had expected this. Wade earned money quickly but spent it even faster. He could blow through millions of dollars in a single night at a nightclub, doing who-knows-what.

The Guardians of the Galaxy often took advantage of him, with Star-Lord being the worst offender. Every time he returned to Earth, he latched onto people to take him out, claiming he needed a tour guide to understand modern society.

They'd all go out for lavish meals, but none of them had Earth currency, so it was always the Earthlings who picked up the tab.

Tony Stark was the most frequent victim, as he had plenty of money and didn't care about losing any. Deadpool came second, since he was always gullible enough to foot the bill.

"Not in a rush to fix the belt anymore?"

"Nope. I think Peter can wait a bit longer. He's already dead, right? Thanos isn't going anywhere; I can deal with him later."

"Alright. By the way, since you're from the future, do you know where Namor is right now?"

"Uh, Namor? That fish guy who hates humans and always reeks of fish? The one with the evil-looking pointy ears? You never told me about any World War II stuff. What did you do back then?"

Well, for Deadpool, it was in the past, but for Su Ming, it was the future. Who knew what he'd get up to?

"He's missing. We're trying to find him."

"Why would you want to find him? That guy's mouth smells worse than a public restroom that hasn't been cleaned in years, and he reeks of fish. Plus, he's got no money. I don't like him."

Su Ming didn't particularly like Namor either, but reality didn't always bend to one's preferences.

"That's exactly why. If you don't want a world full of people like Namor in the future, you'll need to help me now."