"That's Johnny, our buddy—nickname's Pyro," Elektra said, stepping out of the driver's seat. Laura opened her door too, heading toward the billboard.
"Pyro?" Deadpool scoffed. "Shit! I knew it! I knew it couldn't be that guy!"
"Who're you even talking about?"
Gambit asked, curious.
Deadpool ignored him, smacking the front seat's backrest in a huff.
Gambit glanced at Blade.
Blade tapped his head—guy's nuts, don't bother.
Over there—
Elektra and Laura reached the billboard's base.
Laura leaped, soaring over three meters. Her sharp claws extended, piercing the Terminator's eye, then she vaulted higher.
Slash! She cut the rope.
Thud!
Pyro dropped. Elektra didn't even try to catch him.
"Mm! Mmph!"
Crashing down woke Pyro up.
His mouth was stuffed, muffling his grunts.
Elektra yanked the gag out, flicking her hand like it was filthy.
"Fuck! Those damn bastards! They ambushed me!"
Pyro cursed, rolling to sit up.
"Hey, Elektra, how you holding up?"
He grinned at her.
She ignored him, turning away.
"Hey! Don't just leave—untie me at least!"
Pyro yelled.
Thump!
Laura landed beside him, claws flashing, slicing the ropes.
"Why didn't you just burn it off?"
She asked, staring.
"Laura, I knew you're the only one who's good to me—hug time!"
Pyro, free and cheeky, opened his arms. Laura flashed her claws; he threw his hands up.
"Okay! Okay! I'll stay back!"
He grinned, stepping away.
Laura seemed used to his antics, asking straight-up how he ended up dangling there.
"Those Deadpools—spandex freaks!"
Pyro snarled, furious.
Spandex freaks?
Laura gave him an odd look.
Everyone knows—
Fantastic Four, minus Thing, wear spandex!
Thing just rocks the shorts!
"Hey! I'm not like those freaks!"
Pyro caught her look, defending himself.
"So a bunch of Deadpools tied you up?" Laura skipped the spandex debate, cutting to the chase.
"Yeah, those assholes! Brain-in-their-ass pigs!"
Pyro ranted on.
He was pissed.
"Alright, you seem fine." Laura nodded. She knew about the Void's Deadpool gang—pranksters. She'd met them too.
Just not as bad as Pyro's beatdown and billboard hang.
She thought—should've snapped a pic for keeps.
"You thinking something rude?"
Pyro squinted at her, suspicious.
"Nope. We're heading to Cassandra's camp—you in?"
Laura denied it, then asked.
"What?!" Pyro jumped, shouting, "You nuts?! Why there? Suicide mission?"
"We've got reasons we have to go!"
Laura met his gaze. "Yes or no? We're leaving if not."
She turned back to the car.
"Wait!"
Pyro chased after. "I didn't say no! But what's this 'have to' reason?"
"Get in if you're coming."
Laura glanced at him, opened the door, and took the passenger seat.
"Johnny, no room for you—try the roof maybe?"
Gambit poked his head out, grinning.
"Fuck you! Why don't you go up there?"
Pyro snapped, eyeing the back seat.
He knew Gambit and Blade.
But the other—
"Shit! You spandex freak!"
Pyro spotted Deadpool and yelled.
"Ha! He's calling you two spandex freaks!"
Deadpool cackled, pointing at Gambit and Blade.
They stared, deadpan.
Any idiot could tell he meant you, dude.
Blade shook his head at Gambit—don't argue with a moron.
"I meant you!"
Pyro roared, flames erupting over him.
"Get out—fight me!"
He jabbed a finger at Deadpool.
"Enough!"
Laura leaned out, snapping at Pyro. "Johnny! If you're not helping, don't get in the way!"
"But—"
Pyro tried to explain.
"He's new—not one of those old ones."
Laura cut in.
She nodded at Elektra to drive.
If Pyro wouldn't help, they'd handle it themselves!
As the car peeled out, Pyro bolted after.
"Hey! Wait—I'm not in yet!"
Cassandra's camp.
Before Ant-Man's giant corpse, mutants and thugs celebrated something.
Then—
Boom!
A blast shattered their gate.
A car roared in.
Bang!
Some poor sap got launched.
"Nooo—ahh!"
He flew, smashed flat against a wall by Juggernaut's slap—a masterpiece, stuck for good!
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