But in the end, Su Ming suppressed the urge to cut Wade's vocal cords, and the symbiote's ruckus was also pushed back.
Deadpool may talk a lot, but he did reveal quite a bit of information, which is useful.
First of all, he's from the future, which means his teleportation belt probably malfunctioned again. It seems like there will be interactions between him and myself in the normal time stream of the future.
Then, he knows I'm his cousin and talks to 'non-existent' audience members, indicating he might have the ability to break the fourth wall—although it could also just mean he's gone crazy again.
Finally, he's fully equipped and armed, a ready-made manpower delivered to my doorstep.
"Weird, my phone has no signal. I remember my telecom provider promised I could use it abroad?" Deadpool scratched his head through his mask, fiddling with a tablet phone: "Slade, can you lend me your phone? I want to log into the Deadpool Club homepage. My cousin came over from another universe, killed Doctor Strange, and became the Supreme Mage. I want to prepare a party."
Su Ming looked at him coldly and slowly exhaled: "It's 1942 now."
"What kind of pizza do you like? Bacon or cheese? I like...." Deadpool continued chattering, but suddenly he seemed to get stuck, and the eyes on his mask turned into big white blocks: "Wait, 1942?"
"Yes, 1942."
"Uh, 1942 in Earth's history?"
"Yes, historical."
"Shit!"
Deadpool slapped the black and red button on his belt, trying to restart, but the button emitted a strong electric current and then puffed out black smoke.
The short circuit caused smoke to rise from Deadpool's entire body, and he convulsed and collapsed to the ground as if he were having a seizure.
That's what happens when you hit precision instruments, and there's no one here who can repair it for him.
Now this is awkward.
Black smoke seeped from the edge of the dripping umbrella, dispersed instantly by the gale, and the entire street seemed to fall silent.
"Oh my God, I've destroyed the hope of the Cosmos! I'm a sinner!"
Wade flipped his body over, knelt in the water, raised his hands high and looked to the sky as if waiting for God to punish him.
With the wind and rain swirling around, he shook his head in despair, and everything seemed so bleak, as if they were attending a funeral, with mournful music playing in their ears.
"Wait, can you turn off the music player first?" Su Ming pulled him up from the ground, looking at him numbly: "What kind of mercenary brings a music player on a mission?"
"I just wanted to set the mood, you know. Sometimes atmosphere is very important. Did you feel the remorse and despair I was expressing just now?" Deadpool shook his head and elaborated.
"No."
Under Su Ming's murderous gaze, Deadpool turned off the music player in his pouch, which he bought from a street corner second-hand shop and modified for powerful playback and battery. He also illegally downloaded some pirated songs, all classic hits recommended by Star Lord.
"Well, now it's a mess, I've ended up in 1942's London..." Deadpool pinched his chin and squatted on the ground, but just when Su Ming thought he was going to think seriously, his crazy brain went off course again: "There weren't color TVs in this era, right?"
"Stop the nonsense, tell me what's going on your side. Why are you using the space-time belt? And don't tell me you're just bored." Su Ming decided not to engage, directly giving him a rear naked choke from behind. This guy's brain is genuinely sick: "Or I'll crush your trachea, let your self-healing kick in, and crush it again, repeating over and over..."
This time it was Deadpool's turn to be helpless: You're treating my airway like what? Bubble wrap? A stress-relief divine artifact?
"I'm looking for Thanos.....cough, looking for Thanos."
The mouth area of the red and black mask bulged out, it appeared his tongue stuck out.
Su Ming loosened his grip a bit, Deadpool's strength couldn't possibly compete with the symbiote: "Why are you looking for Thanos—wait, have you gotten married yet?"
"Oh, not yet. Vanessa's been acting a bit mysterious lately. We've been seeing less of each other, you know....."
Knowing that Deadpool isn't about the 'Death' rivalry with Thanos, and got the time-shift device from Cable.
Su Ming roughly knew which time period Deadpool came from, and he didn't pay any attention to the nonsense afterward.
"Continue about Thanos."
"Uh, I'm having trouble breathing....anyway, Thanos killed my good friend, I'm looking to settle the score." Deadpool gasped, using his fingers to create a breathing space around his neck.
Su Ming nodded and released him. Those so-called good friends are probably just a few people, and with Thanos' appearance, it's likely the Infinite War, similar to the movie version.
"So you're using the teleportation belt to find him, but Bullet Head Young Lady's technology seems a bit lacking, and you ended up in this era."
"Seems... that's the case. This belt, although often problematic, is still useful in critical moments. Didn't expect trouble this time."
In the distance, Holloway was thoroughly entertained, learning a lot about the future from Dual Gun Hero, and now witnessed another future traveler. His eyes fixated on the small device in Deadpool's hand, full of interest.
Meanwhile, Monac was cautious, since time travelers, like alternate dimension evil gods, pose significant threats to the world. He was secretly informing The Ancient One using magic.
Su Ming patted Deadpool's shoulder to help him catch his breath, gazing down the street.
"Alright, come with me. Since you're here, give your brother a hand."
"But I want to find Dr. Pym to help me fix the belt." Deadpool tilted his head, scratching his itchy chin; the low-quality uniform was making his whole body itch after getting soaked.
"I'll pay you a commission. You know, a nice car costs only 500 US Dollars in this era." Su Ming pulled out a wad of US Dollars from his backpack and tossed it to him, probably around ten to twenty thousand, as a down payment.
Deadpool immediately got serious, lifting a corner of his mask to wet his finger and start counting the money: "Alright, who do you need me to cut? Though we're both mercenaries, talking about money is awkward since we're relatives."
Su Ming anticipated this. Deadpool earns money fast, and spends it even faster; he can blow a few million in one night at a nightclub, with no clue what he's done.
The Guardians of the Galaxy often bleed him dry, and when Star Lord returns to Earth, he acts like a parasitic host demanding others to take him out, always excusing it as needing a tour guide to understand modern society.
Then they'd all go out partying hard, but none of them carry Earth currency, so Earthlings end up footing the bill.
Tony suffers the most frequently because he's wealthy and indifferent about money, followed by Deadpool, because of their common ground.
"Is fixing the belt not urgent now?"
"No worries, I reckon Peter can chill a bit more, considering he's already dead, right? Thanos is over there too, I'll look again later."
"Good, right, since you're from the future, do you know where Namor is?"
"Uh, Namor, the fish who hates humans? That one always reeks of a nasty stench? You never mentioned anything about World War II before, have you done something?"
Well, for Deadpool it's the past, but for Su Ming it's the future—who knows what I might have done...
"He's gone missing, and we're currently looking for him."
"Why bother? That guy's mouth smells like a school toilet that's never been cleaned, reeks of fish, and has obviously villainous pointy ears. Most importantly, he's broke; I don't like him."
Su Ming doesn't like Namor either, but reality is harsh, things won't always go your way.
"That's right, if you don't want the streets full of Namor-like people in the future, then you have to help me."