Dimensional demons mixed in with Marvel

"Is this what that deadbeat guy remembered to take with him even when he was on the run?"

Wade Wilson stared at the photograph on the table, inside which lay a small piece of broken gold from a torn milk carton.

Its dark color made it look like an antique, and it was covered with strange patterns.

"Hey Roy, first lesson as a mercenary."

"No matter what happened, at least let me understand the mission objectives, otherwise how can we get anything done!"

Wade said that throughout his mercenary career, he has always preferred to fight alone.

result……

Unexpectedly, after dying, he joined the Underworld Police Department and was assigned a difficult partner.

Oh, of course, from being a mercenary to becoming a law enforcement officer in the afterlife.

This is undoubtedly a huge leap forward.

"Look at my beautiful police badge, it's awesome!"

Wade has remarked more than once about the marks imprinted on his shoulders.

Does this count as whitewashing?!

"You'd be much better off shutting up; I haven't been this noisy in ages!"

Roy flicked his cowboy hat; the old cowboy had a bad temper.

This is Wade's current partner, a guy from the 1800s who was a Western law enforcement officer and called himself Marshal Roysievers Pasef.

now……

Her hidden identity in the human world is that of a beautiful, blonde Russian woman.

Listen up, newbie.

"According to information from the Eternal Affairs Department, this gold is an extremely dangerous artifact from the underworld."

"Known as... Jericho's Scepter!"

The old cowboy spoke the true name of the artifact in a voice mixed with a strange Western accent.

"What a terrible name!"

"Could you explain in more detail? You know I'm a newbie."

"Can't you be a little nicer to newbies?!"

Wade really couldn't help but complain.

Please, this is only his first week with the Underworld Police Department.

Do you remember the scene when you died?

Roy stared outside, speaking casually and intermittently.

"Remember."

"A vortex appeared above my head. I thought aliens had appeared again."

"Everything around us froze, and the unlucky guys who died with me... well, they were all sucked in anyway."

"And then I got a permanent position!"

At this point, Wade's face lit up with barely suppressed joy.

"idiot!"

Roy really hates chatterboxes, but he can't do without such a partner.

"The vortex you see is the tunnel through which souls travel to the afterlife; it's a one-way passage."

Roy tapped the table and pointed to the underworld gold in the photo.

"Once this thing is reassembled, and the artifact is fully completed, the tunnel can be reversed, and the dead will come to Earth like a torrential rain, thus ending the human world."

"About 3000 years ago."

"The Underworld Police Department mobilized nearly 90% of its manpower and finally managed to smash it to pieces, but now it's back."

"Listen carefully, we must remain on red alert until all the gold has been found."

cool!

3000 years ago, an artifact from the underworld, a reversal tunnel—it doesn't sound like an epic quest that mercenaries could possibly access.

Wade now only has one problem...

"This country doesn't even have 200 years of history, so how did they calculate 3000 years?!"

"I thought the Underworld Police Department was..."

"Shut up!"

The old cowboy is really about to explode! What on earth is all this nonsense?!

"You just keep a close eye on this, and don't let any other problems arise."

Roy pulled another photo out of his pocket; it was a very typical American tough guy.

"According to our informant, Eric Savin seems to have some unclear connections with a mysterious organization called the Ten Rings Gang."

"He and that dead guy had arranged to make a deal here."

"They're here!"

He had only spoken halfway when Roy looked towards the bank entrance.

The man in the photo is chewing gum and carrying a black briefcase as he swaggeres into the bank.

"Shall we take action?"

Wade's eyes lit up; he was about to make a name for himself.

however.

Before he could even stand up, suddenly, a red figure appeared.

"What the hell?"

"Hey, I'm perfectly fine, don't you dare curse me!"

Deadpool acted as if nothing had happened and sat down in front of Wade with complete ease.

Who are you?

Wade frowned; he suddenly had a bad feeling.

really.

His response was one of utter frivolity.

"I am you, baby~"

……

"Wade Wilson".

Deadpool!

"Deadpool?"

"Yes, Wade Wilson!"

In a bizarre exchange, Wade and Deadpool stared at each other, repeatedly announcing and repeating each other's names.

"So you're saying you came from another world?!"

"Hello!"

"Time travel? Aren't we supposed to handle things like that?!"

Wade grabbed the old cowboy, suddenly understanding the benefits of having a partner.

They're on our side!

So let's hurry up and arrest the outsider in front of us and interrogate him thoroughly.

"What does time travel have to do with us? The Underworld Police Department only deals with the dead. If you don't find it troublesome to write a report, you can talk to the higher-ups."

The old cowboy didn't even look at Wade and Deadpool.

He was simply staring intently at Eric Savin, or more accurately, his black briefcase, who had already entered the bank lobby.

coming.

A fat man approached, and he smelled of death; this was the target.

"cool."

"Are you on some kind of secret mission?!"

"I envy you so much. Not only did you die so beautifully, but you also had a proper job."

Deadpool lifted half of his hood, biting his lip with an expression of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

hateful……

This blond bastard is a third as handsome as I used to be!

"No way."

"If I continue to live, will I end up with an avocado head?!"

Wade stared in shock, his eyes wide, and grabbed his blond hair.

"That's great, I feel like I died a pretty good death now."

Living will make you ugly, but dying will allow you to remain beautiful forever.

Tut tut...

With his current identity as a member of the Underworld Police Department, Wade felt he had won.

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?!"

"I know the X-Men, and I even want to join the Avengers."

Deadpool hurriedly offered a defense for himself.

"want to?!"

"Anyway, I almost joined!!"

"Ugh, you annoying winner in life! Not only did you die more beautifully than me, but you also joined the Underworld Police Department, an organization I've never even heard of before."

"I really am..."

Deadpool punched his temples hard a few times, clearly showing that he was a little vulnerable.

But then he laughed.

"fine……"

"Luckily, I came here to kill you."

"Hey, the thought of chopping your head off right now makes me feel a lot better!"

"so……"

"Die, you bastard!"