One week later…
The doctor and the mage entered with flashlights from outside the door, casually handing a sandwich to Deadpool, Holloway touched his mustache, and asked Deadpool.
"Are they still fighting?"
The two were still flying around in the factory, everything around had turned to powder. Over the past week, not only had the factory floor sunk dozens of meters, even the surrounding walls and equipment no longer existed.
In countless hits, these things first turned into fragments, then into powder.
Deadpool leaned against the wall like he had soft bone disease, eating the sandwich, and said vaguely, "Still fighting. They all have self-healing abilities. The fight is really intense... What's in this sandwich of yours? Chickpea sauce? Remembering that I'm allergic to this, but itchy skin is perfect for scratching, good for passing time."
Just as he said, Su Ming and Mr. Sinister showed no signs of weakening. Mr. Sinister was modified by Apocalypse, and Su Ming was powered by X Metal.
At this moment, Su Ming's bloodthirsty desire was high, coupled with the symbiote's urging, he simply wanted to eat Mr. Sinister alive.
He still maintained basic sanity, but how long he could persist was also an unknown.
Even though the place where they fought had turned into a big pit, and they were about to fight into the Underworld, he wouldn't stop until Mr. Sinister surrendered.
Originally, he thought Mr. Sinister might not last long, after all, he was just a scientist, and his willpower wouldn't be as strong as a Super Soldier.
However, he underestimated Mr. Sinister's perseverance. This guy kept getting hurt and healing, continuously counterattacking Su Ming, never surrendering.
Su Ming just kept going against him, thinking, "I have X Metal, how can I not handle you? Just wait and see."
After they fought for half an hour that day, Monac knew this wasn't going to end, so he took Holloway and went to the lab to find the Namor parts stored inside.
It was a left hand.
Cut off from the body using magic, it was soaked in a jar of green solution, the work of a Nazi Sorcerer.
He sent the severed hand to Kama Taiji for safekeeping; it's the safest place, and even if the sorcerers tracked its location, no one dared to steal from under The Ancient One's eyes.
Then they watched the fight between the two men for three hours.
Nothing much to say, just like ruffians, stabbing here and crashing there, back and forth endlessly.
After consulting with Su Ming, they left first, either to rest above ground or to trace the whereabouts of other Namor parts; in any case, they weren't needed here.
So the mage and doctor picked up Deadpool's tattered body from the battlefield and reassembled him, but Wade insisted on staying below to witness this 'historic moment,' thinking victory could occur at any moment, so he didn't want to leave.
"You know, it's like watching a football match, goals can happen anytime, can you go to the bathroom? Once you leave, you might miss witnessing a classic moment firsthand."
This was his reasoning, though the doctor and mage couldn't see what was so classic.
The two undead's fighting process was simply ordinary, blood casually spilled, flesh tossed around, and then infinite self-healing. Telekinesis often defended against dagger attacks.
The two bounced around the underground space like springboards, their speed almost too fast to see…
............
Now Deadpool's old uniform was thrown in the corner, he put on a silk bathrobe Monac found for him, like being on the couch at home, lying in the ruins by the wall, drinking Powerful Beverage and eating all sorts of things brought by the two.
"How about I give you a hand?" Deadpool said while smacking his lips, like yawning, "Even WWE doesn't have matches this long."
"Of course, if you can get close enough." Su Ming once again smashed Mr. Sinister's head with his own, Mr. Sinister immediately responded with telekinesis, and both flew out, crashing into the wall.
"Ah, I wasn't idle these days, I've already thought of a way."
"... You didn't say sooner? Are you sick?!" Su Ming resisted the telekinesis, the symbiote absorbing the impact, locking the two tightly together.
Deadpool paused for a moment: "Yes, it's cancer. But rather than knocking me down, it made me stronger."
Mr. Sinister immediately turned his head and shot a ray at Deadpool, but Deadpool dodged it with a twist. Deathstroke's attacks weren't the greatest pain, it was rather the Joker's mouth that made his life worse than death throughout the week.
At first, this guy mimicked a Spanish person commentating a soccer game, then mimicked a Mexican band providing background music for the two, then switched to hundreds of styles. Even if no one paid him any attention, he could talk non-stop for 24 hours…
It's simply a nightmare.
It's been the most painful seven days of Mr. Sinister's life; he now just wants to kill Deadpool, but Deathstroke is tightly entwined with him.
Su Ming controlled the symbiote to turn Mr. Sinister's head back, and the two soared into the sky, crashing into the roof, dust flying everywhere.
Fortunately, Mr. Sinister didn't intend to expose the underground secret to everyone, didn't exert much upwards force, so telekinesis smashed them back to the ground, making the pit deeper, the ground cracked.
Since flight is an effect of telekinesis, naturally, Su Ming landed first, his back directly smashing onto the ground, stirring his qi and blood, igniting his anger, the symbiote liquefying into Mr. Sinister's ear canal, causing him to scream incessantly.
"Got a plan, hurry up and do it, how long do you want to watch the show?"
Deadpool shrugged, digging his nose through the mask with his finger: "I'm not the man of this era, and the mage isn't well-versed in the black market. These days naturally went to make preparations, right, doctor? Oh, and cousin, this time spent a lot of money, all taken from your company."
The doctor nodded wearily; fortunately, Gin made decisive moves, allocated money and personnel without doubt after hearing it was needed by the boss, things that aren't easy to obtain in wartime.
Next, he hadn't been idle this week, hadn't even had time to groom his mustache.
"We purchased materials and equipment air-shipped from the United States, these days I synthesized a lot of Dichloromethane, also known as Trinitrochloromethane... and synthesized some Carbonyl Chloride... I feel very uncomfortable right now..."
Holloway said in a low voice, unwilling to use his knowledge in this direction. But like Deadpool said, it wouldn't kill anyone, and this method could resolve the opponent quickly.
Deadpool brazenly patted Holloway's shoulder and grinningly laughed: "Just synthesized some chemical gas, you must know your skills could make a lot of money. Decades later, bearded guys and black uncles would be willing to pay a premium for your product, ever thought of changing careers to be a 'Breaking Bad'?"
Upon hearing this, Su Ming understood Deadpool's plan, he didn't have as many scruples as Holloway. Now enemy and I are both in a closed space; Mr. Sinister doesn't have an anti-toxic mask, wouldn't using poison gas be a waste of the doctor's talent?
Su Ming gripped Mr. Sinister's neck, shaking his head like a sand shaker: "Why wait? Use it!"
Chemical warfare, a nice choice, could very well be the last straw that breaks Mr. Sinister. Even if self-healing renders him undead, the near-death sensation brought by the poison gas is most terrifying.
Deadpool is actually clever, just often doesn't use his brain; whether he can subdue the enemy all depends on his willingness...
By the pit, the three of them put on anti-toxic masks, many people in hazmat suits continuously walked in from outside, using tablet carriers to push plastic barrels, passing through the ruins of the battlefield and reaching the pit edge.
And Su Ming suddenly exerted force, the symbiote transformed into thousands of tendrils, all extending from his back like a spider, tightly wrapping Mr. Sinister and himself at the bottom of the pit.
The longer Namor remains in the Germans' hands, the greater the trouble in the future.
Su Ming doesn't want to keep stalling with Mr. Sinister, unable to kill him, but forcing him to surrender, throwing him into the London Temple for confinement is not bad either.