…
Among them,
what Mr. Leon was most satisfied with was the super elastic fiber underwear he signed for after contacting Dr. Bruce Banner.
It never wears out!
Just this one attribute made Mr. Leon call it a divine artifact, not to mention it could perfectly protect his little brother from harm—it was simply a super divine artifact!
Now, the hardest thing on Mr. Leon's entire body was this pair of briefs.
A long-awaited delivery.
The 'Regeneration Cradle' was acquired ahead of schedule.
Mr. Leon, who understood its true function, immediately devised a complete plan to strengthen himself, but when he thought of the subtle benefits, he made the same mistake as Tony.
He inadvertently put Zhao Hailun on the back burner, but Zhao Hailun herself didn't seem to mind, even enjoying it a bit?
She stealthily looked up at Mr. Leon, then quickly lowered her head, clearly trying to be discreet, but after several attempts, seeing no reaction from Mr. Leon, she gradually grew bolder.
It wasn't until Sharon Carter, whose black stockings had been replaced by nude ones, pushed open the door and walked in that Zhao Hailun let out a soft sound and quickly lowered her head again.
However, this time,
her small movement was caught by Mr. Leon, who had come back to his senses.
Interesting~
Mr. Leon's lips curved into a smile, and he beckoned Sharon Carter closer.
“Kate, I want to establish an independent department for Hailun to specialize in 3D bioprinting technology. Go gather people now and hand over the work to her later.”
“Yes, Mr. Leon.”
Sharon Carter replied, and immediately went out to prepare.
Aside from using it himself or for close individuals who are severely injured, Mr. Leon did not intend to expose that he possessed the 'Regeneration Cradle'.
Because this was a patented technology that Zhao Hailun was currently researching and had not yet completed, if Mr. Leon were to openly use it, it would be difficult to explain its origin.
Therefore, it was still necessary for Zhao Hailun to research and develop the 'Regeneration Cradle' according to the normal trajectory.
This was her painstaking effort, and it should rightfully be completed by her.
Of course,
if it were a male or an ugly person, that would be a different matter.
“Mr. Leon, thank you for your support and recognition. I will definitely work hard to complete the 'Regeneration Cradle' and will not disappoint You.”
Zhao Hailun promised, her eyes full of gratitude as she looked at Mr. Leon.
“I believe in You.”
Mr. Leon encouragingly patted Zhao Hailun's shoulder, then leaned in and whispered into her ear, “You can directly tell me any requests You have, as long as I can fulfill them for You.”
“Don't feel embarrassed, Hailun, You should be more confident. In my eyes, You are a genius no less than Tony.”
“You have such value.”
“You are worth it, You know?”
“Good girls with such grand aspirations are rare.”
“Your insights have benefited me greatly.”
“There is much potential, much potential indeed.”
“I'm not that good~”
After Mr. Leon's praises, Zhao Hailun shyly lowered her head, constantly burying her face in her chest, completely embarrassed to make eye contact with Mr. Leon.
“That… actually… today is my birthday, I wonder if You have time tonight… Ah! What am I even saying?”
“No!”
“I mean, You are my fan, could I get an autograph?”
Zhao Hailun was incoherent for a moment, finally fumbling from her collar to pull out a photo of Mr. Leon wearing a soldier boy suit and impersonating Homelander, which she carried close to her, and handed it to Mr. Leon.
“Of course.”
As soon as Mr. Leon finished signing, Zhao Hailun immediately bowed to him in farewell, then used a once-in-a-lifetime flash to quickly escape the scene that made her feel socially mortified.
“How youthful~”
Watching Zhao Hailun's flustered retreating figure, Mr. Leon's lips curved slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
After a long while,
he withdrew his gaze.
It was time to get down to business.
“Arcee, how far are we from South Sudan?”
Mr. Leon asked.
“12,665 kilometers.”
Arcee's mature female voice came from Mr. Leon's Bluetooth earpiece.
“Over 12,000 kilometers, huh…”
Mr. Leon roughly estimated that at his current speed, without any delays, a round trip would take about two and a half hours, which should be enough time.
…
Africa, South Sudan, Salva Mega Wharf.
This was once a large river tributary that traversed the African inland plate. Later, with the ebb and flow of tides and the power of time, it dried up into the yellowish muddy swamp it is today.
A dozen or so rusty, stranded cruise ships were scattered about.
It is now occupied by the Vibranium smuggler Ulysses Klaue.
It has become his base of operations for illegal activities.
Because Vibranium is extremely difficult to obtain, Ulysses Klaue also deals in conventional arms. In short, he dabbles in all kinds of illicit activities that can make big money.
Today,
Ulysses Klaue welcomed a super-large client who immediately demanded all the Vibranium in Ulysses Klaue's possession.
And in an open and brazen manner, through a 'zero-dollar purchase'.
ByeByeBye♫
Accompanied by a powerful BGM,
Mr. Leon, clad in a super Deadpool suit and carrying two Carbonadium alloy swords on his back, made a dazzling entrance, surrounded by Ulysses Klaue and his dozens of subordinates.
—This can be followed by the opening of Deadpool 3.
“A zero-dollar purchase, and it's aimed at me? You haven't asked around the underworld to see who got away with trying to backstab me!”
“Wow~”
“I'm so scared~”
Deadpool Leon stood with his toes pointing inward, like a shy maiden, twisting his body awkwardly, his voice utterly sarcastic, brimming with mockery.
Seeing this, Ulysses Klaue's eyes twitched fiercely twice, and he snarled, “He has no gun on him. Get him alive, I want to personally kill this sour pickle bitch!”
At his command, Ulysses Klaue's subordinates, armed with daggers, knuckle dusters, or spiked clubs, swarmed towards Mr. Leon!
Seeing this, Mr. Leon's lips curved into a smile.
He allowed himself to be engulfed by the crowd.
Then,
“Star Burst Stream!”
The moment Mr. Leon drew his twin swords, the entire abandoned cruise ship trembled.
Amidst flashing blades and clashing steel,
countless severed limbs exploded outwards with Mr. Leon as the center. Each slash easily took out several people, as if their bodies were even more fragile than tofu dregs.
The battle,
was a complete massacre.
Someone tried to shoot,
but both gun and person were sliced in half by Mr. Leon's blade.
Soon,
the dozens of people who had ganged up on Mr. Leon all became souls lost to his blade.
By then,
Ulysses Klaue knew very well that Mr. Leon was no pushover.
“Shit!”
“He's a Super Soldier!”
“Don't go up there and get yourselves killed, shoot him dead with your guns!”
Shouting, Ulysses Klaue himself snatched an AR-15 rifle from a nearby subordinate and began to spray bullets at Mr. Leon.
Seeing this, Mr. Leon parried the bullets with his twin swords while closing in on Ulysses Klaue.
Clang, clang, clang!
The metallic clang of bullets hitting steel kept ringing out.
At first,
Ulysses Klaue truly believed that Mr. Leon was blocking every bullet he fired with his swords.
But when he noticed Mr. Leon's suit constantly tearing and then repairing itself, Ulysses Klaue immediately realized something was wrong—
Bullets couldn't harm this guy at all! Was he playing me?
“What kind of monster are You?!”
“I am Deadpool.”
By the time Mr. Leon shook his head and swung his swords to stand before Ulysses Klaue, all of his subordinates had been slaughtered by Mr. Leon.
Some stragglers who were further away were also terrified by Mr. Leon's brutal display and lay on the ground, playing dead.
“Vibranium.”
Mr. Leon pressed his sword against Ulysses Klaue's neck and said in a deep voice.
“Don't get excited!”
“Take it, take it all!”
Ulysses Klaue quickly said.
