Strictly speaking, yesterday was not a mission; it was simply a lesson taught to the man who dared blow up his base camp — earning Tony's five billion, which was purely coincidental.
Therefore, the time, place, and people were right to take this job.
No conflict, no complications.
Blaine explained this forcefully.
No matter how urgently he needed money now, one billion or eight hundred million could no longer satisfy them.
Even a little improvement in physique now cost 150 million, and if it went higher, it needed 200 million.
It seemed that before reaching a god-level physique, every increment of one-eighth was a watershed.
Moreover, Blaine wanted to gallop through the universe once he reached that god-level physique. Currently, simply flying around Earth was no longer enough for him. Therefore, the top priority was to take a few big contracts.
"I can bring you his head, but I can't promise to kill him."
"Blaine, you're still joking—if his head is gone, how could he survive? Hahaha..."
"Anyway, that settles my promise to you. If I bring you Deadpool's head, the mission will be considered complete."
"Right, right. Then we'll wait for the good news."
The two spoke of Deadpool's head calmly, as if he were an object rather than a person.
Fortunately, Kingpin had contracted this job privately. If outsiders heard them casually discussing a head as if it were a transaction, it would be as simple as calling the police. For a country like the United States, which was always quick to act, if someone could beat these two people, they'd be all over them.
"After the task is completed, I must see confirmation that the money has arrived within three days; otherwise you will take responsibility. I can prepare now and deliver tomorrow."
Blaine said this with confidence.
It seemed Kingpin didn't know that Deadpool was practically indestructible.
Deadpool and Blaine were not the same when it came to catching bullets. Although Deadpool used his body to take hits, the key difference was that Blaine could actually catch bullets and withstand the impact; Deadpool relied on powerful regenerative abilities and simply wouldn't die if hit. Whether the bullet struck or not didn't matter to Deadpool.
Now, Blaine could only hope that Daredevil's efficiency would be a little lower; he feared that if Kingpin were killed during those three days, Blaine would have nowhere to complain. That's why he guaranteed delivery tomorrow.
Having taken the job, Blaine had no reason to stay and turned to head back to his villa.
"System, open the shop. I need to buy a few things."
Lying on the sofa, Blaine activated the system.
Because the last time he hunted the Vice President, he had used up the only two tracking paper cranes he had left.
So Blaine planned to buy more.
After all, tracking paper cranes were consumables and remained essential for bounty hunters like him.
"I'll take ten."
[One tracking paper crane sells for 10,000 — ten for 100,000. Proceed to payment?]
One was only $10,000. Blaine, feeling flush, paid $100,000 outright.
It was almost two in the afternoon by the time he finished eating and speaking with Kingpin.
Time was running out; Blaine couldn't wait until dark, so he released a tracking paper crane and began searching for Deadpool's location.
United States — Huntington, West Virginia.
A man sat at home, actually lying on top of several gasoline cans.
Wade Winston Wilson, known as Deadpool, was trying to commit suicide again — although nobody could ever be sure of his intent. He casually tossed a lighter into the gas can under him without hesitation.
boom...
The mix of flame and gasoline suddenly detonated with enormous force.
During the explosion, a vertical middle finger flashed briefly.
Blaine cut off contact with the paper crane tracker; it would be too entertaining to see his face. His head filled with black lines, his expression full of question marks, and curses marched through his mind.
This Deadpool truly lived up to his title of little shit — attempting suicide when he was bored. Blaine wondered whether he'd see a whole Deadpool left when he showed up.
"For money let's go."
Blaine shook his head helplessly. The next instant he vanished from the villa.
"Hey, ma'am, don't make the sauce too sweet—you make it like shit."
"Oh dear Wade Winston Wilson, you're a piece of trash."
Beep...
Deadpool turned on the TV, ignoring the grumpy old woman.
If anyone saw Deadpool like this, they'd most likely step forward and land a couple of punches.
Because he wasn't wearing pants at all — not even underwear. After being blown to pieces, his lower half hung in ragged strips, incongruous with the adult torso above.
"Ah, someone's here."
Deadpool announced the arrival without bothering to put on pants. That someone, of course, was Blaine.
Blaine teleported in and finally scanned the small town of Huntington, West Virginia, before dark.
However, when he stepped through the door, he saw a scene unfit for children.
"You're the bounty hunter everyone's talking about? Why didn't I know Marvel had such a powerful character like you? Oh damn, how many heroes did Stan Lee draw behind my back?"
Seeing the man in black with a longbow standing before him, Deadpool immediately switched to his flirtatious, taunting mode.
"Someone wants to buy your life."
Blaine found Deadpool amusing.
After all, Deadpool and Blaine had many similarities.
Both existed as larger-than-life figures with meta-awareness — characters who knew about the Marvel world and could break out into a four-dimensional era.
Not to mention Iron Man, Captain America, or the Avengers; pretty much everyone in their world knew him. And, to be precise, Deadpool was also a sort of bounty hunter.
"Then I really thank your client — come on, kill me. I can introduce you to the goddess of death."
"Aren't you going to resist?"
Blaine was actually a bit interested in Deadpool. This guy was nonsensical and funny — even more entertaining than Tony or Peter Parker.
It could even be said that Blaine and Deadpool shared a taste and a common language.
Since Deadpool was also someone who had broken out of the Marvel world, there was no generation gap between him and Blaine.
"Why resist? I can't beat you — kill me quickly. I still have things to do; that old thing will have me stir the sauce later."
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