Volume 5: The Young Wolf Seeks Home Chapter 79: The Green Goblin and his flattering minister Mason Cooper
Deadpool's ability is very simple, which is pure immortality. Apart from that, his X-gene has not brought him any amazing enhancements, so that his various abilities remain at the level of ordinary superhumans.
It is no exaggeration to say that if the interference of immortality is removed, Deadpool will definitely not be a match for the old man in a head-on combat.
However, it is precisely because of the exaggerated immortality that is even more powerful than that of the old wolf that Uncle Wade has developed a series of weird "little tricks to defeat the enemy".
For example, his most common tactic is to hang bombs all over himself and then rush over to hug the enemy for a boarding charge.
The enemy will be blown to pieces, but Deadpool will stand up in the blood as if nothing happened, continue to chatter, then hang bombs all over his body and look for the next victim.
Because of this, Wade's fighting skills were once described by S.H.I.E.L.D. as "incredible."
But this guy's most famous achievement is not his fighting ability, but his neuroticism and clear mind. This sounds like a grammatical error, but it is not.
The tattered Wakanda spaceship swayed out of the space-time rift and landed steadily on the apron in Area A of Osborne Tower under the control of the experienced driver AI Delaman installed by Mason on the operating console.
The rear deck opens.
The 374 frightened mutants in the hangar saw the sunlight again, and under the guidance of the yawning swordsman, they walked out of the cabin and entered this new world.
From the mental state of these mutants, it can be seen that most of them are not doing well in Utopia. They are the Luthors in that hierarchical authoritarian society.
By the way, if someone is doing really well in a stable environment, they wouldn't get involved with a psychopath like Deadpool and risk sneaking out, right?
Mason didn't care about adding another group of outsiders to the already complex ethnic group of Osborne Tower. He didn't even ask why these people fled Utopia.
It's just a favor.
Anyway, coming to Osborne Tower is not a life of ease. Their final fate is to become a code name in the statistics of the old Green Goblin. There is never a shortage of jobs in this wasteland world where everything needs to be rebuilt.
As for whether these people live happily in this new world, that is not a problem Mason needs to consider.
"Hey, stop pretending to be dead."
Mason, who was holding a drawing pen in the cabin and sketching the modification plan of the Wakanda spacecraft, turned the pen and said to Deadpool, who was sitting in the driver's seat next to him and was in a posture of being shot in the head, without looking up:
"You were resurrected five minutes ago... So, can you control the speed of your resurrection?"
"Ha, you found me."
Uncle Wade snorted, wiped the blood from his forehead, maintained his relaxed attitude, and winked at Mason and said:
"I can control it, just like I control the time of sex with my wife to less than two minutes. This is my super talent!"
"Ha, I see."
Mason pushed up his glasses and commented venomously:
"So, your superpower is speed... No wonder your wife wants to send you to sleep on the couch."
"That's too much."
Deadpool yelled:
"If I didn't owe you a small favor, I would have called the Deadpool Army to hang you up and beat you up just for what you said! And let the dog guards bite off your little brother and stuff it into your mouth."
"I won't judge why you brought these Luthers out, and I won't ask about your damn feud with the X royal family."
Mason glanced at him, put away the finished drawings, and said:
"I just have one question for you, Wade, can you still break that 'wall'?"
"Oh, you know a lot."
Hearing this question, Deadpool immediately became interested.
He sat up and complained to Mason as if sharing a secret:
"Can you feel that wall, too? Ah, I've been so lonely all these years. They say I'm crazy, but I'm just so close to the truth that I'm so awake.
The reason I hate X-Royalty is because I read their comics...
I don't like that style!
Um, aren't you curious about what I said?"
"No, I'm curious, but I care more about the answer to this question."
Mason asked:
"Can you still communicate with 'them'?"
"No."
Deadpool struck a thinker's pose with a lost look on his face.
But his character was not suitable for such depth, so he quickly put his feet on the control panel stained with his blood, took out a cigarette and put it in the corner of his mouth. Mason handed him the lights-out lighter in time to help him light it, and he also took one for himself.
While smoking in this closed cabin, I heard Deadpool say with a melancholy face:
"Since the night of the nuclear war seventeen years ago, they disappeared, and 'the wall' disappeared too. I don't know what happened, but I seem to be locked up.
I tried to cheat like before, but my cheating scheme was banned.
