Chapter 39: The Birth of Deadpool

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A rush of information flooded his mind.

The so-called Flash Burst can be understood as a type of spell.

Within a radius of several dozen meters, a designated place—whether it's on the ground or in mid-air—can suddenly explode with an incredibly dazzling light.

It's like a super-large flashbang grenade!

You can use it like a flashbang, with the ability to trigger it over a dozen times a day or sustain the blinding light for 5 to 10 minutes.

This ability... is strong.

Since he himself is immune to the flash, he now possesses a powerful crowd-control ultimate.

If it were just now, he probably only needed to trigger it twice in front of the speeding Mage Eye, and the opponent would likely crash due to blindness, injuring themselves severely!

But this ability isn't much use for chasing after Kingpin...

If he could catch up, sure, he could deal with him, but with his fat tiger's burst speed, he'd probably be three miles away by now.

Let him live for another two days. Next time, when he finds him, no words—just a headshot.

He was driving his pickup truck, planning to head home, but the headache was that Wade refused to leave the passenger seat.

He had declared himself Cohen's adopted son right there, clutching his leg and insisting on going home with him.

Even though Cohen reluctantly doubled his payment, it was useless.

In the end, after Wade made countless oaths and promised Vanessa that he wouldn't expose his identity, Cohen took him back to the church.

That night, after the battle, Cohen, without hesitation, cooked several delicious dishes.

After wolfing down their meal, he, Wade, and David sat on the balcony with beers in hand, watching the brightly lit city.

As for Blade, his mother wouldn't let him come home so late.

Under the cool night breeze, Wade was unusually quiet. After finishing a bottle of beer, he cautiously asked, "Do you think you can really cure my cancer?"

Cohen was sitting on a rattan chair he found in Chinatown, completely relaxed.

"Of course it's real. There's more than one way to do it."

Wade's face showed a hint of surprise: "Really?"

"But the method I can immediately achieve... only one."

"What method?"

"Turn you into a vampire."

Wade froze. Recently, there had been a lot of news about vampires. He furrowed his brows and thought for a moment: "I heard vampires have a lot of weaknesses?"

"Yes."

Cohen leaned forward slightly: "Ordinary hybrid vampires fear sunlight, ultraviolet rays, garlic, and silver. They need to consume human blood to survive. Over time, their mind decays and eventually they become crazed, wild monsters."

Wade gasped: "Fuck, that's supposed to be a solution?"

Cohen chuckled: "Why not? Just tell me, is your cancer cured or not?

Have you ever seen a vampire die of cancer?"

Wade jumped up, "Are you messing with me?"

"Tsk! Why are you in such a hurry? If you don't want to become a vampire, we can always try another method."

"But you said you only had one method."

"There's another method. Though I can't do it, someone else can. We just need to find them.

There's a Russian guy who runs a lab, specializing in human mutation experiments.

You can try it there. Bear with it a little, and soon you'll have superpowers!

Once you have superpowers, you won't die."

Fuck!

Wade's eyes widened. Seriously, is this guy even speaking human?

"You're not afraid I'll die in there?"

"Won't happen!"

Cohen waved his hand: "You have the Wisdom talent, you can't die!

Trust me, as a priest, I don't lie."

I trust you, my ass!

When you were killing people, you sure didn't act like a priest.

Wade rubbed his face: "I feel like I'm being scammed."

"You've got late-stage cancer. You want to be with Vanessa forever, and to do that, you have to go through some hardship."

"I won't end up as a freak with three eyes and eight arms, right?"

"How could that happen? At most..."

Wade suspiciously asked, "At most what?"

Cohen waved his hand: "Don't worry. While you're in the experiment, I'll find you a psychologist and talk to Vanessa to prepare her mentally.

No matter what you turn into, she'll accept you."

"Fuck!"

Wade was really annoyed now.

Cohen continued to persuade him: "Come on, it's no big deal. You're tough, right?

Things like water submersion, fire burning, binding, dripping wax, electroshock, and whipping? For you, that's a piece of cake!

Usually, test subjects endure two or three years of torment, but my bro can get it done in two months.

Once you get your superpowers, just give me a signal and I'll rush in with Blade to save you. Perfect, right?"

Wade weakly tried to resist. Two years of torment, compressed to two months?

What, do you think I'm an unkillable cockroach?

At the same time, he realized another issue: "If you send me into the lab, why the hell would you 'rescue' me?"

Cohen was confused: "Huh? Didn't I tell you?

That place is where they make super slaves. If I don't rescue you, should I pay them to buy you out?"

Make slaves?

Make slaves?

Wade's anger flared, and he glared at Cohen, growing more furious. Suddenly, he jumped up, "I'll strangle you!"

…

The next day at dawn, Wade left.

He wanted to be alone.

David started helping search for the Russian.

Cohen gave him a few keywords: the pseudonym Ajax, Francis, and a broker named Smith.

While having breakfast, the phone kept ringing.

David briefly investigated and realized it was Natasha from the Black Widow calling.

This woman was really impatient.

After Cohen handled the signal, he finally answered the call.

"Hello, it's me."

"…"

"Ah, it's been one night, and I missed you too."

"…"

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you. Bye."

David looked confused, watching from the side. Was he meeting an agent or on a date?

Cohen returned to the table and continued eating. David hesitated but couldn't resist asking, "Are you coming back tonight?

Do you want me to book a hotel for you?"

Cohen looked up: "Hmm? Why book that? I'm meeting an agent, not going on a date."

David blinked. "Oh, so you're aware?"

"You'll know when the time comes."

David's eyes widened: "Fuck!"

While stirring his hot and spicy soup, he suddenly felt a bit melancholic.

Cohen, sensitive to this, noticed: "What's wrong? Are you missing your wife and kids?"

David nodded with red eyes: "I haven't seen them in a long time."

"How about I help you visit them?"

David almost nodded but shook his head after seeing Cohen's face. "You? Keep away from my wife!"

Cohen thought for a moment and said: "You can wait a few more days. Once we've made money, I'll buy a big estate in New Jersey.

You can bring them over to live there. It's much safer than here.

Also, we can start planning for the orange agent's operation.

But to lure him out, we'll need Frank."

The orange agent was the mastermind behind the case of dead U.S. soldiers' bodies smuggling drugs and the current CIA covert operations department head, William Rollins.

This guy's whereabouts were hidden, and even David found it hard to track.

They had tried using a video tape to lure him out, but it had failed.

It seems like only Frank, the guy who helped him with dirty work, could bring him out.

David nodded: "I've been tracking Frank for a while. I have a feeling we'll find him soon!"

Cohen knew that Frank was most likely hiding in a construction site in New York, but he didn't know exactly which one.

With Frank's high-level counter-surveillance skills, he had been elusive.

But as David slowly ruled out possibilities, this top-tier agent would eventually surface.

(End of Chapter)