Chapter 98 : The Deathstroke

 Deathstroke is not who I am. It's my job and I love it. Viewed from a certain angle, I can come off looking like quite the bad egg. A real villain. A mass-murdering psychopathic killer, even. But that depends on who's describing me. Dead men don't talk. They sure as hell don't gossip. I think I'm a heck of a good guy, actually. My name is Slade Wilson. And I love adventure. 

— Deathstroke

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"So, you're my employer?" Deadpool asked as he sprawled in the office, feet on the table, hands behind his head, and inquired awkwardly.

"Wade Wilson, codenamed Deadpool, is a renowned figure in the mercenary world. I've been searching for you for quite some time, and today, we finally met," Jude replied.

"Heh, this uncle is already famous. I didn't think I'd become so popular. Those story writers really boosted my reputation," Deadpool remarked, gesturing dramatically. "Thanks! I'll be a guest sometime, the kind without a knife."

Observing Deadpool's peculiar behavior, Jude couldn't help but feel intrigued. This style, breaking the fourth wall, indicated that Deadpool possessed such abilities in this world.

Feigning suspicion, Jude asked, "Wade, who are you talking to?"

Deadpool shrugged, "Who knows? Could be a cartoonist, a screenwriter, or some online writer. Lately, I've been showing up in their stories more and more. They've made me cheap."

"Jude, or is it Jude Law, Jude Kao, Jude Sack—whatever. This is a virtual world, and we're just characters. They might be giving Deadpool Uncle a new plot. They always throw in weird things. I thought they'd make me a black man."

"Then they could have a black man fuck my ass. Perfect if he's transgender. If I were a fat, ugly, gay, depressed, ethnic minority with AIDS, that'd be truly invulnerable, right?" Deadpool said with a grin.

"Come on, give a high-five, brother; I feel the resonance from the soul," he added, raising his hand.

Ignoring the high-five, Deadpool looked up at the sky and shouted, "You guys finally gave Deadpool Uncle a reliable partner. Remember to keep it. I don't like Ganglishi's dullness, so send him away."

Then he whispered, "Black Panther is a bad movie."

Jude refrained from high-fiving Deadpool, having noticed the multiple times Deadpool touched his ass during the conversation.

"Alright, Wade, put away your special abilities. I heard you'd do anything for money. We can negotiate a deal, a mission," Jude explained.

Excitedly, Deadpool stood up, raised his hands, and exclaimed, "Great! I'm here for this. A task worth 10 million dollars? I've never turned one down. Tell me already!"

"I can't wait to stand on the Statue of Liberty and throw money, then look at the money pickers below and shout, 'This is freedom, America!'" Deadpool continued in his eccentric manner.

"It's nothing extreme. Maybe a tube of blood or a few pieces of meat. It won't harm your life; you have strong self-healing abilities, don't you?" Jude reassured him.

"Think about it, Wade; a few days of boredom, a bit of flesh and blood, and you get 10 million dollars. 99% of people would agree; it's too cost-effective," Jude reasoned.

Deadpool, with a hand on his chin and the other on his ass, pretended to contemplate. Jude, prepared for any response, was ready to use coercive measures if necessary.

"Um, I agree; this uncle agrees!" Deadpool exclaimed.

Jude, relieved, smiled, "A wise choice. The time is tentatively set for one week. For each day's extension, I'll pay you an extra 1 million dollars."

In an unexpected move, Deadpool knelt and hugged Jude's thighs, crying out emotionally, "Boss, I've been looking for someone like you all my life. I'm willing to pack myself and sell to you. If that's not enough, my cousin can also be yours. My ass is at your service anytime. If that's not enough, add my cousin, Steel Man, Bullet, or anyone's ass, like Ryan Reynolds, Brad Pitt, and the rest."

Jude, disturbed by Deadpool's display, swiftly moved his arm, causing a blast that shattered the office wall. Deadpool stood up, seemingly unscathed.

"Isn't my proposal great? My sugar daddy!" Deadpool declared, flashing the middle fingers of his hands.

Even the unscrupulous Jude felt defeated by Deadpool's audacious behavior. This guy was the embodiment of irreverence; principles and integrity were up for sale.

"Shut your mouth! Come with me," Jude ordered, leading Deadpool out of the office. Little Spider trailed behind.

"Look at me, baby. Do I look like a bunny? I'm the kind of guy who lays on the bed and pushes his butt. I'll give you the position of attack," Deadpool suggested.

"We could call my cousin and have a fuck trip. Thinking about it is exciting. We can work together to create a blockbuster," Deadpool continued, unabated.

Ignoring him, Jude asked, "Your cousin seems important to you. Who is he?"

"Of course, he brought me into the mercenary world, and he's quite famous. His codename is something you must have heard of: The Deathstroke."

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