I was very sad as if I had lost a means and channel to vent, but I guess they still loved me, just like they affectionately called me 'little bitch'.
I like this informal nickname.
I believe they are still there, just cut off from conversation for some reason, I guess after we finish this shit I will be able to find my real friends again...
But I doubt you can understand what I am saying."
Wade snorted, waved his hand and said arrogantly:
"I am much more advanced than you virtual characters living in fish tanks, Mason. To me, you are just like a dog chasing a car...
Um, no sarcasm intended, I'm just being honest."
"I really don't understand it. It's like the ravings of a madman. I just know that you can break the fourth wall, but all the descriptions about it are very obscure."
Mason pretended to be a passerby and sighed:
“It seems that the possibility of seeking help from this route has also been blocked, but I still say that what I am doing now needs help, lots and lots of help.
I want the friendship of the Deadpool Legion, how can I do that? "
"Get us each a big ass chick?"
Wade laughed in an indecent way:
"It's easy to please us. As long as you can break through your own moral bottom line, we can become good brothers who can have fun together. For example, bring the lovely Harley to a hot party next Wednesday night... Okay, don't pull out your gun, I'm just making a dirty joke.
I should go now.”
He raised his left hand and pulled open the sleeve of his battle suit, revealing his perverted, colorful children's watch, and said to Mason:
"My succubus wife with a great body made soup at home. I have to go back for dinner and check if she is cheating on me. Although she insists that she is not, I am sure that there must be someone hiding in the closet when I made love with her last time!
Maybe two people...
Although it feels better than ever.
Anyway, if you need help, just call me.”
Wade leaned over there, stretched out his hand and activated his damn conveyor belt, and he swung his hips at Mason in a nasty way and said:
"Next time we have a chance to open a YP together, I will contact you, but you need to bring your own female companion. I really think Harley is very good. She is so obedient. As long as you ask, she will definitely be willing. Bye~"
"Whoosh"
The bitch's figure disappeared in the cabin of the spaceship, and under Mason's twitching eyes, he left a leg jumping around in the original place, and then a hand reached out to grab his leg and disappeared again with a whoosh.
This made the cabin of the spacecraft completely quiet.
"Mason, this fellow of yours is a little peculiar."
The hat made a human face on Mason's head, and he said calmly:
"He's not just an ordinary madman. I can sense that this guy is beyond redemption, but he does have a special charm that makes it hard for people to hate his dirty jokes and pranks."
"Everybody hates Deadpool, everybody loves Deadpool."
Mason snorted, pushed open the hatch and jumped out, moving his shoulders and saying:
"After all, who doesn't like a fifty-dollar buddy who can be summoned by a big-ass chick or a set of pristine underwear and who will take an unlimited number of bullets without complaint?
But don't get interested in his crazy mind, Hat, you'll go crazy."
After saying that, the captain snapped his fingers casually, and twelve silver-grey figures flew over and landed behind him in unison. The twelve hunting sentinels supported by Utopia were waiting for orders.
Mason only needs one order and these absolutely obedient and emotionless guys can start a massacre in Osborne Tower.
"Go to the Engineering Lab and complete self-disassembly."
Mason gave orders to his "knights":
"I need to complete the update of your weapon modules and power modes before the next operation. I don't know what high-end configuration the Alpha-class Sentinel is, but your current level is obviously not enough to face the level of enemies I need to deal with."
The Sentinels immediately took off and headed for Mason's laboratory.
They will not rebel against their masters. The X royal family has locked their loyalty with very strange technology. Mason seriously suspects that it is related to the psychic power of the Supreme Professor, which has reached the rule level.
"What are you going to do next?"
The hat asked.
Mason checked his watch and said:
"Talk to the old Green Goblin, then prepare to rescue Zack Kang, and by the way, check out the allies that guy has selected for Team K to cooperate with, if possible...
Then kill the annoying Skrulls.
We must hurry up.
Once all the Skrull spies in Utopia are eliminated, they will definitely find out and upgrade their camouflage tactics. As Consus said, the Isu biological bait bomb will not be effective forever."
A few minutes later, Mason showed up in the old Green Goblin's office.
He did not waste time in greeting and handed the purple-gold chip to old Norman, who was handling various construction plans for the Osborne Tower.
The latter looked at the chip handed over with surprise through his reading glasses, and then picked up an advanced reader to check the information in it.
He thought it was some kind of intelligence and seemed a little nonchalant, but after reading the first few pages of the vast amount of information, the old Green Goblin stood up with a bang.
