Volume 7: Da Mu Da Mu Chapter 11 Isn’t it for moments like this that I hired this bunch of chatterbox deadpools?
"Shua"
A strange light flashed, and a golden space-time rift suddenly appeared and disappeared in the next moment.
The observation tower that had fallen into the Earth's atmosphere also disappeared along with the light, leaving only some debris floating in space indicating that an expensive "big treasure" once existed here.
This scene instantly made the smug smile on Luther's face floating in the space disappear, and turned into a gloomy look.
Damn it!
Despite all his strategies, he still underestimated these heroes.
Although we don't understand how they teleported the Watchtower away, and where they sent the space station that had become the "source of disaster", this scene represents that Luthor's Legion of Doom's first attack on the Justice League failed at the last moment.
This feeling is really terrible.
But Luther quickly adjusted his mindset.
As an outstanding villain, he has excellent emotional control and firm will. Fighting against superheroes is a difficult and long process. Villains with a bad mentality will definitely be hit by continuous failures, and they will not be able to hold on to the end.
"Whoosh"
Yellow light was shining in the space, and the figure of Sinestro, the Lamp of Fear, appeared in the yellow light beside Luther who was doing a "space odyssey".
The Yellow Light Lord expressionlessly incorporated Luther into his cosmic energy and said:
"It's a shame your plan failed. It was actually quite exciting until the last second."
“It’s not a failure! It’s just not 100% successful.”
Luther snorted.
He no longer looked in the direction where the watchtower disappeared, but instead looked at Sinestro beside him. There were fist marks on the Fear Lantern's face left by the fierce fight, and his battle suit was also damaged.
Lai Tu glanced at him and said:
"What? You got beaten up by two Green Lanterns?"
"You can say that, but really I'm just collecting combat data."
Sinestro shook his head. Although he looked embarrassed, he still said with great dignity:
"They thought they could beat me, but this is just to give them a little taste of what's to come for the next reunion, and I'll enjoy the bitter looks on the faces of both Hal Jordans when they finally lose.
This fight is starting to get me interested, but what's next?"
"What's next?"
Luther looked toward the Earth and said:
"It's time to rescue people. If we don't go, our 'companions' will sell us out, but we have to manage our time well.
They must be made to tell the 'truth' that I want them to tell the hero, and besides, the power of the Lord Warlock will also enter the scene, and we must be prepared to welcome it."
"Do you really believe them?"
The Lord of the Yellow Light brought Luther back to Earth. Surrounded by cosmic energy, he whispered:
"I don't know about you, but I think the stars are just a bunch of bugs."
"Your words are so insulting. How can you insult insects like this?"
Lai Tu snorted and said softly:
"But we need them now, and their victory will be our victory, if only these heroes were stronger. Unfortunately, their chances of winning are not high at the moment.
This is the only option left for us.”
"You can actually wait to die."
Sinestro said quietly.
Luther shrugged and did not respond to this cold joke. If he was really a person who was willing to wait for death, the Legion of Doom would not have been established.
…
"A large-scale space distortion reaction has occurred outside the Earth's orbit! What is going on?"
In the main control room of Osborne Tower, the old Green Goblin, wearing combat armor, strode in and questioned Dr. Otto, who was observing and establishing a connection with the high-speed falling aircraft outside:
"How did that space station come about? Was it some kind of attack?"
"No, judging from its appearance, it should be the Justice League's watchtower that Mason mentioned to us. The space-time disturbance that accompanies its appearance is exactly the same as the energy reading when the Flash uses the Speed Force to penetrate the plane."
Doctor Octopus mobilized the data at a rapid pace.
Although the wasteland world re-launched the satellite with the technological support of Team K, they now lack the means to attack outer space, so they can only watch the space station fall out of orbit and fall to the ground.
"Communication is connected!"
Doctor Octopus was busy for a few seconds and quickly connected to the main control console of the watchtower. Cyborg's voice then rang out:
"Attention, ground forces! This aircraft has been invaded by dangerous alien creatures. Do not try to destroy it! I emphasize again, do not destroy it!
This alien creature has the dangerous ability to spread biological spores and parasitize the world. Once it enters the stratosphere, it will cause irreversible and serious consequences..."
"You're Cyborg from the Justice League, right?"
The Green Goblin and Dr. Otto looked at each other, and the "Governor" of Osborne Tower stepped forward and responded:
“The threat you mentioned does not exist in this wasteland world. There are not as many lives here that can be parasitized by alien creatures as you think, unless they can use zombies as carriers.
Take your people out of the space station immediately. We will prepare weapons to destroy your aircraft in the atmosphere."
"Well, that brings me to my second question."
Cyborg somewhat awkwardly transmitted the scene of the battle between four Kryptonians and seven Doomsdays inside the space station to Osborn Tower.
