The wormhole rapidly shrank, and the few people could see the mutants on the other side crawling up from the ground and sprinting towards them, but it was clearly too late. In the end, they could only watch in despair as the wormhole disappeared, leaving the world around them a snowy white.
He was only wearing a raincoat, the rest of his clothes were blown to bits. In the minus 60-degree environment, the self-healing ability might not let him die, but if he wanted to return here, it was likely impossible.
He would turn into an ice pop, perhaps buried by snow, or maybe discovered by a research team hundreds of years later, but he would no longer be a trouble.
Deadpool, on the other hand, took out his phone to snap a couple of photos, capturing the despairing look of the mutant in the teleportation gate. The flash lit up underground, making the mage and doctor turn their heads in discomfort.
But he was oblivious, instead showing off his phone to them with enthusiasm, talking about posting updates, becoming popular, gaining subscribers; things the two didn't understand, creating a cheerful atmosphere in the air.
"Those things can wait until you can go back. What was your task again?" Su Ming put away his weapon, crossing his arms and looking at him.
"Break down doors, chop people, call it a day?" Deadpool tilted his head and thought for a moment before tentatively asking: "I've chopped up people, so there's nothing wrong with calling it a day, right? Should we go somewhere for a drink? Mage, do you know of any bars open during typhoon weather? Do you have pizza and Mexican tacos here? I did a bit of exercise just now, and I'm a bit hungry, and I want to have a good sleep. You know, we mercenaries are too busy, especially someone as excellent as myself, business is so overwhelming it's frustrating, hahaha."
Su Ming directly grabbed his head and turned it forcefully, making him look towards the distant steel door, pointing with his finger: "The door's still over there, you haven't even completed the first step, what drink? Get to work!"
"Cough, alright, will the ammunition expenses be reimbursed? How can I replenish my equipment here?" Deadpool rambled while twisting his face back from behind, his cervical spine having snapped into several sections, but that was just a small problem: "I wonder what I brought; when was the last time I organized my equipment? Oh no, I forgot my munitions in the taxi again."
Deadpool began searching through his pockets, and like Batman's utility belt, his dimensional pocket could pull out completely illogical items.
Batman could use his gadgets to defeat enemies or escape danger.
While Deadpool's gadgets often had the opposite effect, his pocket might contain an inflatable swimming pool, a few crates of tomato ketchup, an entire set of Elvis-style performance costumes, or disguises like wigs and dresses.
What power these things could exert in battle, even Su Ming couldn't say for sure, after all, he wasn't MacGyver, and this wasn't "Hundred Battle Celestial Dragon."
"Damn, I didn't bring anything; I only have two knives, two guns, and I'll need you to support me with some bullets." Deadpool searched for a long time and only pulled a yellow rubber chicken toy from his pocket, its beak shaped in an 'O'; Deadpool mimicked this expression, and regretfully said to Su Ming.
"Alright, let me break down the door then. You go download some songs for background music, instead of sorting out your equipment." Su Ming drew the Nightfall Greatsword, the X Metal flowing up the spine of the sword to the blade, emitting a faint glow.
"Hey, background music is really important, we should agree on that. When you're moonwalking, do you want to hear 'Billie Jean' or 'Old Donald Has a Farm'?" Deadpool followed behind Su Ming, muttering his quirky logic.
"First of all, there's no air on the Moon, so sound can't travel. Secondly, Deathstroke's background music is usually dubbed by enemies, using their screams..."
Su Ming said while forcefully thrusting the great sword in his hand, piercing through the thick steel door instantly. He gripped the sword handle, carving an arc like hollowing a pumpkin for Halloween, and a thick piece of metal fell down with a clanging sound.
"Okay, using a cold weapon to cut down a door is going to cost a lot in special effects. Can our investors really allow you to do that?" Deadpool watched the reddened steel, the high-speed cutting slightly melted the edges: "Wait, you're not here to mess with us, are you? Drain our funds, then DC wins... dark, so dark."
Deadpool's gaze sharpened, feeling like he had discovered something extraordinary.
Su Ming's eyes narrowed into slits, even though his expression was covered by a mask, his tone revealed his helplessness.
"Yeah, after we go inside, we'll start a special effects battle with the enemy, like the Empire Strikes Back, with special effects costing tens of thousands per second, and then blow up a few planets... Do you think this will happen?! Don't think about those trivial matters, focus on the mission! This is the real world!"
Su Ming stepped across the threshold, the noise from cutting the door should have alerted those inside, now was not the time for casual conversation.
Deadpool turned his head towards the sky, his expression serious, pointing at his head and quietly saying to the nonexistent audience: "Music is really important, but Slade doesn't see it that way. I think DC's darkness drove him mad, poor thing..."
"Wade? ... you do know us Super Soldiers have super hearing, right?" The Godslayer appeared instantly in Su Ming's other hand, the black and yellow swords glowing differently: "Do you want to scout ahead, or should I use my buddy to give you a hand?"
"Uh, I'll scout ahead, excuse me..." Deadpool tiptoed past Su Ming, looking cautiously at the Godslayer, as if worrying about something.
Su Ming took a deep breath, feeling like he was about to have a nervous breakdown, with Deadpool outside and the symbiote inside, the harassment from these two was constant and relentless.
Even if Deadpool didn't mention it, once this side is resolved, he himself would need to head back to New York for a drink, it was too nerve-wracking.
Holloway and Monac joined in, entering the room through the hole in the door.
This was an isolated area separated by iron doors, inside it was dry and ventilated, with no noise. There were no signs of mice or cockroaches in the corners.
This was very unusual, Su Ming heightened his vigilance.
Their current position was a corridor, where it led was unknown, but there were guards outside, yet this place was pitch black without a single light, equally illogical.
"Something's off; it's too quiet here." Monac noticed something wrong immediately after entering and quietly reminded Su Ming, raising his staff to cast a few protective spells, but these spells bounced off Su Ming's armor: "These are protective magic, used for defending against psychic attacks and spatial magic, but it seems you don't need them, Deathstroke, you have a great set of anti-magic equipment."
Su Ming's scarlet monocular scanned every corner of the corridor, tightening his grip on his weapon: "It's a bit strange, stay alert."
Just then, Deadpool, who had gone to scout ahead, ran back, like making a schoolyard diss, he placed a hand beside his mouth and quietly said to Su Ming: "There are dogs up ahead... human-headed dogs..."