On a deserted beach, Deadpool held the super soldier serum, swaying slightly. Under the Sun's rays, the blue serum rippled, emitting an alluring glow.
Speaking of which, what would happen if he injected the super soldier serum?
Captain Deadpool?
That actually sounds kind of interesting.
Physically, the serum would push the injectee's physical limits to the peak of human potential.
Don't ask him why human limits allow one to pull planes barehanded; ask the authors who only care about drawing comics and completely disregard statistics.
Mentally, the serum amplifies a person's character strengths and weaknesses, making the good better and the bad worse.
So, here's the problem: becoming 'good' is impossible. If it were Wade from his previous life, a well-rounded youth, maybe. But what about 'bad'?
How could Deadpool get any worse?
More vulgar, more explicit, a dirtier mouth?
Uh... it seems... there wouldn't be much difference?
Also... Deadpool glanced at his system panel.
That's right, as a glorious transmigrator, he too was a man with a golden finger!
He had a lifeless system that inherited none of his cuteness but was even more despicable than him, a portable space of a full cubic meter, and the essential ability for a Superhero to change outfits at any time.
What?
That's not enough?
Isn't this a million times more useful than bringing over that Goddess of Wisdom who didn't seem wise anywhere except in her eyes?
Instant costume change!
He no longer had to struggle with zippers before going into battle.
It hurts a lot when you pinch your skin!
As for why the system is more despicable than him... Task: Give the American muscular posterior a good kick.
Time limit: Three days.
Reward: Free attribute point +1.
Punishment: Choose between 24 hours of physical castration and 24 hours of chemical castration.
That's right, this was the task the system gave him.
How about that, isn't it more despicable than him?
Knowing he couldn't die, it threatened him with his little Wade.
How could there be such a despicable system in the World?
"Don't move, turn around."
Suddenly, a cold gun barrel pressed against Deadpool's temple.
Deadpool obediently complied, turning around to let the gun point at the back of his head. Then he felt his twin pistols being drawn from his waist, followed by his twin katanas.
"Alright, you can turn back now."
Footsteps retreating, Deadpool obediently turned around and found that the one pointing a gun at him was a British rose in military uniform, with a very... very amazing figure.
Agent Carter.
In Marvel movies, if you're talking about physique, it has to be Carter. Even the Hulk's ex-wife pales in comparison to her magnificent two mountains.
Only the American muscular posterior could barely contend with her.
"Who are you? Why is the serum in your hands?"
Carter looked at the strangely dressed Deadpool, her eyes narrowing slightly.
She had just been outrun by Raymond, who was driving, and Steve, who was powered up, to the point where she couldn't even see their taillights. She could only use direction and experience to deduce that the spy who stole the serum was most likely retreating to the port. So, after 'borrowing' a car, she quickly rushed over.
Just as she was about to drive into the port, she saw a crazy... strong man in a red and black bodysuit swaggering out with the serum not far away.
Deadpool's voice was low, as if he had a piece of iron in his throat: "I am Batman."
"As for the serum, what serum?"
He tilted his head in confusion.
Looking up, Carter's pupils contracted. She realized that the serum, which had just been in Deadpool's hand, had disappeared at some point. Now, Deadpool's hands were empty; there was nothing there at all.
When?
How did he do it?
She was very sure she hadn't been mistaken just now; Deadpool had been holding the super soldier serum, and it had remained in his hand until she told him to turn around.
But Deadpool's hands had been raised ever since she spoke, so there was no way he could have hidden the serum.
"How did you do that? Where's the serum?"
"The serum?"
Deadpool tilted his head to the other side: "Wasn't the serum always in my hand?"
Carter's expression turned stern at his words, and she looked at Deadpool's hand again. In his hand, the blue serum glowed faintly under the Sun's light.
Was she seeing things?
No, the serum was clearly in his left hand just now; how did it move to his right hand?
"Magic?"
