Swish!
A sharp jitte blade suddenly pressed against Deadpool's throat.
Deadpool instantly stopped talking.
He obediently raised both hands and gave a dramatic Rooster Country military salute.
Today's daily achievement:
Interrupt Deadpool's endless chatter (1/1).
For Elektra, the result was immediate.
The world suddenly became peaceful.
Quiet.
Blessfully quiet.
She couldn't help wondering—
How had this man survived so long without being beaten to death?
Even though Elektra had never seen the movie A Chinese Odyssey, she suddenly felt that if she were locked in a room with the Monkey King from that film, they would probably bond instantly over their shared suffering.
They would complain about Deadpool for an entire day.
Perhaps…
After finishing Daredevil—
She should kill this idiot too.
That would save her the fifty-thousand-dollar commission fee.
The jitte blade, which had briefly moved away, pressed against Deadpool's throat again.
The sharp tip sliced slightly into his skin.
A thin line of blood appeared.
Elektra narrowed her eyes.
"You know me?"
Her voice was cold.
Deadpool looked relaxed.
"Of course I do."
"Matt talks about you all the time."
Elektra's eyes sharpened slightly.
Deadpool continued casually.
"He always says you're amazing."
"Fair skin."
"Beautiful face."
"Long legs."
"Curves in all the right places."
"Tiny waist."
"Perfect in every way."
He tilted his head thoughtfully.
"Well… except maybe your temper."
Elektra snorted coldly.
She withdrew the blade.
Then she hooked a chair with her leg and sat down.
But when she turned back—
She noticed something.
Deadpool was staring at her legs.
Unblinking.
Elektra's wheat-colored legs were long, powerful, and flawless.
"Had enough?"
Her voice was icy.
"If not…"
"I can dig out your eyes."
"And stick them back in your hands."
"Then you can look forever."
Deadpool coughed awkwardly.
"Ahem."
He reluctantly forced his gaze upward.
"To be honest…"
"I wouldn't mind that."
He scratched his head.
"Actually, it sounds a little tempting."
"But right now we should focus on the important business."
"Like killing Matt."
Deadpool paused internally.
Technically, if his eyes were removed…
They would grow back anyway.
But still.
Fifty thousand dollars was more important.
…And okay, maybe Matt's life was also slightly important.
Deadpool stared at Elektra curiously.
He tried very hard to keep his eyes from drifting downward again.
The law of gravity was cruel.
"Why do you want to kill him all of a sudden?"
Deadpool asked.
"You two have been in a love-hate relationship for years."
"But hiring someone to kill him?"
"That feels… excessive."
Elektra inhaled slowly.
Clearly trying to control her temper.
"This isn't just an assassination mission."
"Wait!"
Deadpool suddenly interrupted her.
Before Elektra could react—
He jumped off the sofa.
Then ran into the kitchen.
A few seconds later he returned.
With a bag of popcorn and a large cup of cola.
He sat down comfortably.
"You may continue."
Elektra stared at him.
Her mind briefly went blank.
How had this man not been beaten to death yet?
Suppressing her rising irritation, she spoke quickly.
"This is simple."
"He kidnapped my daughter."
Her eyes hardened.
"I need your help to rescue her."
"And then…"
"Kill him."
Deadpool had just placed a piece of popcorn into his mouth.
He froze.
"…That's it?"
Elektra nodded.
"That's it."
Deadpool slowly placed the popcorn on the table.
His face looked disappointed.
"This gossip is boring."
Then suddenly—
His eyes widened.
"Wait."
"Daughter?"
Deadpool leaned forward slowly.
"Matt has a daughter?"
His eyes sparkled with curiosity.
This gossip was incredible.
He shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth to calm down.
"Damn it, Matt."
"I thought we were brothers from different mothers."
"And you never told me this?"
Elektra folded her arms impatiently.
"Are you taking the mission or not?"
Deadpool sighed deeply.
"Boss…"
"You don't understand."
"The Matt you want to kill…"
"He is my closest friend."
"My brother."
Elektra interrupted him immediately.
"Forty thousand."
Deadpool instantly raised a hand.
"Stop!"
"I'll take the job!"
Deadpool sighed.
"These two really are perfect for each other."
"They deal with me exactly the same way."
He walked toward the bedroom.
"Don't misunderstand."
"I'm not greedy for money."
"Franklin is also my brother."
"I'm simply collecting portraits and relics of my brothers."
"For… sentimental purposes."
He paused at the door.
"Wait here."
"I'll change my equipment."
The truth was—
Deadpool didn't want to change in front of Elektra.
Not because of modesty.
But because he feared the achievement called 'Murdering Little Wade', which his system hadn't unlocked yet, might be completed right here by Elektra.
Unexpectedly—
Elektra said coldly:
"Change here."
Deadpool froze.
Then he shyly covered his face.
"This…"
"Is that really appropriate?"
"Hurry."
Elektra's patience was nearly gone.
The reason she didn't allow him to leave the room was simple.
She didn't fully trust Deadpool.
If he left, he might secretly warn Daredevil.
But she couldn't confront Daredevil alone either.
Elektra knew how powerful Matt was.
They had both been trained by Stick.
If she failed to rescue her daughter…
And got captured instead…
Everything would be over.
Her thoughts tangled together.
Unease crept into her chest.
Finally she sighed.
"Sigh…"
Deadpool looked up.
"Don't sigh."
"Sighing causes aging."
"Especially women who have already given birth."
Elektra immediately touched her face unconsciously.
Deadpool smirked.
"Women…"
A few minutes later—
Deadpool finished putting on his combat suit.
Two golden Desert Eagles hung proudly from his belt.
Elektra stood up silently.
Then walked toward the door.
"Wait!"
She turned back sharply.
Her eyes glared like knives.
"I swear…"
"I will cut out your tongue."
Deadpool raised both hands.
"Just one last question."
"I promise."
"Speak."
Deadpool clasped his hands together excitedly.
His eyes sparkled.
"Are you two lovebirds…"
"No wait."
"Family of three."
"Playing some new and exciting game?"
Elektra's voice exploded.
"NO!"
Deadpool continued eagerly.
"Then am I an important part of the game?"
"NO!"
Deadpool gasped dramatically.
"My God."
"I'm starting to feel excited."
Elektra nearly lost control.
She should never have let him speak.
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Meanwhile.
Chinatown.
Inside the Church of the Hand.
Boom!
Massive figures in red robes rampaged through the crowd.
They looked like living mummies.
Their strength was terrifying.
These creatures were the secret weapon of the Hand.
The Fist.
Moments earlier, the church leader Ten Fingers had stolen power from the Hand.
Before escaping, he had poured that power into ordinary believers.
Then he gave one final order.
Silence all witnesses.
No one who saw his failure could be allowed to live.
The Fist began slaughtering everyone present.
But suddenly—
A figure dropped from the upper floor.
Blindspot.
Midair, he activated his suit.
His body vanished instantly.
The invisibility suit blended him perfectly into the surroundings.
In a blink, he closed the distance.
Then—
BAM!
Blindspot delivered a powerful kick to the monster's back.
The impact echoed loudly.
"ROAR!!!"
The Fist stumbled forward several steps.
But…
It wasn't hurt.
Not at all.
The creature looked around wildly.
But it couldn't see its attacker.
Watching this, Blindspot's heart sank.
He knew exactly how strong that kick had been.
Even the recoil had made his legs numb.
Yet the monster seemed completely unharmed.
Not a single injury.
Blindspot suddenly realized something terrifying.
This battle…
Was far beyond his level.
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