Holloway put his eye patch back on, and Monac stuffed a few more rabbits into his pocket, they were all ready.
The nearest bright spot was located in London, considering the possibility that there might be mages or warlocks on the other side who could counteract spatial magic, using the teleportation gate posed a risk of a few people getting lost in the time-space turbulence.
So Su Ming followed Monac's suggestion and decided to head out and find a car to get there.
Silently, without any magic fluctuations, it's the safest bet.
The witchcraft just now indicated that Namor was here, but it could be an undersea person with the same name, or it could be a trap from the enemy, or possibly Namor's 'fragment.'
Therefore, they needed to wander the streets a bit, letting the Magic Prince find some clues.
"Can we have our sense of smell back once we're outside? All five senses are quite important in battle," Su Ming asked Monac as he walked towards the door.
"Of course, I understand, sensitivity and insight are equally important for warriors and mages. I haven't fought in a long time, so I will also cancel my breath-holding magic later."
Su Ming walked over the dark-patterned carpet, feeling the moisture outside, opened the door, then hesitated for a second, closed the door again, and shrank back inside.
"What's wrong?" Holloway almost got stepped on by Su Ming and quickly took a few steps back.
Su Ming tilted his head and rubbed the chin area of his mask with his hand: "I saw someone I didn't want to see, someone who shouldn't be coming..."
"Did you see it wrong? Do you have acquaintances in London?" Holloway asked again.
"I hope I saw it wrong." Su Ming opened the door a crack, peeked out, and quickly closed it again: "No mistake, it's definitely not an illusion, he really appeared."
Monac frowned and raised his cane: "Is he an enemy?"
"Uh, not exactly, he's a relative." Su Ming pondered for a moment, what's this guy doing here? Has he nothing better to do?
Holloway seemed to understand something and sighed, patting Su Ming's shoulder in comfort: "I know, it's that kind of particularly troublesome relative, right? Just like how every Christmas I go home, I always see my Auntie Molly, and I'm almost thirty this year, yet I still can't handle her at all... But that's something we have to face, isn't it?"
"Yeah, since we're relatives, we'll meet, it's just that the timing is way too early, it's just a bit unexpected." Su Ming clicked his teeth, feeling a bit troubled: "By the way, Monac, do you have that kind of magic that can shorten someone's ding-ding?"
"Uh... no, but if you want, I can set up a voodoo ceremony, with a long-term curse that makes the enemy unable to sense a part of their body."
"Great, then I have a trump card to deal with him..."
He opened the door wide, took a large step out with his umbrella, at this moment, there was a figure on the street wrestling with the typhoon.
"Dear audience, this is your field reporter Deadpool, reporting to you from freaking London!"
He wore his iconic red and black uniform, his dual blades stuck into the asphalt road, holding the handles with both hands, his whole body fluttered like a flag in the wind, and was slowly dragged backward by the wind, leaving deep grooves on the road surface, revealing the soil below.
"Currently, there's a typhoon blowing from outer space battling with me, with central wind speeds reaching thousands of kilometers per second! If you're not as strong as I am, you'd better not go out today! See that Big Ben over there? It's turned sideways!"
He turned his head to the side, the strong wind making the skin under his mask distort, yet he continued to wink and make faces at the nonexistent 'audience.'
He turned to look in the direction of the street corner, as if some invisible typhoon monster was really coming there, suddenly feeling an itch in his nostrils, wanting to dig his nose.
"Ugh, the strong wind made my rhinitis flare up, truly a terrifying battle force, here's a short commercial break!"
Then he let go of one hand, intending to lift off his mask to dig his nose, when he noticed a pair of black and yellow metal combat boots appeared in front of his eyes.
A figure in full metal armor, holding a black umbrella, lowered his head and looked at him with a scarlet monocular eye.
The strong wind made garbage fly rapidly nearby, yet the armored figure remained motionless, he couldn't see the newcomer's expression, but surely he was just as pleased, right?
"Slade? Is that you?" His tone became cheerful, wanting to remove the mask and reunite with Su Ming: "It's me, Wade, your dearest cousin, last time you disappeared without a trace, I've been looking for you."
