William's gesture as he hung up the phone was like an elegant conductor.
As the last note of the symphony faded, he gently withdrew his baton.
But for Wade Wilson, that baton struck the most magnificent movement of his life.
"Money! It's in! Five hundred thousand! A full five hundred thousand U.S. dollars!"
Wade bounced like a spring after drinking fake alcohol, wildly jumping in the deep pit he himself had blasted out, completely disregarding his tattered uniform that was still emitting smoke.
He held his phone as if it were the most sacred relic in the World, kissing and licking the sparkling "$500,000.00" on the screen.
"Voiceover My Lord! Do you smell it? This is the smell of freedom! This is the smell of dignity! This is the smell of being able to add double, no, ten times the cheese and sour cream to My Lord's Mexico tortillas from now on!"
He excitedly waved his fists at the non-existent camera.
"I'm no longer that poor mercenary who needed handouts! I am Wade Wilson! A man worth five hundred thousand! Round it up, that's a hundred million!"
He began to plan his luxurious future on the spot.
"First step, I'm going to buy that pure gold toilet! It must be 24K! And it has to have a diamond the size of a pigeon's egg inlaid on the flush button! That way, every time I go to the bathroom, I'll have a sacred feeling of making a huge contribution to the World economy!"
"Second step, I'm going to buy the entire Mexico tortilla chain! I'm going to make them launch a Deadpool combo, buy a burrito, get a signed nude photo of me!"
"Third step, I'm going to make a movie about myself! I'll be the star! I'll be the director! I'm going to tie all those damn screenwriters to chairs and make them watch how I save the World! And there has to be lots of explosions and beautiful women! Budget? My budget is my bank account balance!"
He was so engrossed in his beautiful fantasies that he was practically drooling, completely unaware that a Shadow had silently appeared on top of a half-collapsed statue of a goddess not far behind him.
It was a Shadow shrouded entirely in pure White.
The White cape fluttered in the night wind, like a ghost descended from the Moon.
He was like a lamp in the darkness, a pure White, flawless canvas, completely out of place with the surrounding darkness and mess.
Moon Knight.
He was coldly watching the red madman jumping and bouncing below.
He had originally been on a routine night patrol, pursuing a gang selling illegal weapons.
But a strong, chaotic energy burst, followed by an explosion, led him here.
Then, he saw the scene before him.
A ravaged park, a huge deep pit, and a red and black lunatic babbling to the air.
"Punish him."
A majestic and ancient voice echoed in his mind.
That was his God, the Egyptian Moon God Khonshu.
"This creature is the embodiment of chaos, an enemy of order. His very existence is a blasphemy. Purify this land."
Marc Spector did not act immediately.
He was used to Khonshu's incessant chatter in his head.
He just watched silently.
He saw the bloodstains on the ground, felt the residual energy fluctuations in the air, and the almost infinite vitality in that red fellow…
This was a dangerous person.
"...Fourth step! I'm going to hire a band! To follow me twenty-four hours a day! To play a battle song when I make my entrance! To play canned laughter when I tell jokes! And when I go to the bathroom... to play 'The Blue Danube'!"
Wade's fantasies became increasingly outlandish.
Just as he was speaking excitedly, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
Not killing intent, but a kind of... scrutinizing gaze.
It was like during an exam, the invigilator standing behind you, silently watching you scratch your head.
Wade slowly turned around and saw the White Shadow standing on the statue.
He paused for half a second, then whistled.
"Oh oh! Look what we have here? A mummy who just escaped from a mental asylum? Or... are you here to sell laundry detergent?"
Moon Knight said nothing, just watched him silently.
"Hey, don't be so aloof!"
Wade waved at him.
"Your outfit is nice, very distinctive. It's just not very dirt-resistant. Believe me, buddy, White in a place like New York is a tragedy."
"You go out for five minutes, and you'll turn gray. If you encounter a rainy day again... tsk tsk, you'll become transparent, and your floral underwear will be clearly visible."
"He is mocking you, My Warrior. Rip his mouth."
Khonshu's voice was filled with anger.
Moon Knight still didn't move. He leaped down from the statue, landing silently about ten meters in front of Wade.
"The destruction here, was it your doing?"
His voice was hoarse and low, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.
"Destruction?"
Wade spread his hands, looking innocent.
"No, no, no, you misunderstood. I'm conducting 'urban landscape art re-creation.' Look at this pit, how deep, how layered, full of postmodern deconstructionist spirit. I call it 'The Power of Capital'."
"I'll say it again."
Moon Knight took a step forward, each step carrying an invisible sense of oppression.
"Was it your doing?"
"Alright, alright, it was me, okay?"
Wade impatiently dug at his ear.
"A green glow stick insisted on charging me. I thought to myself, I'm not a phone, so I reasoned with him a bit. You know, men's arguments always get a little loud."
"He is admitting his crime."
Moon Knight stopped, extended his hand from under his cape, and a crescent-shaped shuriken, gleaming with a cold, clear light, appeared between his fingers.
"You killed innocent people."
"Hey, hey, hey! You can eat whatever you want, but you can't just say anything!"
Wade's expression instantly became serious.
"I'm a mercenary with principles! I only kill those who deserve to be killed... or rather, those I'm paid to kill! That green power bank wasn't a good thing; he drained a lot of people, he was a big bad guy!"
"And you, are another."
Moon Knight's voice was devoid of any emotion.
In his opinion, Deadpool was no different from other villains; they all needed to be punished.
"Wow, are you labeling me? My Lord Judge?"
Wade laughed exaggeratedly.
"And who are you? Batman's cheap cosplayer? Or did some mental hospital forget to give you your medication? I'm telling you, I'm a rich man now, and I'm very busy. I don't have time to play these 'justice partner' make-believe games with you."
"Shut up."
"No, I won't! I still want to say! Your outfit really looks like a shroud! Do you particularly like Egyptian culture? Pyramids? The Sphinx? Or do you like the feeling of being mummified?"
The moment Wade said the word "mummy," Moon Knight's eyes changed.
"He knows. He has seen through your identity. Kill him, leave no one alive!"
Khonshu's roar almost shattered Marc's sanity.
"Whoosh!"
Responding to Wade was no longer words, but a silver streak of light that cut through the night sky!
The crescent shuriken, with a sharp whistling sound, spun and shot towards Wade's glabella!
"Holy crap! You can't win with words, so you resort to violence?!"
Wade tilted his head, and the shuriken grazed his mask, deeply embedding itself in the mud behind him.
"You soiled my uniform! Oh, I forgot my uniform is already rags, hehe."
"Do you know how much blood, sweat, and integrity I sacrificed to earn the money for this outfit?!"
Moon Knight did not answer, but instead rushed over with astonishing speed, his movements swift and deadly, like a White bird of prey pouncing on its quarry.
"You're serious!" Wade shrieked, drawing his dual katanas from his back.
"Clang!"
The dual katanas collided with Moon Knight's gauntlets, emitting a harsh clang of metal!
Sparks flew!
"Perfect! I just made a huge sum of money, and I was just wondering where to vent! I'll use you to consecrate my new toilet!"
Wade's eyes gleamed with excitement, his dual katanas whirling into a red whirlwind, meeting that cold, pure White.
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