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In the end, Shasha still couldn't bring himself to speak, leaving Wanda Maximoff with endless speculation as she walked away.
Walking alone on the streets where the cold wind began to rise, he pondered whether he needed to go this far, using those around him to fulfill his own ideas. Unknowingly, he seemed to have changed from who he once was.
Not just seemed; he had indeed changed. Sometimes, he would resort to any means necessary. Was desire really so capable of shaping or even altering a person? And when his thoughts came to fruition, what would be left when he looked around?
Was it truly lonely at the top? Was that his pursuit?
Pushing himself step by step to reach this point, what was the purpose of this System's existence?
Was it solely for his own service? Or did it expect him to achieve something greater?
Lost in thought, Shasha found himself at the bar he had first visited long ago. It was there that he had his first drink, deciding then to turn it into his private liquor stash, and now it belonged to Jin Bing.
Why did Jin Bing seek ultimate power? Was it also driven by desire?
Who wouldn't want a better life? Isn't it about wielding power while enjoying the beauty of life?
As he took a drink in what used to be his bar, Shasha suddenly laughed. The once sentimental man had learned something new; this proved that there were more things for him to consider now.
A broke vagabond was thrown out, his eyes filled with a familiar desire—one that spoke of wanting to claim this place as his own and seeking revenge on those who had once looked down on him.
Leaving a bill behind, Shasha adjusted his collar and stepped back onto the street. The contemplation on his face had vanished; since he had made this choice, why hesitate any longer? He would follow his own thoughts.
Suddenly, Blade sliced through the air, its silver gleam dazzling and the chilling cold striking at his neck.
Just as the blade was about to sever his neck, it abruptly halted. A cocky voice rang out, "You know, it's really boring when you don't fight back. I never kill those who offer no resistance; it makes me feel like I'm just finishing off a silent meal without any excitement."
In a tight-fitting outfit of red and black stripes, wielding two katanas and two handguns, along with that roguish demeanor, there was no second like him in all of Marvel.
Indeed, this guy was the popular icon of Marvel, Deadpool!
“Is there a hefty bounty on my head? Or are you sent to take my life?” Shasha pressed the blade against him, his expression unchanged. “Let me guess who I’ve recently offended. First off, Justin Hammer can be ruled out; that guy is broke. Then there’s his former master.”
He stared silently at Deadpool. “So, it’s Black Queen?”
“You know we can’t disclose our employer’s information in this line of work, but since you guessed it, I don’t mind,” Deadpool shrugged. “Have you thought about how this will go? I came here ready for a good fight.”
Shasha chuckled. “Buddy, if you want a quick end, I don’t think that’s happening.”
Just as Deadpool was trying to process this, his blade suddenly vibrated so violently that he nearly dropped it. In the midst of his confusion, it felt as if a truck had hit him, sending him flying through the air.
He forced himself to twist and catch the blade he had almost lost. After landing, Deadpool couldn’t help but whistle. “Hey, could you give me a heads-up next time you’re about to throw down? That way I can at least react a little.”
In response, Shasha stomped his foot, causing the ground to crack beneath them.
Seeing this, Deadpool quickly raised his hands. “Okay! I give up! I didn’t expect it to be you!”
Shasha looked bewildered; he was sure he hadn’t met Deadpool before. How did this guy get information about him? Or had they crossed paths somewhere?
“I know you’re going to ask me some questions, but I can choose not to answer,” he said before flipping onto a balcony of an apartment. “Next time we meet, I’ll tell you when I feel like it.”
Once Deadpool left, Shasha remained in a state of shock. This assassination attempt had ended so abruptly?
After a moment of confusion, he shook his head and departed from the chaotic 'battlefield.'
In Beverly Hills, while waiting for a message from Deadpool, the Black Queen received a refund notification. Confused, she called the number only to find that the line was disconnected. Anger surged through her as she crushed her phone in her hand.
"This guy is as unreliable as ever; even when handling something like this, he manages to screw it up."
It was becoming clear that he had failed in his assassination attempt. It seemed that taking the route of a killer wasn't going to work. So what should she do next?
As the Black Queen pondered her options, a black-clad subordinate entered the room. "My lady, we have received a distress signal from Blackheart."
The Black Queen snapped back to reality at the mention of his name, a cold smile spreading across her face. "Has that guy been cornered by his father? It seems that skull-headed fellow is quite useful after all."
After a moment's thought, she commanded, "Send Angelica to assist him."
The subordinate nodded and slowly withdrew.
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