He looked at Mason in surprise and said:
"Don't tell me you're planning to build this suicide device in the wasteland that can instantly reverse the Earth's magnetic poles?"
“We have to build two sets!”
Mason said to the Green Goblin:
"In the absence of a mutant like Magneto to manipulate the magnetic field, two sets of magnetic field enhancement and fusion equipment must be placed in the two earths that are about to collide in order to complete the magnetic pole fusion and protect the two worlds from falling apart during the world fusion process.
The parameters of this equipment have been impact tested, and the method of using strong magnetic fields to stabilize the world's continental shelf has been proven feasible.
We didn't even need to modify the specs.
The only problem is that when the next impact occurs, how can we persuade the brothers on the other side to calmly accept our assistance...
But this is what Team K needs to consider, Norman, build it!
Utopia will secretly provide the necessary resources, and this experiment must continue."
"But they failed! Mason!"
The Green Devil slammed the table and scolded:
"What's the point of repeating a failed experiment? You're asking me to use my world as cannon fodder for you mutants!"
Facing the old Green Devil's roar and scolding, Mason remained silent, just pointed to the watch on his wrist and said:
"I'll be back in Gotham in thirty minutes."
He said seriously:
"I will repeat what I told you to my friends over there. I will repeat to them exactly what I asked you to do. I will be running two experiments at the same time!
I'm not betting your world!
And my world.
I'm going to bet everything I have on the occasion of the Fourth Impact. Either the experiment succeeds and we all party together in the new world, or it fails and we all die together in the afterglow of the old world!
I said, I will not treat anyone as a sacrifice while hiding in the back and living a miserable life.
If there is a price to pay for a dignified existence, I will be the first to apply."
This answer made Norman Osborn stunned. The middle-aged man felt Mason's determination, but he soon became irritable. He looked at the chip in his hand and said:
"I don't doubt your determination, but the problem is, according to their conclusion, what we have to resist is the collision pressure of two planes. If you don't solve this problem, this experiment is doomed to fail!
And once the opportunity is opened, it may attract interference from the cosmic forces of this plane...
I believe that those guys who call themselves "Universe Overlords" will not be willing to hand over their fate to us ants. They will attack us before the impact is brewing and crush us to death on the experimental table."
“I told you, this is something Team K needs to worry about!
You only need to make two world stabilization devices before the impact comes. Even the process of world fusion will be completed by mutants who specialize in earth manipulation.
My compatriots will be in the front line.”
Mason emphasized:
“As for the plan you want to get, I will find a way.
We also have other reference models, the Speed Force Matrix, the Global Aurora Device, and different self-help plans and wisdom from different civilizations. I firmly believe that we can gain the knowledge we need."
"What if you can't do it?"
The old Green Devil clenched the chip in his hand and asked:
"What if you still can't give us an accurate plan when the Fourth Impact comes?"
"That……"
Mason flexed his fingers and said:
"At least we can die with dignity. Don't worry, Norman, at least we won't be alone in hell, and you are not without a way out.
Old A will be happy to accept your wholehearted loyalty.
In other words, even if I have to die, I will die before you. I am an eighteen-year-old young man and I am not afraid, so why should you, an old man in your sixties, be afraid? "
"But don't you and Old A have a 'gentleman's agreement'?"
The Green Goblin played with the chip in his hand and said in a gloomy tone:
"You never intended to comply or give in, did you?"
"He wants me to be his hound..."
Mason tilted his head, shrugged and said:
"That old black man is dreaming! I must have some kind of bone disease. My legs can never bend and it bothers me a lot. But you want me to give in?
Pah, I'd rather die."
"Ha, this is finally the showdown."
The old Green Goblin also laughed at this moment.
He unbuttoned his collar and said to Mason:
"Last time we were vague about the topic of alliance, this time let's be clear, if you win the bet, then I will be the boss of the new world!
I make the rules, I run the world, I choose the conquests."
"At that time, I will smile and hand you the crown, my majesty, beside your throne."
Mason grinned and held out his hand to the Green Goblin:
"Deal, then?"
Norman's hand joined Mason's.
He looked over Mason's shoulder at the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him and the deserted world in the distance. The gloomy old man finally smiled on his thin face.
He said:
"Trading a piece of collapsed wasteland for a possible cosmic crown is such a good deal. Didn't I prepare so many cards just for this moment?"
"make a deal!"
