Chapter 250: Ch.249 Deadpool’s Third Wheel

Chapter 250: Ch.249 Deadpool’s Third Wheel

Before they even exited the London Sanctum, the group heard what sounded like a wild beast's howl.

Deadpool tilted his head, placing a hand by his ear as he listened. He turned to Monarch and asked, "Do you guys keep wolves here?"

"There are werewolves, yes, but no regular wolves," Monarch replied casually. The folks at Kamar-Taj were more inclined toward research, so having a few magical creatures at the Sanctum wasn't out of the ordinary.

"Werewolves, huh? I wanna check that out."

Deadpool's interest was piqued. He knew that both the Midnight Sons and the Howling Commandos had werewolves, and who knows, this one could be related.

Su Ming hooked his arm around Deadpool's neck and pulled him back. After the battle, fatigue and hunger hit him like a tidal wave. Right now, he just wanted to grab a bite to eat, not visit some furry magical creatures.

"Next time. I've got a yeti corpse stored at Kamar-Taj. I'll show you that later."

And so, the group ignored the shrieks echoing behind them as they exited the Sanctum.

A few days had passed since the typhoon, and now London was cautiously undergoing post-disaster recovery.

Britain was short on everything these days. With Germany's blockade and bombings, even the remaining firemen were elderly with beards down to their chests. After each air raid, their main job was digging survivors from the rubble, but more often than not, they were simply tasked with carting away the dead.

Military factories and radar stations were prioritized for repairs, so civilian homes naturally fell to the bottom of the list.

Public shelters in London were packed with homeless people. They survived on thin potato soup, while bread was prioritized for the military. For ordinary folks, getting their hands on flour was next to impossible.

The damage from the typhoon, all things considered, was minor. At least the storm didn't start any fires. Now, the streets were littered with debris and trash, but thankfully, there were no charred bodies.

Leaves floated in puddles along the streets, drifting aimlessly—much like Britain itself at the moment.

Monarch's residence was just ahead, but aside from him, no one was keen on going there for a meal—mainly because of the unbearable stench.

So, the group changed into casual clothes, and Gin contacted a hotel to arrange for a decent meal to celebrate their retrieval of the first part of Namor.

Changing clothes was no big deal for most, even Monarch was already dressed in formal attire. But Deadpool's face, resembling a shriveled raisin, needed to be properly concealed.

"We noticed you disappeared, so of course, we had to come find you. We thought you'd be in the thick of it, battling Little Mustache in WWII, but here you are... eating boiled potatoes? Last time I made you tomato sauce with beans, and you said you didn't like it!" The blonde woman grabbed Deadpool by the neck, shaking him like a rag doll. The bespectacled man who had accompanied them quietly found a seat nearby, distancing himself from the scene.

Normally, when these two got like this, things would escalate quickly, and it was not a pleasant sight. Best to stay out of the way.

Clears throat. Su Ming noticed the woman starting to unwrap Deadpool's bandages. Their faces were getting closer—this was about to get inappropriate. He quickly cleared his throat loudly, reminding Deadpool that his cousin, a doctor, a mage, and a dozen distillery workers were all present.

"Wade, aren't you going to introduce us?"

"Uh, yeah, about that, hehe... It's kinda complicated," Deadpool stammered awkwardly.

"I'll do the honors," the blonde woman stood up from Deadpool's lap and extended her hand to the group. "Inez Temple, codename 'Outlaw.' The brunette here is Sandy, our tech specialist, and the guy over there is the utterly useless 'Weasel.' We're Wade's colleagues from Agency X."

As she said "colleagues," Inez shot Su Ming a meaningful glance, as if to say, "We're not just colleagues."

Su Ming nodded. So, this was the woman Wade had been sneaking around with on the side. "I know you. Your grandfather was 'Two-Gun Kid' Lance Temple, a friend of 'Two-Gun Man' Matt Hawk. Incidentally, our Dr. Halloway here was a disciple of Two-Gun Man—he's the Avenging Angel."

Inez tossed her golden curls and smiled as she shook Halloway's hand. "Ah yes, the original Avenging Angel. Thanks for your future help with mutants. We're quite familiar with your grandson."

Halloway looked utterly baffled. "Future help? What did I do? What grandson? I'm not even married yet..."

"This is 'Prince of Magic,' Monarch," Su Ming continued, gesturing toward the mage. Outlaw's enthusiasm waned, as it seemed she wasn't too fond of wizards.

"And I'm Wade's cousin, Slade, codename 'Deathstroke.' This is my right-hand man, Gin. Sorry, I've never been able to pronounce his real name properly, even after all these years."

Inez clearly recognized him, though it was something from the future. "I know, Wade talks about you guys often—his rich cousin and V—"

Cough! Gin interrupted with a cough, standing up to shake Outlaw's hand, though his expression was stern, as if facing a serious threat.

"Oh... hehe, nice to meet you," Outlaw chuckled knowingly and walked off to greet the rest of the distillery crew.

Su Ming narrowed his eyes. He realized something. Outlaw and her group were from the future, and they knew Gin. But what was that "V" word she almost said? Was that Gin's codename in the future? Could it be... V for Vendetta?

He glanced at Wade, who quickly averted his gaze and downed a glass of water in one gulp.