Su Ming is a warrior, not a scientist researching the X Gene. If this guy can’t be killed, then just don’t kill him.
Studying the principles of phenona is a good idea, but if it doesn’t work, there’s no need to dwell on it.
"You grab his legs, and I’ll grab his hands, let’s turn his belly skyward!" Su Ming reminded Wade, as he already had a plan.
This mutant indeed has self-healing ability, but he seems too reliant on his power. He has no fighting techniques and his strength is crushed by both Deathstroke and Deadpool.
As long as we don’t destroy his body, just pin him down, what else can he do?
Deadpool imdiately lay on the ground, grabbing the opponent’s ankles. When the mutant intended to slash Deadpool, Su Ming chased from behind, seized the opponent’s wrist, and the symbiote extended several tendrils, firmly fixing him so he couldn’t twist.
The two exerted force together, lifting the enemy high instantly, this is a two-person version of the Overlord’s Cauldron Lifting.
"What next?" Deadpool asked Su Ming, tilting his head: "We caught him, now what? Send him to 10 Downing Street or Buckingham Palace?"
"Bang! Poof! Crash..."
The opponent exploded his belly again, instantly turning their insides and blood into rain, drenching the two, while the Magic Floating Cloak, reacting fastest, escaped from Su Ming’s shoulder before exploding, flying far away to observe.
The two were below the mutant, with the explosion’s recoil not even shaking their arms, continuing towards Dr. Holloway and the others.
"His superpower doesn’t make sense, and we have so irrational thods too, don’t we?" Su Ming tilted his chin, signaling Wade to continue forward. We’re a team with mages after all.
"Bang! Poof! Crash..."
Another blood rain poured down, with chunks of lungs and liver hanging on Su Ming’s head. The symbiote flowed over, wrapping around the pieces and consuming them, not sure how it digests, but it wiped over the Holy Statue Armor like a black towel, leaving it shiny new.
For a mont, Su Ming even considered keeping this mutant as food for the symbiote. It’s a never-ending supply. Raising a cat or dog costs money, let alone a symbiote.
However, this thought quickly dissipated because such an inhumane idea obviously ca from the symbiote.
Mutants in this era are already very pitiable because people lack scientific knowledge, they are often seen as monsters, abandoned by family, forced to hide in secret, or outright beco wayward and do bad things.
So even though these mutants are opponents now, they deserve a proper end.
Self-heal, be eaten, then self-heal again in a loop is too much. Without deep-seated hatred, Su Ming wouldn’t do such a thing.
Wade enviously looked at the symbiote pleasing Su Ming. He glanced down at his own uniform, full of holes and miscellaneous organ fragnts.
"Hey, Slade, can you wipe off too? This guy’s blood made my underwear damp, my Egg Egg told it doesn’t like this environnt, don’t bla it, it doesn’t see much blood and got scared, can you wipe it?"
Saying this, he walked ahead, wiggling his butt at Su Ming...
Su Ming closed his eyes with a shiver. If the symbiote really did that, it might die. Too disgusting.
"Don’t count on it, finish dealing with this guy, then find a place to sort yourself out."
"Bang! Poof! Crash..."
"Why are you so heartless? Lend your towel to little cousin, I’ll let you wear my underwear, sleep on my couch, even share my favorite xican burrito with you, one bite each, I don’t mind your towel’s dirt, even though it’s black."
"Bang! Poof! Crash..."
"Shut up, I’ll pay you more." Amidst the blood rain, Su Ming painfully bled, seemingly Deadpool found his weakness, which is fear of annoyance...
Eating a burrito with Deadpool, one bite each, better off dead, Su Ming now sowhat admires Vanessa, whoever dares claim this isn’t true love, Su Ming would hack them to death.
"Alright, but the money should include psychological damages. You hurt my feelings, at least ten thousand US Dollars of this era to heal it, also during the mission I want to stay at star-rated hotels, with room service kind."
"Bang! Poof! Crash..."
"There are no hotel star ratings in this era, everyone is busy fighting World War."
"Bang! Poof! Crash..."
"Uh, right, do you think we have a chance to visit the Wolf’s Den or Eagle Castle? If I can kill Xiaohuzi, take a photo and post it, I’ll beco a big hit."
"Bang! Poof! Crash..."
.......
Su Ming and Wade, carrying the mutant, slowly advanced, while Dr. Holloway and Monac in the corner looked sowhat helpless. From their perspective, the two seed to be carrying a parade float, with the float constantly launching fireworks.
The key is these ’fireworks’ are bloody and sticky.
"I heard Brazil has a carnival, and they use fireworks to decorate floats." Dr. Holloway reloaded bullets, holstered his revolver, and made small talk with Monac.
He felt a bit uncomfortable, wanting to divert his attention.
Monac saw this scene and thought of his tribe from hundreds of years ago. When they captured sacrificial animals, they too carried them through the jungle like this, before throwing them onto the altar for dark magic ceremonies.
The sa bloody horror, he never expected to see almost the sa scene hundreds of years later today.
This left him cold all over, unable to answer the doctor’s question for a while. After a long pause, he finally ca to his senses, squeezing out: "I’ve been there..."
"Oh? The scenery must be nice there, do your mages use caras?"
Dr. Holloway watched as the two ca closer. Deathstroke was very clean, but Deadpool had too many intestines wrapped around his neck, nearly tripping him several tis.
"We have magic to project mories played like a movie. Although it requires a casting cost, the pictures move like a film, want to see?"
Monac cald down. His tribe had long disappeared, but once more on the battlefield reminded him of past events.
He regained his composure and warmth, smilingly inviting Dr. Holloway to view his mories in Brazil, except it was from hundreds of years ago before they even had a carnival.
"Uh... here might not be suitable, how about next ti we rest?" The doctor shrugged, Su Ming and the others were about to reach him, as just now a piece of stomach fell onto his shoe tip.
"Sure, I have been to many places, wherever you fancy I could take you, just in an instant." Monac generously expressed no issue, he could open a teleportation gate without needing a suspended ring, he had a magic staff, popular among British Sorcerers.
As the ’flower car parade’ had so distance left, Su Ming called out the mage’s na: "Monac, summon a teleportation gate to the South Pole!"
Monac, without hesitation, pointed his staff in the air and recited an incantation. His way of opening gates differed from those at Kama Taiji.
Kama Taiji uses suspended rings to crazily draw circles, while he points a spot in the air and uses spells to construct a magic array, then like air rippling, it forms a hole.
There was no golden spark, just a border twisting, continuously rippling wormhole, looking ghostly eerie.
Su Ming saw that side, an expanse of frozen miles, the wind howling, snow grains rolling on the ice bigger than peppercorns, he knew it was done.
The mutant being carried obviously heard what he said, beginning to struggle fiercely, yet the symbiote held tight.
"Wade, let go!"
Su Ming shouted, coordinating with the symbiote to unleash force together, swinging like throwing a chain ball to hurl the mutant into the wormhole, watching the mutant’s horrified face fade away, bouncing like a stone skipping on the snow, his heart remained unmoved.
"Close the gate, Monac, we continue the mission."
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