It's a bit exaggerated to say that it was a battle. The real situation was that four Kryptonians were being beaten by the Legion of Doom...
Superman, the only one who can burst forth and defeat Doomsday, is still a "sickly child", and letting Kara, who has not yet grown to her full potential, Zod, and Bizarro, whose brain is not very useful, to deal with these "Kryptonian enemies" is simply sending them to their deaths.
If Mason hadn't lavishly equipped them with vibranium armor, the battle would have ended long ago.
"I don't think these biological weapons, whose life forms are even more exaggerated than those of Kryptonians, will die from the explosion."
Cyborg said in a low voice very embarrassedly:
"We're sorry to have turned our troubles into yours. Xiao Shan has fallen into a coma due to the hyperspace teleportation, but he told me that this is the base world of Team K, so..."
"Don't apologize now that we have established a strategic alliance!"
Mason's voice came from outside the main control room, interrupting Cyborg's overly polite words.
After learning that the watchtower had been teleported away through time and space, he immediately realized that Xiao Shan had reversed the situation once again at a critical moment and rushed back urgently.
Mason, sitting in the Moubis chair, stopped in front of the main console and said to Cyborg on the heavily interfered communication screen:
"Organize a retreat immediately! Get all the Kryptonians, Little Flash, and the second-tier heroes still in the space station out. You should still have an escape pod available.
Leave the threats of Starro and Doomsday to me.
Communication ended."
After the communication was cut off, the old Green Goblin stared at the terrifying Doomsday monster that was beating up the Kryptonian in front of him. He said to Mason with a gloomy face:
"Do you have the means to kill these guys?"
"Killed? No, I didn't.
Doomsday, an ancient Kryptonian biological weapon, had already overcome the concept of "death" when it was born. Even if they were killed, they could still be resurrected if given enough time."
Mason shook his head calmly and said:
“But they won’t be a problem for you, so don’t worry, Norman, I promise that this falling space station won’t be a problem for anyone.
But it will take some time to activate those instruments, so we have to send a group of cannon fodder up to cover their evacuation."
The captain looked at the old green devil and said:
"Are those Deadpools still there?"
"Damn it!"
Norman's eyes widened when he heard the name, and he scolded Mason:
"How dare you mention those disgusting bastards! They came to Osborne Tower and turned my place into a pigsty and a circus in just three days. You go and take care of them.
If not, drive them away!
My world doesn't need these annoying lunatics who even invite my Harry to participate in those nasty...
Ugh, I can't even say that word, it's such mental pollution!"
"I hired them for my life, Norman."
Mason had expected the Green Goblin's reaction, but he still sighed and said:
"If you want them to work hard for you, you have to tolerate them. Although they all have their own bad habits, it doesn't prevent them from being really cheap and very useful..."
"Yeah?"
Dr. Otto, who was always gentle, also turned cold and said to Mason:
"Then I take it that you have no problem with the fact that the Deadpools messed up your collection display room last night and stole a lot of collections?
Those lunatics also stole my access card, sneaked into your engineering lab and started a... ahem, I won't go into details, anyway, I never thought group sex could be so disgusting. "
"Click"
Hearing that his collection showroom had been destroyed and his beloved laboratory had been used as a P.O.P. location, Mason drew his pistol from his waist and loaded it. He said expressionlessly:
"Leave it to me, I'll send these bastards to where they belong!"
When the Mobius chair was activated, Mason reminded Dr. Otto:
"The first bait test of the 2149 quantum tunnel experiment is about to begin. Please prepare yourself, Pym family."
"Um?"
Dr. Otto said in surprise, pushing up his flirtatious sunglasses:
"We don't have any suitable test subjects, Mason. Ordinary life cannot withstand the destruction of the mind and spirit by the microscopic world... Oh, I understand what you mean.
Let’s start preparing now.
But it takes twenty minutes to activate the quantum tunnel.
Therefore, we need the Deadpool Corps to restart the Watchtower's propulsion rocket to change its falling trajectory and make it fall in the designated test area."
"No problem, the Deadpools will get the job done, they're professionals."
Mason nodded and left the control room.
He quickly arrived at the large lounge on the top floor of Osborne Tower. Before pushing open the door, Mason took a deep breath to prepare himself for the filth he was about to see.
However, the moment he pushed open the door, Mason's eyes still staged a "pupil earthquake".
"Bang"
Mason closed the door, rubbing his eyes, trying to forget the terrible thing he had just seen, and shouted to the weird voice coming from the lounge:
"Wade! Here's a mission! I'll give you 30 seconds to put on your pants, make sure the female Deadpool on top of you and the mechanical Deadpool on the bottom of you put on their clothes, and tell the Deadpool boy to stop scribbling on my wall.
