Deadpool brought his palms together like a blade and gently tapped Colossus's pectoral muscles as if chopping vegetables, making a thumping sound.
"Never tried, but it should be fine."
"Oh my God!"
Deadpool gasped, pressed his face against it, and rubbed, "I love it so much~"
"What about nailing?"
"Of course..." Colossus suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly took two steps back. "Wade, don't change the subject!"
"Alright."
He flicked Colossus's biceps, producing a crisp clang. Deadpool put away his shyness, stood up, and looked directly at Colossus, "So what if I say I'm not going?"
Colossus said firmly, "Then I'll forcibly take you back."
Deadpool only deals with vicious criminals, which isn't the problem. The problem is that he's too unscrupulous and disregards the law.
This is wrong.
He must be brought back to Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters for further training, then join the X-Men, and act heroically according to the X-Men's rules and regulations.
"OK."
Deadpool crouched and darted out of the pectoral muscle's range, creating distance from Colossus, and pointed at him, "So you're trying to have a fair 1v1 duel with me, huh?"
"You're wrong, Wade, I don't want to, but if you insist, I won't object."
Colossus clenched his fist, as big as a sandbag, and waved it at Deadpool.
"Alright, audience!"
Deadpool turned his head and waved continuously in a direction where no one was, "Next, please enjoy the sacred duel between the highly anticipated Superhero, handsome and beautiful, wise and powerful Deadpool, Wade Winston Wilson, and X-Men Magician Piotr Nikolaievich Rasputin!"
"Oh my God, your name is perfect for verbose writing. From now on, I must call you by your full name every time."
After speaking, Deadpool turned back and complained.
"You can just say Peter Rasputin."
Deadpool's expression was very serious, "No! You can be called anything, just not Peter!"
"Why?"
"No why, just no, you're not worthy!"
"But I... never mind, have it your way."
Colossus twisted his neck and then cracked his knuckles, making a popping sound, "Hurry up, after I catch you, I have other things to do."
He also had to fix the damaged door for someone.
"Of course!"
Deadpool instantly drew his twin pistols, which spun rapidly in his palms like tops, making a whooshing sound as they cut through the air.
Hearing this, Colossus lowered his stance and immediately assumed a charging posture.
His strategy for catching Deadpool had been planned a year ago; it was as simple as putting an elephant in a refrigerator, just three steps—charge, punch, and lift.
Done.
Clatter.
Deadpool's pistol spun too fast, and one of them slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, still spinning with inertia, sliding far away until it hit the rooftop door.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I haven't even said start!"
He quickly reholstered the other pistol, made a'stop' gesture, and scurried over to the fallen gun, bending down to pick it up.
Colossus watched this scene helplessly, turning around in his posed stance to face Deadpool, "Are you ready now?"
"Of course."
Deadpool blew the dust off his gun, pointed the muzzle at Colossus's head, then slightly shifted it to point behind Colossus, "I'm ready, are you? We agreed on a 1v1, shouldn't that person behind you step aside?"
Someone behind him?
Colossus's pupils contracted sharply, a chill ran down his spine, and he abruptly turned his head.
Behind him, it was empty.
He turned back, and it was still empty, only the rumbling sound of footsteps rapidly descending the stairs.
"Damn it!"
Colossus slammed his fist and immediately gave chase.
This was the twenty-eighth time he had fallen for Deadpool's trick this year!
As the rumbling sound of descending stairs echoed, a tense and exciting chase unfolded in a building in downtown New York City.
Deadpool ran quickly ahead, but every time he passed a door, he would twist the doorknob to see if the door could be opened, a behavior that severely slowed him down.
Colossus was two floors behind, and despite his bulky physique, his speed was not slow at all; in fact, he was even faster than Deadpool, and the distance between them was rapidly shrinking.
Without stopping, he shouted down the stairs, "Wade, stop running, you can't escape!"
Deadpool's mischievous voice came from downstairs, "Piotr, stop chasing, we're impossible!"
After a few more floors, Colossus finally saw Deadpool's figure. At this moment, Deadpool finally opened an unlocked door and rushed inside.
Anxious, Colossus no longer cared if the room would be damaged and leaped down from the stairs.
Boom!
The floor tiles shattered, and the entire floor seemed to tremble.
Don't ask him why he didn't cancel his transformed state; he did that last time, and then Deadpool severely tricked him. Now, thinking about it, his fifth limb still had a faint phantom pain.
"Ah!!!"
"This bastard!"
Hearing a woman's scream, Colossus's face darkened further. He rushed into the room and saw Deadpool standing at the bedroom door, one hand on the doorknob, the other waving at him.
The scream came from inside the bedroom.
"Had enough, Wade?"
"Not yet."
Deadpool twisted the doorknob.
"Damn it!"
Seeing this, Colossus rushed forward anxiously.
But by then, Deadpool had successfully opened the door, flashed into the bedroom, and slammed the door shut.
Boom!
Colossus couldn't stop his momentum, and the wooden door instantly shattered into pieces.
Inside the bedroom, a blonde, blue-eyed Miss was already terrified by the loud noise. Now, a large man with metallic skin burst through the door, making her even more terrified. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted directly.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Colossus couldn't remember how many times he had cursed that day, especially after he looked around and didn't see the bastard in the red and black suit, he said it three times in a row.
Looking at the mess on the floor, he sighed, his metallic skin receded, and he pulled out his phone.
Sigh, leaving him with such a big problem before leaving, this Deadpool really needs too much education!
...On a street in Brooklyn, New York. Classic cars coming and going in the middle of the road indicated that this was not modern times, at least not after 2000.
Deadpool, wearing different clothes, a baseball cap, and a mask, was sucking on a lollipop, sighing repeatedly in his heart.
Sigh, leaving a good marriage for my brother before I left, I'm truly too good of a brother!
The clothes were stripped from a group of hooligans who tried to rob him, and the lollipop was exchanged for bullet casings from a cute little loli.
From the hooligans, he also made a windfall, not much, but enough to help a few poor, ragged, homeless Misses.
The Deadpool he fused with was different from other Deadpools. This Mutant Universe was already a tattered World, having been rebooted countless times.
Deadpool's origin also changed again and again; curses, Mutants, healing factors, radiation mutations, various reasons mixed together. Now even he himself didn't know how he obtained his immortality.
Anyway, he just couldn't die.
Moreover, he also possessed a teleportation belt that the movie version of Deadpool did not have, as well as the ability to break the fourth wall. As long as he wanted to, he could push open any door and travel to other Worlds.
The bad news was, no matter how the origin changed, Deadpool was still that ugly guy with severe burns all over his body.
The ability to break the fourth wall was uncontrollable, and the World and location he traveled to were random. The only World he could fix was the one Deadpool originally belonged to.
For example, now, he didn't know which World he had come to.
The teleportation belt was also uncontrollable; sometimes he could teleport in front of the enemy, sometimes under the enemy's knife.
Sometimes he could teleport an entire person, sometimes only half, leaving some hands, feet, or lower body parts to give the enemy a little Deadpool shock.
Suddenly, Deadpool's ears twitched. There was a sound in the distance, like gunshots?
And screams.
Let's go see!
Deadpool ran in the direction of the gunshots.