Wade felt like he had been dreaming for a very long time.
It was as if he had been placed in a petri dish after seeing that ugly puppet. He had to stay there for several months in a situation where he lacked oxygen but did not die. It was a hellish experience. Sometimes, he wished he could just bite off his tongue and die. But even when his mind was in chaos, an angelic woman still appeared in his mind.
Her appearance seemed to represent Wade's reluctance to leave this world. This damned world was too cruel, so even the slightest bit of beauty was worth pursuing.
Wade was such a person. He only lived for a few beautiful moments in his life, which supported him to not fall into despair.
For a moment, he felt his mind in a mess, as if he had been thrown into a fire. Was that damned Englishman going to kill him?
Had he finally lost his patience?
But why was it burning him? Damn it … He hated fire.
Swoosh!
He opened his eyes, but what he saw was no longer the glass that reflected his ugly face. Instead, he saw a luxuriously decorated ceiling. There were some patterns carefully made with gold leaf, and there was also a gorgeous crystal chandelier. The air was filled with the scent of osmanthus … Wait, maybe roses.
The bed under him was so soft, and even the pillow had a special fragrance, which allowed Wade's exhausted mind to be fully relaxed. He felt that he might have been in heaven … After going through so much hell, he finally …
Wait! Heaven!
“shit！”
Wade threw off the blanket and jumped up. He looked around and found that he was in an elegant bedroom. The furnishings were so lovely. He felt a chill on his body. He looked down subconsciously, and then cursed even louder.
“o，my！ How … how … "
Saber, Orolo, and Shauna were having breakfast. There were too many things to pack up when they came back last night. Just settling down the people who had been rescued took a lot of time. They were a little delirious after being abused for so long. In the end, Orolo had to inject them with sedatives to calm them down.
"Ha!"
But just as Saber was about to put a piece of meat into his mouth with his fork, the bedroom door was violently pushed open. A guy in purple pajamas jumped out from inside, holding a wooden stick that was removed from the cabinet. But when he saw the scene of a man and two women eating quietly, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Saber subconsciously turned his head away. He suddenly felt that he had made a mistake. The guy's miserable face had successfully made him give up on the idea of continuing to eat. Ororo could not help but put down the fruit in his hand. Shauna showed a frightened expression. Well, everyone knew that this child had some mental problems.
"Uh …"
Wade looked at the three pairs of eyes. For a moment, he did not know what to say. In fact, his mind was blank. It was only when he saw Fayde sitting at the side, drinking a glass of water with both hands that he screamed exaggeratedly.
"Ah! This is … this is the ugly puppet! "
Bang!
Fayde immediately threw the blanket in his hand aside, picked up a sharp fork, and pounced on Wade.
"What the f * ck did you say, you ugly freak? How dare you humiliate the handsome Master Fayde! I'm going to f * ck you up today! "
Bang!
The noisy puppet that jumped up was slapped to the side by Saber. The real boss of this place leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette. He looked at Wade, his eyes full of interest and curiosity.
"You … don't want to say anything? For the sake of rescuing you. "
After saying that, he looked at the wooden stick in Wade's hand and said disdainfully, "That thing can't protect you."
Wade scratched his head. Indeed, he didn't sense any malice from these fellows. So, he threw the wooden stick aside and rubbed his hands in embarrassment. His ugly, muscled, and bumpy face revealed an embarrassed smile. He stared at the breakfast on the table, swallowed his saliva, and walked over slowly. He pulled out a stool and sat on one side, unceremoniously grabbing a knife and fork to eat.
It looked like he hadn't eaten for years.
"My name is Wade, Wade Wilson. I'm from Canada. I don't have much to say about my story. To sum it up, I'm a poor young man who got a terminal illness and was tricked into going to a goddamn sadistic place for treatment. In the end, I escaped by accident."
He stuffed a big piece of steak into his mouth and said with a muffled voice.
"You guys saved me? Thank you very much, but I have to go back to New York first … "
A hint of gentleness flashed through his eyes, and then it turned into a playful look. "There's a girl waiting for me, and I have to go back and see her. Then, I'll kill Jax and come back to repay you guys … Yes, I'll do what I say."
"Oh right!"
He raised his head abruptly and spilled the juice of the salad all over the place. Orro stood up in disgust and sat on the sofa at the side. However, Wade didn't care at all. He looked at Seber seriously.
"Francis … No, I mean, Jax isn't dead, right?"
Saber shrugged as a regretful expression appeared on his face.
"He ran away. That rat ran really fast, but I think I'll catch him."
"Hahaha! This is great! "
Wade put the last bite of salad into his mouth and laughed as he slammed the table. "This is great! Leave him to me! I'll catch him, beat him up, and let him heal my face. Then, I'll give him a warm, comfortable, and cruel death! I'll let him know how much he 'took care' of me in the past two years! This is a f * cking great idea! Don't you think so, buddy? "
Seber nodded. He didn't care if Jax was dead or alive, and he didn't mind destroying the experiment site. He was more concerned about something else. He passed a cigarette to Wade, and Wade lit it up as if he was on a pilgrimage. He took a deep puff of the cigarette, and his body shivered as he laid down on the sofa; it felt like he was in heaven.
“OH！ OH！ My … Oh! This feeling is 10,000 times better than having an orgasm! I haven't had this feeling in more than two years … It feels like a lifetime! Ah! I saw God … I saw a naked angel … Oh! "
Oro couldn't stand it anymore. If Saber's hate index was 10, then this ugly man's hate index was 100 or even 1000; he was a walking mental pollution source. She glared at Saber, grabbed Shauna who seemed to be interested in Wade, and walked into her bedroom, leaving the two men to continue their conversation.