And Deadpool the Dog!
I swear, if that damn dog chews through one of my shoes again I'll throw it into the forge!"
"Don't be angry, I'm fine now!"
Wade's voice rang out from the lounge, along with the chaotic sounds of other Deadpools packing up their things.
The barking of dogs, the noisy noise of naughty children and Deadpool's elongated screams sounded like a piercing symphony. These unreliable guys at least knew that they were hired by Mason and they took their boss's requirements very seriously.
Thirty seconds later, Mason pushed open the door expressionlessly, and the entire lounge miraculously returned to its original cleanliness.
In front of him, members of the Deadpool Corps lined up in order of size.
From Wade Wilson's classic Deadpool to Wanda Wilson's blonde Deadpool, to the intelligent life mechanical Deadpool composed entirely of mechanical bodies.
It is worth mentioning that this mechanical Deadpool has shaped his appearance into a female image with quite obvious female features.
Next came the cowboy Deadpool dressed in wild western style and holding a cigarette in his mouth, and the short Deadpool boy, and finally the Deadpool dog held in his hand, which was a dog wearing a Deadpool uniform.
In addition to these human members, the Deadpool Corps also has a very peculiar "compatriot", a "dead head" placed on the table wearing a black helmet, with a skinny face, a classic zombie mouth and crooked teeth.
This guy calls himself the "brains" of the Deadpool Corps, but in fact he has a very powerful background.
"Deadpool Corps awaits orders, Boss!"
The classic Deadpool raised his fingers above his head and saluted, but his movement was so big that his unfastened pants fell down, revealing his flowered shorts.
At the same time, the large cabinet in the lounge could not bear the weight and fell apart with a bang, "spitting out" all the things that the Deadpool Legion had just stuffed into it.
Guns, bullets, broken collectibles and instruments, sexy lingerie, Cosplay costumes, some not-so-sightly stuff, leftover pizza boxes, and all kinds of household garbage were flying everywhere.
This scene made Mason's fists clench so tightly that they made a crackling sound, and also plunged the Deadpool Corps into a rare and awkward silence.
"Mason, the space station is about to enter the outer reaches of the atmosphere!"
Dr. Otto's voice sounded at this time, reminding:
"The aircraft is in place. Let the Deadpool Army set off quickly. The four Kryptonians can't hold on any longer."
"A space station is losing control and crashing into the ground."
Mason tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart, and said to the deadpools who were staring at each other:
"I need you to sneak in and cover the good people inside to evacuate, and at the same time restart its power while it's falling so that it can fall to the designated area. This job is a bit difficult, so I will provide you with all kinds of support.
If you come back alive, the damage and chaos you caused in Osborne Tower can be written off, but you will definitely need extra compensation to do your job well.
So if you need anything..."
"I want a VIP card for the Raw Bar! The kind that gives me free food, free drinks, and free entertainment! My wife has long wanted to find a good place to get drunk and have fun, and your place looks good to me."
Classic Deadpool was the first to ask for benefits, and then the other Deadpools also shouted:
"I want nice clothes, the same set of underwear that Wade's wife wears. I heard you made it for her. I want a set too!"
"The AI data of Fenrir's armor. I am very eager for its realism..."
"Gun! A great gun! A cowboy needs a great gun! The bigger the caliber, the better!"
"Big brother Mason! Can you make me a good friend? Deadpool doesn't need friends! Deadpool makes his own friends!"
"Woof! Woof! Woof! (The dog servant needs a magical potion, a potion that can be as strong as Harley's big dog!)"
The entire Deadpool Corps spoke up, like being put together with three thousand quacking ducks. Mason was so upset that his head hurt. He waved his hand and scolded:
"Everything will be there when you get back! Now get going! Damn it! All my Kryptonians are almost killed."
"Yeah! It's just suicide, we are professionals in this area!"
Wade shouted, and he howled while pulling up his pants:
"Deadpool Legion! Transform and set off!"
A large group of deadpools, like "pollution sources", howled and rushed out like wild dogs, leaving only the last dead head motionless. The zombie head without a body rolled its eyes on the table.
It stared at Mason and said in a hoarse voice:
"I feel like my IQ is being sucked away by this bunch of idiots. My patience is plummeting. I don't want anything. I just want to go home..."
"That's easy."
Mason smiled gently, reached out and lifted the dead man's head by its bun, held it in front of his eyes and said:
"We just need a guide from the 2149 universe to lead the first group of 'Quantum World Pathfinders' into that dangerous plane world.
I think you would be willing to take on this important task, my dear dead head...
I'm serious!
If you spit zombie saliva at me again, I will throw you into the toilet and flush you down the drain! You can try it!"
