Looking at Deadpool, who was still chattering despite lying on the ground with his brains spilled out, Beast Hank, known as the blue Big Cat, couldn't help but bare his teeth.
He wasn't happy; it was pure apprehension.
Anyone seeing such a sight would surely feel this way deep down.
No living person would joke like that.
"Mr. Wade Wilson, if you don't shut your mouth, I'll find someone to glue it shut, and before that, I'll empty all the bullets from this pistol into your mouth."
Zhou Yi, already fed up, threatened him fiercely.
He knew what kind of guy this fellow, nicknamed Deadpool, was; if you gave him an inch of kindness, he'd paint your face and make it "radiant" for a lifetime.
Deadpool's expression immediately changed, then his pale, dead fish eyes narrowed into tiny slits.
Large drops of tears flowed down.
"You actually yelled at me! Not even my mom has done that. Who do you think you are?"
"How about it, feeling a little guilty now? Consider picking up cute little Wade and comforting him properly? Of course, a little material reward would be even better."
No need to guess, the next sentence must have been said by this guy Deadpool.
In response, Zhou Yi directly pulled the trigger on his body, which was wriggling on the ground like an earthworm.
The considerable caliber bullets opened many holes in him, making him look like a tattered sack.
But for Wade, this had little effect.
In a way, he was the most powerful immortal in this World.
Even Wolverine Logan might be beneath him.
"Oh, you're so cruel.
I bet you'll use domestic violence on your Child after you have one.
I'll watch you constantly, and when you do, I'll definitely take you to court."
"Don't doubt it, little Wade is such a good person who cares about Child development and Family harmony."
"Damn it, can no one shut this guy up? Also, who the hell called this guy over?"
Zhou Yi had to admit one thing: he was truly defeated by this guy's talkative habit.
He really didn't want to see this incredibly cheap guy for even a second now, because it was very likely that in the next second, he would I couldn't help it throw him to Mars.
"You don't know this guy?"
Hank blinked, his mouth wide open.
He thought Deadpool was an acquaintance of Zhou Yi, otherwise Zhou Yi wouldn't use such a practiced posture to "scourge" him.
"Believe me, if I had known this guy before, he'd be on an outer space tour right now!"
Zhou Yi vowed with certainty.
He could completely prove his firm resolve with actions.
"Hey, outer space travel.
That's not a good idea; as far as I know, there are no Mexico burritos sold there.
Of course, you can bring me some.
But cold Mexico burritos don't taste good!"
Deadpool, who had already gotten up, picked at the hole in his forehead and said, tilting his head.
He was giving Zhou Yi's suggestion a little bit of a fair evaluation.
Of course, this fair evaluation was entirely based on his own understanding.
"Wade?"
Zhou Yi turned his head and asked pleasantly.
But Hank could be sure that a volcanic eruption was raging in his heart.
"What? Also, don't call me Wade; that's too formal."
Deadpool folded his arms, stroked his chin, and looked like he was thinking.
Soon, he snapped his fingers, looking like he had a flash of inspiration, and shouted, "Just call me Darling little Wade; that's enough to show we're good buddies."
Gritting his teeth, Zhou Yi's mouth emitted a low sound.
"So, little Wade.
Tell me why you are here?"
"I said, add 'Darling'.
Have you already gotten intermittent amnesia?
Oh, that's really pitiful."
Deadpool kindly reminded him, though to others, it definitely didn't sound that way.
"If you hurry to the hospital for treatment now, you might still be saved!"
"Sorry!"
Under the puzzled gazes of Hank and Wade, Zhou Yi stepped forward and directly grabbed Deadpool's neck, lifting him entirely.
Then he walked out step by step with him.
At this moment, anyone with eyes could see that Zhou Yi's anger had erupted; even an idiot would know to rein it in a bit.
But Deadpool continued his self-destructive endeavors without pause.
"Hey, you can't do this.
I have human rights; you're choking my neck.
You know what!
If you keep this up, I'm really going to get mad.
I'll never let you call me Darling little Wade again!"
A lightning-fast punch to his head temporarily stopped the chatterbox's nonsense.
Of course, Zhou Yi didn't do this to kill him.
To kill this guy, fists would probably be completely useless.
He did this just to make this annoying guy pass out for a while.
And that short time would be enough for him to solve many problems.
Facing Zhou Yi's monster-level strength, even Deadpool, who already possessed immortality and physical qualities far surpassing humans, could only be forcibly suppressed.