After Oro left, Saber squinted his eyes. The moment he put out the cigarette, he picked up the table knife on the table as fast as lightning, took two steps forward, and stabbed it into Wade's heart. As he felt the warm blood on his hand, he took a step back and sat back on the chair. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his hand.
Wade didn't scream; he was only woken up from his dazed state. He looked at Saber in confusion, and then he looked at the table knife in his heart. As if he was terrified, he held his face with his hands like a woman and screamed.
"Oh my god! Look at what you've done! My heart … Oh, no! It hurts … I can feel it … Ah, I'm going to die! "
After he finished speaking, he fell to the ground with a thud, but it didn't surprise Saber at all. A few seconds later, Wade jumped up from the ground and pulled the table knife out of his heart, ignoring the blood splattering everywhere. He took out a cigarette from Saber's cigarette box, lit it, and sat cross-legged on the sofa, looking at Saber in boredom.
"You seem to know me very well … Look at the way you look at me, like I'm gay. Don't fall in love with me! I already have someone I love! "
Saber's face immediately showed a look of disdain.
"I might like a man, but it's definitely not you … Look at your face, it's like Freddy had too much to drink and took a dump on the map of Utah. It's f * cking disgusting, but you're right, I do know you very well …"
He looked at Wade, narrowed his eyes, and the red light in his eyes flashed, representing Saber's rapid thinking. After a while, he spat out a name.
"Weapon X!"
"Huh? Who is that? It sounds very handsome. "
Wade was also curious. He looked at Saber with an unconcealable desire for knowledge in his eyes. "Tell me, tell me ~ I can't help but want to know the story behind this name."
Saber picked up another table knife from the table, put it in front of his eyes, and looked at the cold light reflected by the blade.
"That's a secret plan. The purpose is to create a real killer comparable to the most powerful Mutants. I … I was also a part of it. I thought Stryker had created the perfect Weapon X he wanted, but after seeing you, I suddenly realized … You are the kind of material he really wants!"
"Puff!"
The table knife pierced Saber's heart, and he spread out his hands as if nothing happened. "Unfortunately, he will never be able to wait, so this name lost its meaning. Now, let's talk about you, Wade. I'm more concerned about some things in Jax."
He took a deep breath and looked at Wade, who stretched out his hand and pulled the table knife out of his heart, curiously looking at the rapidly healing bloody hole.
"I don't believe that there is only one General Wood behind Stryker's experiment. Tell me, and then you can leave and do what you want to do."
"Okay."
Wade nodded and stabbed the table knife into Seiber's heart again. It was the same position as before. He sat cross-legged on the sofa and propped up his chin with one hand as if he was recalling something. After a while, he spoke, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, but I'm sorry.
After a while, he said, "If what you said is true, then that Stryker shouldn't be the only collaborator of Jax … When I was being tortured by that sadist, I heard some things. The people they found were all terminally ill like me, and they promised that they could cure them and turn them into superheroes. However, we were fooled … They were only creating super slaves."
"Huh?"
Saber leaned forward curiously. The table knife was still in his heart, and it was strange no matter how he looked at it. What Wade said piqued his interest.
"Tell me more about it."
"They injected us with a serum, and they called it 'inducement'. Then, they tortured us crazily. It was said that this serum was used to make our bodies feel threatened, and it would speed up the process of mutation. However, only one out of ten people could successfully mutate. Therefore, in the past two years, I sent away at least 300 'companions', and they tortured them to death because they couldn't mutate. Fire, electricity, poison, all kinds of crazy things you can think of, and water torture … I will never forget that feeling."
As if Wade was telling someone else's story, his emotions didn't fluctuate much. However, the playful expression on his face disappeared, and it was replaced by a hint of hatred.
"As for the people who successfully mutated, it was the beginning of another ordeal. They would put explosive collars on them, and some of them would be implanted with microchips. Then, they would sell them to other people. I don't know who the buyers are, but they are a bunch of rich people and warlords. They use these super slaves to fight wars, suppress innocent people, and even take them out as toys. I was special … I didn't know why before."
He raised his head and glanced at Saber. There were too many things in that glance.
"But now I know. There was a period of time when he seemed to be ready to send me away, but for some reason, he stopped. Maybe it was because of that damned 'Weapon X'. That's all I know. Oh right, I still remember the guy who tricked me in. He was dressed like Agent Smith. He told me that he was from some damned 'Strategy and Logistics Bureau'. I wanted to find him, cut off his penis, and stuff it into his mouth! I swear! "
"Wait!"
Saber raised his finger, interrupting Wade's narration.
"Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Bureau, right?"
The long string of complicated words came out of Saber's mouth, and Wade's eyes widened. "Yes, that's it! How do you know? "
"Hehe … Not only do I know, but I and they …"
A cold glint flashed across Saber's eyes. "We're old acquaintances."
He stood up with a smile, pulled the table knife out of his heart, and threw it aside. He stretched his neck and said to Wade, "I saved you. You owe me one, right?"
Wade nodded reluctantly. He said with a bitter face, "Why don't I help you f * ck, and we'll call it even? I'm good at it! Trust me! "
Those shameless words made Saber raise his eyebrows. He took a deep breath.
"Damn it, you disgusting guy. You're going to New York, so I asked you to do something for me. By the way, I'm curious. How do you feel after becoming Superman?"
"Wow, speaking of this super benefit, I can't help but want to say that my brother has become three …"
"Enough! Damn it! You disgusting chatterbox! Shut up! "
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