As for where Su Ming and his group went, it's not hard to guess.
The original crossroad location was a fountain, so there must be pipes for both incoming and outgoing water below. To save costs, many water supply lines are built next to sewage lines, which saves on design fees and prevents accidents.
Su Ming is now so dark, how can he let his little cousin be disappointed?
So he instructed Monac to release a Phase Spell, allowing everyone to pass through the ground and directly land in the Paris sewer.
Perfect, every city requires a sewer crawl, it's just so dark.
Speaking of which, Super Mario is always crawling through sewers, and often stomps enemies flat, why doesn't anyone call him a dark hero?
Various lighting methods were used one after another, and the group crowded together in the sewer, their voices carrying far in the darkness.
Although no one was seriously injured, everyone seemed extremely fatigued. Especially Monac, who had been bearing the brunt of airship bombardments and had cast two large-scale group magic spells during the retreat.
He was now squatting beside a sewage-formed stream, pulling rabbits out of his pocket and drowning them in the water. The rabbits struggled desperately, splashing sewage everywhere, his face drenched, indistinguishable from tears.
Secret Guest and Journey, who had been charging ahead at other intersections, looked equally exhausted. They were powerful but seemed mentally drained, Su Ming thought.
The operation was going smoothly until, unpredictably, it caused a big commotion, mysteriously attracting the German Army, who wouldn't be mentally exhausted?
Su Ming took off his helmet and rubbed the area between his eyes.
Wade was now a complete wreck with shattered bones and organs turned to mush, self-healing would take a considerable time, making him useless.
His three women completely lost their minds once anything related to him was involved, becoming a liability instead.
The most rational approach was to toss them aside, but Su Ming needed to pull off something big, so he had to go against the norm...
"Vanessa, Domino, Inez, come over for a chat."
Su Ming casually tossed Deadpool's limp skin to Cable and beckoned to the three women, leading them to one side of the sewer for a discussion.
The three women felt very embarrassed; they realized Deadpool wasn't dead, but they indeed messed up certain things. Deathstroke looked very stern, what should they do?
It's said that Deathstroke is terrifying when angry, even Wade would tremble at the mention of him, and now it seemed he was going to settle accounts with the three of them.
Looking at the three women obediently following, Su Ming fixedly stared at their faces with his one eye; Wade was indeed lucky, even though they were currently battle-worn, they were still stunning.
How annoying...
"I know what you're thinking, but it doesn't matter, you wrecked my plan, do you have anything to say in your defense?"
The Magic Floating Cloak raised its collar; it loved this kind of plot. It found the Holy Temple so boring before, but the outside world was way more exciting.
"We... are sorry, we lost our heads for a moment."
Inez scratched her nose, glanced embarrassedly at the others, her fiery temperament influenced by a genetic mutation.
Though she had divorced Wade, Deadpool seemed to be the only man who could handle her antics in bed, and she had needs too.
Other self-healing ability users were either Wade's relatives or acquaintances, making it impossible to hook up.
Domino also nodded; she was just there for fun, never intending to steal Wade, she just got sucked into the rivalry, not wanting to appear unattractive.
They could all share a bed together, but she refused to admit defeat.
Vanessa, least willing, was the legitimate girlfriend, after all. She closed one eye to Wade's occasional dalliances, being around mercenaries, she knew it was customary.
Mercenaries earned money fast but with high risks, spending their earnings on booze and women, relaxing. Had she not worked as a bar hostess before, she'd never have met Wade.
But messing around outside and doing it in front of her were different matters, not to mention that some X-Men sisters had witnessed it; although they hadn't seriously gotten it on in the hotel, as adults, they knew what was going on.
So, she had to assert her dominance, but these two bitches were trying to rival her!
Su Ming sighed, unsure of what to say. Was he to forewarn that Deadpool would wed another, a purple-skinned dragon-headed demon, then divorce and compete with Thanos? That they'd all become mistresses?
Better to keep things balanced, let this be Wade's problem to handle.
"Alright, you all have your difficulties. As Wade's cousin, I'm not in a spot to say much, but the current situation needs resolution, you don't want to kill each other every time you meet, do you?"
Killing would be excessive; it's merely a fight for favor, but Su Ming always excelled at implying dire consequences through rhetoric.
This kept them aligned with his thinking, executing his plans.
The three women exchanged glances, grunted in acknowledgment, conceding to Deathstroke.
Su Ming pulled out a stack of papers, his symbiote's tendrils grasping a pen, quickly sketching on a nearby wall, replicating three identical maps of Paris from his mind.
Many positions were encircled and marked distinctly.
"Good, now I announce the official start of the first Wade Cup Grand Prize Race!"
???
The three women struggled to follow this train of thought, moments before deadly serious, now resembling a sports event?
Su Ming didn't care what they thought, confident they'd follow his plan; he handed each a map and continued:
"These are three maps of Paris today, marked with key locations." Su Ming indicated the densely circled spots: "Included are German arsenals, oil reserves, barracks, outposts, tank fields, food warehouses, and some famous French buildings that may house German officials."
"This is a competition for Wade; whoever destroys more targets within three days earns my support to be with Wade. Remember, Wade lost his parents young, and I'm his only family..."
The three women became attentive. Not alarming at first, but Deathstroke's reminder added a sense of parental testing.
In reality, Su Ming couldn't control Deadpool's bed partners even if he ruled everything in sight; Wade, erratic and insane, even slept with his enemies.
Su Ming's backing was worthless.
But the women didn't know this, perceiving the cousin's opinion as significant.
All three suddenly became eager, and Domino, eyes darting, asked: "But how to ensure fairness?"
"Good question!"
Just what Su Ming needed, once one appeared interested, could the other two sit idle?
"I'll have Cable equip you with recording devices to document your actions. After three days, the winner will be decided by the number of destroyed targets and enemy casualties. No outside assistance, no disrupting other contestants. Only the strongest woman matches my little cousin."
It seemed acceptable; the three thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
Su Ming smiled in satisfaction, nodded to them, but inwardly plotted:
"Great, have them work for me first, three days later, regardless of who wins, Wade should be healed by then, and I'll simply wash my hands of it, foisting the blame on him..."
"The three recorded tapes could be sent back to the United States for Gin to edit into a first-person film. In this era, fighting German ghosts is a blockbuster theme, with 'special effects' so real, guaranteed profits again."
What should the film be called? First Blood? Die Hard? Such a headache, naming things is the worst...