His monster-level regeneration could only keep him from dying, but it didn't mean he wouldn't experience other negative states.
Fainting was also possible.
Although the time was short, it was enough for Zhou Yi.
He gathered all his strength, treated the cheap guy in his hand like a shot put, and after almost spinning himself into a small tornado, he directly threw him into the distant sky.
Under the acceleration of immense centrifugal force and the terrifying power, Deadpool little Wade gained an initial flight speed no less than a Rocket.
He tore through the flowing clouds in the high-altitude cloud sea, cut through the air currents, and even generated layers of Fire on his body.
Flying with a self-generated tail flame wasn't something one could experience anytime, so Zhou Yi could be said to have helped little Wade a little, giving him some extraordinary experiences.
Watching Deadpool fall like a cannonball into a dense forest, smashing through countless trees, Zhou Yi clapped his hands in satisfaction.
As for what little Wade would become, he didn't care at all.
After watching Zhou Yi deal with the guy who called himself Deadpool, Hank finally asked, "Won't there be any trouble doing that? And who exactly is this guy?"
"Don't worry, you saw it yourself.
He's immortal; this is just a small problem for him.
As for who he is, I only know one thing: he's a *trouble*, a *trouble* you definitely don't want to get involved with!"
Seemingly recalling the outrageous nonsense from earlier, Hank nodded with lingering fear.
"You're right, he really is *trouble*.
So, what should we do next?"
"Find someone, find the Mutant who attacked the President."
Zhou Yi, who already had a clear plan, said directly.
"The information I have shows that General Stryker controls a military Base where a large number of Mutants are imprisoned, you know.
Given the U.S. military's style, they'll use any means necessary.
So it's hard to guarantee that no Mutants have been brainwashed by them.
There's every reason to believe that this Mutant was sent by him to attack the President; otherwise, it wouldn't be such a coincidence that they were attacked halfway when Professor Charles went to Washington.
They must have been watching Charles for a long time, even making detailed plans."
"What you say makes sense, but it could also be someone else.
For example, Magneto.
He also has reason to attack the President."
Hank stated his most suspected target; Erik always played the worst role in his mind, so in any unfavorable situation, he would project him into it.
This was determined by his past memories and emotions, and others couldn't change it.
"Magneto doesn't have this leisure.
He couldn't have arranged so many things in such a short time.
Moreover, he was still dueling with me at the time, and in a situation where victory or defeat was uncertain, he wouldn't abandon his Mutant diffusion plan to send someone to attack a country's President."
After a moment of silence, Hank nodded, agreeing with Zhou Yi's statement.
"Then, I will have everyone look out for that Mutant's whereabouts, but it will probably be very difficult.
His ability is teleportation; he broke through the White House's defenses in less than ten seconds.
I highly doubt we can catch him."
"He was shot by the President's guards; in this situation, he will definitely find a place to hide to avoid official searches.
Also, I highly doubt General Stryker would let him return to his Base.
That would entail a certain risk for him; a military general sending a Mutant to attack the President is an act of treason.
He wouldn't be that unwise, especially since his plan has already succeeded."
"So, that Mutant must be hiding alone.
He is Stryker's pawn, but for us, he is the key to finding them.
No matter how difficult his ability is to deal with, we must catch him."
Zhou Yi's analysis was logical and convincing enough for the meticulous Beast Hank.
However, regarding this Mutant, Hank also had his own ideas.
"I know two people who can help us find this guy, using Professor Charles's psychic amplification device.
However, both of these people have some issues."
"Who?"
Zhou Yi asked directly.
If they were Mutants, he believed that in this situation, anyone would choose to help, no matter how big their problems were.
"One is Emma Frost.
A powerful psychic Mutant.
However, her stance is opposed to ours, and you might not even find her.
She is a member of a highly secretive organization and also the CEO of a large Family enterprise.
She's not someone you can just order around."
"Finding her is one problem; finding her and getting her to help is another.
Alright, who's the other person, and don't tell me their problems are even bigger."
"No, she's very simple!"
Beast frowned.
"However, what worries me is her mental problem; her mental state is not good right now.
I think you should go ask for her opinion first."
"Are you talking about Jean Grey?"
Zhou Yi also frowned; he didn't want to involve Jean, especially when her mind was troubled.
"There's no other way.
I think you two should have a good talk."
After a moment of silence, Zhou Yi nodded.
At present, this was the only option.