"No, this is my four-dimensional pocket. Have you seen Doraemon?"
"What? What dream?"
Carter was full of questions.
"You haven't even seen Doraemon? Don't you have a childhood?"
Deadpool's disdainful gaze swept over Carter, completely disregarding that it was 1943, and Doraemon wouldn't be created until 1970, more than twenty years later.
"Who exactly are you? Which country or faction sent you?"
Unable to understand Deadpool's words, Carter chose to ignore him and raised her gun, throwing out two more questions.
"I already said I'm..."
Bang!
A bullet flew past Deadpool's ear; he could even clearly hear the whistling sound of the bullet cutting through the air.
"My ear! My ear!"
Deadpool clutched his ear, wailing loudly.
"Hey, it's fine! Hehe."
Carter: (－｀′－)
"Alright, you might not believe me when I say this."
Deadpool shrugged, then suddenly clenched his fists and raised them high, excitedly saying: "I am an Agent sent by the Empire of the Setting Sun, tasked with snatching the super soldier serum from the evil USA, returning home to form a super soldier legion, and thereby dominating the World and restoring the glory of the Empire on which the Sun never sets!"
Carter:...At least one thing Deadpool said was true.
She really didn't believe him.
Even if Deadpool said he was sent by the USA itself, she might believe him a little, but to say he was from Great Britain, she couldn't believe it at all.
The reason was simple.
Dr. Erskine was discovered by the government in Great Britain and invited by the Strategic Scientific Reserve to the U.S. to conduct the super soldier serum research project.
In other words, Great Britain had always been involved in the super soldier serum project.
And she, Peggy Carter.
Was one of the people sent by Great Britain to assist with the super soldier serum project.
For Great Britain, which could have just laid back and shared the experimental results, to suddenly play dead, and then, during this tense wartime situation, send someone across the U.S. to steal the serum—no screenwriter with less than twenty years of cerebral thrombosis history could ever come up with such a plot.
It's a good thing she didn't say it out loud, otherwise Deadpool would surely tell her righteously that Marvel screenwriters don't just have twenty years of cerebral thrombosis; many have two hundred years.
"See, I told you you wouldn't believe me."
Seeing Carter's 'you're kidding me' expression, Deadpool shrugged again.
After all, he really was kidding her.
"Carter."
In the distance, after handing Raymond over to the Strategic Scientific Reserve, Steve, feeling depressed and wanting to clear his head by the sea, heard a gunshot and rushed over. His sharp eyes spotted Carter in the distance and he shouted.
Carter instinctively turned her head, saw it was Steve, and then realized something was wrong.
The moment Carter turned her head, Deadpool bent his knees, lunged forward like a tiger, and leaped towards the twin katanas and twin pistols Carter had tossed aside.
Bang!
Carter shifted her gun, aimed at Deadpool's head, and fired.
Swish!
Clang!
To the astonished gazes of Carter and Steve, Deadpool drew a long katana, and as he stood up, he swung it upwards, perfectly colliding with the bullet in mid-air.
The blade, made of Vibranium alloy, was incredibly strong. The high-speed bullet left not a single trace on it; instead, the sharp blade easily split the bullet in two.
Two splashes of blood bloomed, the long katana fell to the ground, and Deadpool clutched his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.
His legs gave out, and he fell backward to the ground, opening his mouth helplessly, trying to say something.
But the two separated bullet fragments precisely pierced his left and right lungs, respectively. He could only make a gasping sound like leaking air, and bloody foam sprayed from his mouth, staining his mask and overflowing.
Both Carter and Steve were stunned. It took several seconds for them to react, and they rushed over.
Steve helped Deadpool up and reached to pull off Deadpool's mask. Just as he touched the edge, Deadpool, as if in a final burst of life, grabbed his hand and pressed it firmly against his own face.
Deadpool's eyes widened, his disbelief even greater than before: "Ste... Steve? You're Steve?"