Su Ming pondered the reason for Deadpool's appearance, was it a coincidence? or...
Deadpool's real name was Wade Wilson, a product of friendly exchanges between DC and Marvel, with Deadpool modeled after Deathstroke, with both editors acknowledging them as half-brothers.
The abilities that Deathstroke had, he mostly had too, with the original Deathstroke's martial arts and strength slightly higher, but Deadpool's self-healing ability was stronger. Deathstroke liked dark humor, Deadpool liked gibberish. Deathstroke had one eye less, Deadpool was all covered due to cancer and the Weapon X program.
His forever decaying face had made many people puke before.
"Don't, don't remove the mask, it's windy today." A black tentacle extended from the armor's gaps, grabbing Wade's hand to stop his action.
Who needs to see that wrinkled avocado!
"Uh, you're so sweet to me, I must take it off! Let you see the look of being touched in my eyes, they're already brimming with tears!"
Under the mask, his facial contours showed exaggerated expressions.
Wade simply let go of his other hand, knowing that the symbiote had grabbed him, he wouldn't be blown away, so he boldly reached out his other hand to lift off the mask.
"No, I don't want to see it, not at all." Su Ming directly bent down to grab his arm, pulling him from flying sideways under the umbrella.
Wade seemed to understand, punching his palm with his fist: "I get it, you're envious that I have two eyes, right? No worries, I can dig one for you, anyway, new ones will grow back."
"Your cancer cells have already spread throughout your body, remember? The United States Department of Agriculture has stated that your meat is not for consumption."
Su Ming swatted away his finger ready to dig out his eyeball, sighing helplessly, this wasn't Sharingan, digging it out and ignoring rejection wouldn't work, giving it to Su Ming wouldn't do much.
Besides, having one eye didn't affect combat, to go to great lengths just to find suitable eyes purely for looks was a waste of life.
"Damn bureaucrats! You know, last time they banned using mad cow disease beef for hamburgers, I already complained about them once, seriously, mad cow beef is particularly robust. So I called the President's office, the secretary told me the President went bear hunting, and she was at the Kremlin and said her English wasn't that good, but I think she was lying."
Deadpool started to ramble, standing now under the fantastic umbrella, feet on the ground, finally able to pull his weapons from the ground, and after sheathing his dual blades, he began to babble.
Incidentally, he also warmly embraced Deathstroke, rubbing his armor chest with red water stains, apparently, Deadpool bought some cheap stuff again, his uniform was losing color in the rain...
"Alright, tell me why you're here then."
Su Ming, expressionless, used the symbiote to push him away, thankfully the sense of smell hadn't yet returned, or this year-round unwashed guy would definitely make him puke.
"Well, it's a long story."
Deadpool peeked around Su Ming at the people and house behind him, was that where they came from just now? Why not go inside for a bit, nibble on some cookies while chatting?
Isn't a rainy day the perfect time for cookie snacks? Chocolate cookies and such.
Yet the symbiote's iron-like tentacles held him tightly under the umbrella, with rain flying sideways outside.
"Then make the long story short."
The symbiote extended two small tentacles from behind, taking off Su Ming's helmet, holding it like a crown beside him.
"Uh, how to begin? I don't like making the long short... I know mine is very long, but isn't that an advantage? The chicks dig this length of mine, I mean, technique is also crucial, of course, different species need different handling, cousin, do you know the Xi'a Empire? Those birdmen lay eggs, but their chicks are similar to humans, you know last time I went there with Star-Lord, we entered a bar there, and hehe... afterward, he walked out doing handstands, while Deadpool granddaddy I, well, had strong legs, uh, all three legs... eh? Is that the Magic Floating Cloak? So Doctor Strange was discarded after all? Could it be you, cousin, have become the new Supreme Mage? Hang on, let me update social media first, where did I put my phone..."
Deadpool began patting his body searching, rummaging through his underwear but only finding a grenade and a pencil, seems the phone wasn't in his underwear.
At this moment Su Ming's hand, backed away, gripped and relaxed, relaxed and gripped, on the Godslayer's hilt, with his breath becoming progressively unstable.....