"Oh damn! My darlings, you just left me forever like this. Heavens, this is the saddest story!"
In the Hell's Kitchen area of Manhattan, Deadpool was sighing mournfully, huddled in his small dog kennel.
Today was his unluckiest day.
He genuinely almost died and his beloved sword was swallowed too.
In that moment, Deadpool felt he might actually die. So he decisively abandoned his beloved sword and retreated through the underground waterway.
"No way, my sword is gone. I can't just let this slide."
"I must..."
Deadpool made a call. "I need to speak to Mr. Kennedy."
"Kennedy? Are you a family member? That's good, because after multiple rounds of rescue by our Doctor, Mr. Kennedy's head has been opened up, and we still couldn't save him. Please accept our condolences."
"As for the rescue fees..."
"Please help me go give him the middle finger, and tell him, 'F*ck you!'"
Without waiting for the Doctor to finish, Deadpool hung up the phone.
But he immediately called back. Before the other party could speak, he quickly said, "Also, if you contact his relatives, notify me immediately. They can't owe money and not pay."
"Otherwise, even if they run to Hell, I'll beat them up. No one can owe me money."
This was a massive loss!
"My sword... my money... my precious darlings, oh no!"
The mission wasn't completed, the sword was gone, he almost died, and the employer, Mr. Kennedy, had already had his head blown open.
Deadpool was still cursing loudly when suddenly his ears twitched. He looked keenly outside and subconsciously reached for his back. Realizing his sword was gone, he immediately pulled out twin pistols from his back.
"Hey buddy, need any help?"
"Of course. Can I have your head?"
Deadpool's expression changed drastically. He fired continuous bullets while rushing toward a nearby window without hesitation.
However, Aaron was faster and kicked the door open.
Webs bound Deadpool at a tricky angle.
"Stop! I'm telling you, I've already called the police!"
"If you don't want to play fencing with those people in prison, then you'd better leave immediately."
"The guys in there love people like you."
Deadpool twisted and struggled, but without his dual blades, he couldn't even break free from Aaron's special webbing.
Aaron walked in without saying anything. He picked up Deadpool's gun, and shot him in the head.
Bang!
The gunshot rang out, and the world finally became quiet.
Aaron thought for a moment. Theoretically, he had a way to completely eliminate Deadpool.
The primal furnace can melt everything, even Deadpool.
But the problem now is...
Aaron scanned the messy scene.
Blood-stained bandages, bloody knives, and the previous battlefield all contained Deadpool's cells. It's even possible that other remains of Deadpool are in some garbage dump.
Theoretically, all these things could revive into a new Deadpool.
He remembered that in a comic, an evil Deadpool had appeared, a more powerful and evil monster pieced together from Deadpool's remains from different periods.
He didn't know if many Deadpools would appear in this world.
After some thought, he had an idea.
—
Night, Banana Bar.
A bright red banana logo kept flashing.
Several exceptionally burly men in white emerged from the Banana Bar, hugging each other tightly, warming themselves in the cold night.
Just then—
They saw a man tied to a lamppost, having just been shot, almost completely naked, wearing only a butterfly mask that covered the upper half of his face.
And the binding technique was quite nice, almost an artwork, making their eyes light up. They immediately held him in awe.
The sexy red lips, long eyelashes, relatively thick chest hair, strong thighs…
All exuded an alluring aura.
The big men looked at each other.
"Maybe he offended someone. How brutal. As good U.S. citizens, we can't just watch him be blown by the cold wind."
"Perhaps he also has a gambling father, a sick mother, a younger brother in school... Those politicians don't understand people. Just the money for school is enough to drive people crazy. I understand him, I want to help him. If I don't help him, who will?"
"Let's take him to my home, I have many tools there. And I can protect him, let him feel true warmth and love."
Several people rushed forward, enthusiastically untying Deadpool, and all wisely avoided touching his purple butterfly mask.
After tonight, everyone will be strangers. You just need to remember that your body is filled with our love, that's enough.
"There are still many good people in this world." Aaron sighed sincerely, looking at the scene on the monitor.
However, the image was too spicy, so much so that Aaron had to find a warm and beautiful place to wash his eyes.
In this cold world, only the white of breasts still held a trace of warmth.
The next day.
"Ahhhhh! Oh no!" *2
The same sound, in different places, yet containing different emotions.
Everyone's joys and sorrows are always different.
After finishing their morning exercise, Aaron and Felicia went straight to Osborn Industries.
Aaron was not a diligent person. If not necessary, he wouldn't go to the corporation.
If he still had to clock in every day after transmigration, wouldn't that be a waste of transmigration?
What? Company rules?
Those rules are for employees.
He, the big boss, is the rule controller. At worst, he'd just add another rule: Aaron doesn't need to follow company rules.
It's that simple.
Arriving at the office, before Norman arrived, Aaron first posted a video online and attached the title.
[Shocking! The strongest mercenary Deadpool is actually this kind of person!]
Paired with the most explosive image on the cover, it would definitely attract the attention of many interested people.
After posting the video, Aaron also specifically sent the link to Deadpool's email.
Norman knocked on the door. "Boss, there are some things here that need your review."
"Boss, this information comes from A.I.M., it's a project about human physical enhancement. The core point is to use the characteristics of a virus to replace human cells, thereby giving people powerful self-healing abilities..."
Norman was introducing other project documents he had collected when Aaron interrupted him.
"Is it possible for A.I.M. to cooperate with us? And we don't need to cooperate with them."
Aaron knew A.I.M.'s project better than Norman.
Isn't it Extremis? A human enhancement serum with major flaws.
Although it certainly has its unique aspects, Aaron didn't need to spend energy researching that thing now. He could easily get a sample later.
"There's no need to present me with information involving other companies' core projects."
Norman nodded and pulled out a few more documents from the complex pile.
"Then this 'Regeneration Cradle' technology, led by Dr. Helen Cho, might interest you, Boss."
"Regeneration Cradle? Helen Cho?"
Aaron's eyes lit up, he finally heard a familiar name.