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Chapter 948 St. Petersburg's Number One Pole Dancer

St. Petersburg's general layout is as follows: a city by the sea, with a vast plain to its east, where Xavier's Academy of this world is located.

However, this school was not called Xavier's School of Geniuses, but Xavier's School for Children, which specifically enrolled the children of workers and farmers in St. Petersburg.

This was the rebels' stronghold; compared to other highly professional bases, this dilapidated place didn't look like a secret base at all. And indeed, there really weren't any secret spaces within the academy.

When the two Wolverines and Peter heard that Charles Xavier of this world didn't even know what a brainwave device was, they were genuinely shocked.

"Alright, now let's take stock of Magneto's forces. In short, Genosha's original forces have been preserved and even strengthened. In addition, the entire Hellfire Club has joined Magneto's side, along with other miscellaneous things."

The professor's team consisted of only the original five X-Men plus Nightcrawler.

"I have to say, at this point I'm starting to wonder if the reason Magneto didn't manage these resistance groups is because they weren't a threat at all."

After a cold snort, the young Wolverine pondered the intelligence he had gathered: "The good news is that once we enter the city, we can explore freely. St. Petersburg has virtually no screening of mutants and superhumans, nor does it restrict their movement."

"So, we're going to meet with Mr. Rasputin first?"

Peter stroked his chin, then looked at his teammates: "What do you guys think? Should we go there?"

"To get together with Apocalypse, Maximus, and Stryker? Neither of us will."

The wolf spoke to himself and his alter ego, "We'll wander around the city, are you alright?"

"Hank and I shrunk down and lay in wait on the sidelines. We'll deal with any problems that arise."

Ultimate Wasp spoke nonchalantly, and Ultimate Ant-Man nodded quickly. Finally, only Peter and Sorcerer Supreme were left. Both assured him they could take care of themselves, and then Wolverine drove everyone into the city. Since Wolverine was known to drink, no one had chosen him to drive.

"Let's assume for now that this Mr. Rasputin really is your older brother—at least in this universe. Do you have any good ideas on how to deal with this situation?"

Peter asked Iliana about it, explaining that he had little interaction with Colossus in his own universe, let alone elsewhere. Iliana shook her head; she truly wasn't familiar with her brother, and moreover, how could Colossus possibly possess abilities related to something as powerful as altering reality?

The car gradually entered the city's outskirts and passed through a checkpoint. The mutants on the roadside checked the oxygen levels inside the car and let them through. They then dropped Peter and his companions off at a bar. Peter looked around the bar and asked, "Speaking of which, does Russia have a law prohibiting minors from drinking alcohol?"

"Is it a bit late to ask this question now?"

As Iliana spoke, she pushed open the bar door. Peter felt a sudden surge of sound, and before he could even hear what was being said inside, Iliana closed the door and rubbed her temples. Peter looked at her with a pessimistic expression: "Are you alright?"

"I kind of regret opening that door. You go open it, I don't want to—I need to calm down."

Peter looked at the door with a puzzled expression, then opened it, revealing a bustling bar. Or rather, it was more of a dance floor than a bar, with disco balls gleaming brightly and countless people dancing joyfully. Most striking was the center of the bar, where a steel pole stood erect, bathed in multicolored light. All the patrons watched the dancers' alluring figures and cheered wildly.

Yes, this is a disco bar with a bar sign, but inside it's actually a place where pole dancing takes place, and all the customers are cheering for the pole dancers. In theory, there shouldn't be any problem with going here.

That is, if the guy doing the pole dancing isn't Deadpool.

Peter silently closed the door, rubbing his temples. Several new customers walked past them and went into the bar, accompanied by waves of cheers coming from inside. Peter couldn't help but ask, "How are they cheering for this?!"

"I don't know, I felt like throwing up after seeing that scene—"

"Me too, where did they find them?!"

Peter suddenly realized something as he spoke, then looked around, quickly put on his nanosuit, pushed open the bar door, and squeezed into the middle of the dance floor amidst the clamor of voices. There he saw the female Deadpool cheering below the stage, Deadpool Kid, and the dead head locked in a cage.

Even Deadpool was cheering as if he were on drugs.

"I f***ing—"

"Ah, my good friend Spider-Man! I love you to death! How did you end up in this chosen land for us mutants?"

Deadpool's buttocks were pressed against the steel pipe, he was bent over and raised his leg high, and even with his mask on, Peter could see his excitement. Peter was so angry he laughed: "Are you a mutant?"

"I think I am, my good friend. Don't worry, even if you're not a mutant, I'll take care of you."

Amidst the cacophony of voices and music, even Peter's senses could barely register what Deadpool was saying, so he shouted, "We need to talk! Wade!"

"What? I can't hear you! You want to come up and dance with me too?!"

Peter actually jumped onto the stage, and amidst the cheers of the others, Peter chose—

Deadpool's mask was removed.

In that instant, Deadpool's face, a mangled mess resembling someone poking holes in a boiled potato with chopsticks, accompanied by a radiant smile, was displayed to every customer in the bar. Every twitch of his facial muscles was like a fresh, vibrant sprout emerging from a potato hole. In a flash, computer music completely dominated the bar, followed by a deafening chorus of vomiting.

"You ruined all of this! Spider-Man! This was my debut! I was going to be St. Petersburg's number one pole dancer!"

"That's right! To become St. Petersburg's number one pole dancer!"

One customer, having finished vomiting, raised his arms and shouted, "I have to let my friends see your performance! Especially that last moment when you take off your mask!"

In an instant, the noise from the bar drowned out the music again, and voices of approval were heard everywhere.