Xiaoyu said proudly, hands on her hips, "Making friends with Damian is easy, she's actually very approachable."
Pamela was also amused and laughed, reaching out to pinch Xiaoyu's little face, and said softly, "Xiaoyu, you're so cute. Where are your family members?"
"Long Shu should still be on his way, he's always late. Are you Damian's older brother and sister?" Xiaoyu asked, blinking her bright, lively eyes.
"No, we are her godfather and godmother," Qinuo explained with a smile.
"So cool! Just like the Mafia in movies."
Xiaoyu cried out excitedly, her small face full of novelty and admiration.
At this moment, Damian had been put down.
"Then do you want to come play at our place?"
Venom stared at Xiaoyu, her eyes eager, feeling that she smelled even better.
"Uh, maybe next time!"
Xiaoyu looked at this beautiful older sister, and for some reason felt a little scared, unconsciously taking a small step back.
"Xiaoyu, where are you?" A voice called out at this moment.
"It's Long Shu. Damian, and older brother and sister, goodbye."
After Xiaoyu finished speaking, she ran towards the direction of the voice.
"Little cutie..."
Venom was a little disappointed. She pouted, her face full of unwillingness, "I haven't even hugged her yet."
"Who told you to scare her."
Qinuo shook his head helplessly.
Pamela took Damian's small hand and walked towards the car. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, casting two long Shadows.
"Damian, did you have fun at school today?" Pamela asked softly, looking at Damian with gentle eyes.
Damian shook his head and then nodded.
"Classes were boring, it was all knowledge I had already learned, but reading comics with Xiaoyu after class was very interesting."
"That's good."
Pamela was very happy. Damian finally had a friend her own age, and she felt relieved.
"Godfather, can I bring the comic to father?" Damian hesitated for a moment, asking cautiously.
"What comic?" Qinuo was curious.
"This, Batman."
Damian took out a comic from her school bag and handed it over, with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.
Qinuo glanced at it and nodded.
"Sure, I'll collect other related comics for you too, and then take you back for a visit during the holidays."
"En, thank you, Godfather."
Damian carefully put away the comic. This was a gift Xiaoyu gave him.
Qinuo didn't mind. Although this World also had DC comics, it was completely different from the entertainment-prevalent World of his previous life.
Most of the DC comics here were about the personal experiences of Batman and Superman, with very few crossovers, and the Justice League was completely inactive.
Not to mention, S.H.I.E.L.D. had already banned DC Comics.
In Qinuo's opinion, collecting these and giving them to Bruce would at most let him understand the abilities and origins of the heroes in his World, with no personal impact on him.
However, Qinuo's face showed a mischievous expression, wondering what he would be like when he received a gift from his daughter.
His phone suddenly vibrated. Qinuo took it out and saw a text message.
It was densely written with various plans targeting his Demon Group, even specifying the exact time and number of people.
The final message was: HYDRA greets you, Your Majesty the Demon King.
Qinuo raised an eyebrow.
HYDRA was very sensible. He would find a time to subdue them. It would be a pity for such a useful organization to be destroyed.
As for them being an evil organization? Putting aside other things, S.H.I.E.L.D. has taken most of the credit for maintaining the World over the years.
Night enveloped the entire city, the Demon Group.
At this moment, a group of fully armed mercenaries in black combat suits were quietly approaching this mysterious and dangerous building.
However, among this team, one figure stood out particularly.
"Oh, aren't you curious why I'm dressed so brightly? Hehe, I'll tell you, soon my body will be covered in the enemy's blood!"
The attention-grabbing guy suddenly spoke, as if showing off his bravery to some invisible camera.
"Idiot Deadpool, shut your mouth and keep your voice down! Also, who exactly are you talking to?"
A burly bald man in the team growled in a low voice.
If it weren't for the fact that this guy named Wade had an astonishing combat record, he would never have allowed such a neurotic person to join this operation.
"Of course, it's my fans!"
Deadpool responded in a low voice.
Then, he turned his head, winked at the camera beside him, and whispered.
"Dare to call me an idiot? Just you wait. When this is over, I'm going to swing my big sword and give that bald head a super smooth haircut!"
"Fk."
The bald man ignored him, thinking that as long as they completed this operation, each person would get 5 million dollars. He would just endure it. When it was over, he would kill him.
At the same time, in the Shadows of the Demon Group, several pairs of eyes quietly opened, silently watching their actions.
"Oh!" Deadpool shivered.
"I always feel like I'm being stared at by a g, like that one time after going to the bathroom. Of course, that g can't be a top anymore."
Deadpool mumbled, a disgusted expression on his face.
Deadpool followed them, smoothly reaching the top-floor laboratory, which was empty. It seemed like the entire group had gone off work.
The laboratory was filled with green potions, with potion formulas pressed underneath them, a dazzling array of professional terms.
"Healing potions, this is too smooth."
The bald man was a little surprised, but seeing so many potions, he couldn't care less. These were all money.
He picked up a bag and started filling it.
Deadpool also didn't idle, quickly and skillfully helping to fill them.
"Little boss, don't blame me. I can only say your security system is as good as nonexistent. But for the sake of our friendship...
Once I get my mercenary pay, the potion formulas will be returned, but these potions will be considered my hard-earned money, hehehe."
Deadpool muttered excitedly to himself. These potions were all money, and in the Black market, they could be sold for ten times the price and still find buyers.
While all the mercenaries were packing the potions, the Shadows beneath their feet subtly rippled, but no one noticed.
After sweeping the laboratory clean, they also sensed that something was amiss, but what could they do? It was impossible for them to ignore the money in front of them.
After leaving the Demon Group, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their tense nerves temporarily relaxing.
According to the plan, they hurried towards the delivery location.