Chapter 194: Taking the Mission
"Give it a rest. I don't drink that stuff. Got any missions, Weasel? I'm so broke I'm about to go sell my backside." Deadpool leaned over the counter, sliding a finger across Weasel's chest.
Weasel immediately got goosebumps all over. "Stay the hell away from me, Wade. All the bounty contracts are right there; see for yourself."
"You don't love me anymore." Deadpool took the bounties and began filtering through them.
"These missions... I could make more money selling my body," Deadpool said with a face full of disdain. Each one was less than ten thousand dollars; he had absolutely no motivation.
"I obviously knew you wouldn't be interested in those, so I specifically put the high-bounty ones together for you." Weasel turned and pulled three bounty sheets from a drawer. "These are the only three left. If you don't like these, there's nothing I can do." Weasel shrugged; he had done his best.
"How could I not like something from you, my friend?" As soon as Deadpool saw the first sheet, his eyes lit up.
"Well? Good stuff, right?" Weasel saw the lower half of Wade's exposed face begin to curl into a smile.
"Very nice~ very nice~" Deadpool felt like he was about to hit a massive windfall.
Weasel laughed. "So, which one are you picking?"
"I'll take them all." Deadpool stuffed the bounty sheets directly into his crotch. "Any more?"
"..." Weasel was speechless. This Wade really had a massive appetite.
"That's it? Come on, Weasel, this little bit won't satisfy me." Deadpool started leaning closer to Weasel again.
Terrified, Weasel backed up a few steps and said hurriedly, "Wait! I remember there's one more bounty, but it's dangerous—very dangerous."
"It's fine, I don't mind." Deadpool wasn't afraid of dying at all.
"Well... take it then. Nine brothers have already taken this contract, and not a single one came back alive." Thinking about Wade's abilities, Weasel felt it was actually quite appropriate to give him this task.
"I'm out!" Wade only saw the numbers on the bounty sheet and prepared to leave with a grin.
"Wait! I want to... BLEGH... go too!" The Indian guy had somehow run down from the stage and threw up right on Deadpool's shoulder.
"F***!"
"Ready?"
"Ready."
"Then let's go!"
Silas and Peter were sitting in front of the game console, engaged in a fierce battle.
"Tomorrow is Saturday. How are your preparations for the camping trip?" Silas asked while controlling his character.
Peter's fingers danced rapidly over the controller. "Already... already prepared."
"Good!" Silas pressed the ultimate move button and finished Peter off in one hit.
"Oh no~ come on, can't you go easy on me? I'm a newbie after all," Peter said gloomily. This was his tenth loss in a row.
"No, no, no. You're my brother. If I deliberately went easy on you to let you win, that would be an insult to you," Silas said.
Peter looked skeptical. "I feel like you're lying to me again..."
"How is that possible, Peter?" Silas lied without blinking an eye.
"Forget it, I'm done. I need to go be a Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man." Peter put down the controller, took his suit from the Spider-Drone, and began changing into his costume right there in Silas's room.
"Going off to be a superhero again?" Silas asked lazily.
"Mhm. Because after tonight, Spider-Man is taking a long vacation!" Peter jumped out the window happily.
"I hope it really is a vacation and not overtime," Silas muttered. He had a nagging feeling that this road trip wouldn't be peaceful.
Stretching his muscles, Silas stood up. "What's the Mandarin doing right now?"
"Master, he is currently rebuilding the Ten Rings and training core personnel," Little Black reported, his head emerging from Silas's shadow.
"Is the matter I asked you to prepare ready?" Silas asked.
Little Black nodded. "Everything is prepared. I've placed a Shadow-Eater in the Mandarin's shadow; it can devour his shadow at any time."
"Mhm. The Mandarin possesses the power of the Ten Rings. A small Shadow-Eater definitely won't be able to chew through that old bone. Send an ultimate-form Shadow-Eater Owl instead," Silas ordered.
The Shadow Corps had already marked the location of the Mandarin's shadow. Now, they just needed a Shadow-Eater Ninja to merge with it and wait for the right moment to strike. However, the stronger the target, the harder the shadow was to consume. For someone like the Mandarin, the ninja needed to merge for a month without being detected. Generally, no one would notice unless they were hit by a specific brown light. Being merged with also caused the target to feel an underlying sense of panic. Brown happened to be the color of General Min's mask.
"The Owl's merging process is halfway done. In fifteen days, the Mandarin can be completely consumed," Little Black reported with extreme caution.
Silas chuckled. "It's fine, Little Black. No need to be so tense. Even if it fails, it doesn't matter. My magic practice is almost complete." Using Justice Points, Silas had already redeemed fifty types of offensive magic.
"But since it is a task ordered by the Master, I must do it perfectly. There should be no flaws," Little Black insisted, shaking his head. Little Black's current tasks included: monitoring the Mandarin, running Parker Industries, updating the suit systems, and feeding the Shadow-Eater Corps at midnight.
"What about Therrus?" Silas inquired. Therrus was supposed to cooperate with Little Black last time against the Mandarin, but Silas had ordered him to maintain his cover and stay by the Mandarin's side to look for potential "Dark Assassins."
"He's doing well. Since he's the highest combat power in the Ten Rings besides the Mandarin, he's living quite a lavish life right now," Little Black replied.
"Let him enjoy himself for now. Remind him not to forget the mission." Silas didn't have much patience for the Dark Assassin he created. Therrus was just a test subject to see if the Dark Assassin magic worked.
Actually, Therrus wasn't useless; he had figured out why the Mantis Men obeyed the Mandarin. The Mandarin possessed mental control over low-intelligence beings. Poor Killian never knew the truth before he died.
"The camping trip on Saturday... have the Shadow Corps clear out any wild animals in the area." Silas didn't want the trip interrupted by animal attacks.
"Understood, Master!" Little Black crossed his arms over his chest.
"As for the road trip, don't worry about clearing the way. Whatever comes, comes," Silas said, lying back on the bed.
"Silas!"
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