In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

Seeing their captain get the short end of the stick, the rest of the team abandoned all pretense of chivalry and started ganging up on him.

Crazy Deadpool dusted himself off, dodged the electric pulse baton that attacked from behind with interest, grabbed an enemy lunging at him and flung him away, knocking down an enemy attacking from the side.

"Don't fight head-on!"

The senior special agent raised his pistol and emptied the magazine.

Instead of ignoring the bullets, Crazy Deadpool used his knife to slice them all in half.

Watching the specially made bullet fall, Crazy Deadpool raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess? A S.H.I.E.L.D. agent?"

After all, these guys are so professional that they don't seem like ordinary police officers or mercenaries, but more like S.H.I.E.L.D. agents—and strictly speaking, that's not wrong, since most of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are Hydra agents now.

The special agents did not respond to him. After witnessing Crazy Deadpool's close-combat abilities, they immediately downgraded their strategy from close-quarters combat to suppressing him with firepower.

A dozen special agents drew their carbon steel flamethrowers, attempting to temporarily restrict Deadpool's movements by using sustained high-powered fire.

Looking at the black holes aimed at him, Crazy Deadpool looked displeased, then pulled out a grenade, "...Hey, that's not fair."

"Fire!"

Bang—the grenade exploded, creating an anti-gravity field that sent the special operations team flying.

As the blade flashed, several special agents were cut in half at the waist.

Seeing the blood splattered all over the ground, the senior special agent, who had crashed heavily to the ground, contacted the other teams again, "Is the corrosive gel set up yet?!"

They entered in separate squads not only to expand the search area, but also with the idea of ​​"creating a favorable battlefield and laying a trap."

The result was that their team was directly confronted by Crazy Deadpool, while the other teams were completing their preparations.

Before the senior agents could give any further instructions, Crazy Deadpool's knife was already at his face.

"Captain! Please take care of my wife!"

At this critical moment, a figure rushed out and slammed Crazy Deadpool into a spot near the window.

"Your wife is leaking electricity..."

The senior agent instinctively raised his hand, but only managed to watch as the crazed Deadpool grabbed the agent by the neck and shielded him in front of him.

The sound of shattering glass rang out as an ion bomb flew in from outside the window, shattering the glass, blowing the upper body of the special agents to pieces, and also blasting Crazy Deadpool away.

The senior special agent stared blankly at yet another corpse of one of his team members.

Although his wife was leaking electricity and the size he bought was a bit small, the senior special agent still decided to follow her will.

"Everyone! Put on your helmets!"

The senior agent immediately removed the portable poison bullet, which contained a nine-headed... no, a man-made virus researched by scientists at Fortress of Tomorrow. It might not kill Crazy Deadpool, but it would definitely make him suffer terribly.

As the remaining team members threw out all their portable poison grenades, a toxic fog that permeated almost the entire jewelry area began to spread towards Crazy Deadpool from all directions.

After glancing at the poisonous fog, Crazy Deadpool shrugged, then used his teleportation belt to teleport away—he wanted to kill the others first and then come back to slowly kill these.

Although the senior special agents were somewhat unwilling to accept this, they quickly issued alert orders to the other teams.

They underestimated this madman. This madman has many weapons that their Deadpool doesn't have, and his fighting style is cold-blooded and ruthless, definitely much stronger than their freak.

……

Outside the shopping mall at this time.

"Achoo!"

Deadpool, covered in weapons, rubbed his nose. "Who's insulting me?"

"Never mind, let's get to work."

After all, they arrived a bit late, because the Los Angeles branch, which was only half-built, had not yet been equipped with a teleportation device—the talented people under Viper's command couldn't really switch to civil engineering all the time, could they?

Viper only urgently mobilized them when building the watchtower in order to save time. The remaining branch offices, although equipped with various high-tech facilities and built at a fast pace, still needed some time to complete.

Furthermore, the establishment of these branch offices was also carried out in a specific order. Those located in distant places were built first with more manpower and technology, and equipped with teleportation devices, such as branch offices located in other countries.

As for those that are nearby and can be reached by vehicle in a short time, the only options are to buy some buildings or simply use the original Hydra base in the area as a temporary base.

If the temporary base in Los Angeles were the original Hydra base, that would be fine, as it could still accommodate the teleportation device. But this Hydra base has already been destroyed.

So Deadpool had to come by fighter jet, but he didn't mind. After all, he had never been on a private jet before, and the feeling almost made him feel incredibly good.

Listening to the constant gunshots and explosions inside, Deadpool couldn't help but remark, "Youth is wonderful; you don't even turn on the lights when you're partying."

"Although this kind of flirting is a bit extreme, it's not like I can't play around with it, hehe."

Deadpool raised two machine guns with both hands. "I'm coming in, baby!"

The police officers who were originally outside the mall had already left by then, otherwise they would have been on the verge of a nervous breakdown if they had seen Deadpool.

By the time Deadpool hummed a little tune and went inside, Mad Deadpool had already killed most of the people.

A sharp, thud—the sound of a knife piercing flesh echoed in the deathly silent mall.

Crazy Deadpool ended the life of an assassin wearing optical camouflage with a single slash, then pulled out the knife and turned to look at Deadpool humming a tune.

"So you're the guy who caused trouble with my handsome face?"

Deadpool looked at Crazy Deadpool thoughtfully. "Don't you know this is Los Angeles, not Los Santos?"

"What's the difference?"

Crazy Deadpool chuckled. "It's all fake anyway."

"Fake?"

"Everything in this world is just something drawn by others; you and I are just characters in a comic book."

Crazy Deadpool casually flicked his longsword. "So I was just helping them get rid of their burdens... You're Deadpool too, you should understand me."

However, Deadpool looked at Crazy Deadpool with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot, "A character from a comic book? Please, that's from the last version. Are you still using 2G?"

"It seems you can't understand me."

Crazy Deadpool's tone was filled with disappointment.

Deadpool set up two machine guns, saying, "If you make me happy, maybe your old man Wade will listen to you."

"But not only did you not lick me, you also killed my Snake Sister's men. You've put me in a difficult position, you bitch!"