bookbashuk Chapter 28 Deadpool and Toshio, a Midnight Showdown
Chapter 28 Deadpool and Toshio, a Midnight Showdown
Under the cover of night, no one will be coming to change shifts at the Freeport Wharf tonight.
Several bonfires were lit, illuminating the surrounding figures.
They were definitely not dressed as dockworkers; men and women seeking nightlife had appeared in a place that didn't belong to them.
Like a crazy party, these people are dancing wildly to the beat of the loud music.
however……
Beneath the frenzied performance of everyone lies a blank, empty gaze deep within their eyes, as if their souls have been ripped away, leaving only puppets controlled by invisible threads, filled with absurdity and strangeness.
"Let's have some fun, yeah, that's more like it."
The host of tonight's dockside party, Zebdia Kilgrave, lay languidly on the sofa, with several women nestled around him as if they were attending a swimsuit party.
"You can't do this to me! If I die, Boss Hammerhead will never let you get away with this!"
In front of him stood an annoying bald fat man.
As the official head of the Freeport Terminal, his real backer was the Magia gang from Hell's Kitchen.
"A hammer?!"
Kilgrave chuckled, gracefully sat up, and casually kicked away the woman who was in his way.
"What kind of person is he? A third-rate leader who treats his stubbornness as a special ability."
"If it weren't for Kim Jae-suk, I would have killed him long ago."
"If you like it that much... then go for it!"
Kilgrave simply snapped his fingers, and the bald, fat man lost control of his body.
He watched helplessly as he walked all the way to the wooden stakes beside the dock.
Then, again and again, he rammed his bald head against it hard.
Bang bang bang!
The cruel sounds continued relentlessly, unabated even as flesh was torn apart. Those present trembled instinctively, but…
Without the order of the true master of this place, no one can stop all of this.
"Ha ha!"
Kilgrave burst into laughter upon seeing this; he loved the feeling of being in control.
Kingpin is dead, and New York is without a master. Not to mention, he has received information that a powerful figure will support the gold. Tonight is the important day for Kilgrave to return to New York and create his own empire!
"Everything is perfect."
Just as Kilgrave was reveling in his own glory, a mercenary burst in from outside the docks to report.
"Sir, a strange object was salvaged from the returning ship."
"It looks like... a treasure chest?!"
……
Huge searchlights shone down, illuminating the entire dock as bright as day.
A heavy mahogany coffin lay quietly on the ground, its dark red wood gleaming with an eerie luster. Several thick chains were tightly bound around the coffin, and the lid was covered with characters that looked like scribbled symbols.
This thing...
It looked ominous, and Kilgrave hesitated.
"Go and open it."
Kilgrave frowned and assigned the task.
Behind him, a blond mercenary, wielding two swords and wearing a red bodysuit, stepped forward. With a sharp crack, the thick chain was cleaved in two, followed by a loud bang as the heavy coffin lid was pushed to the ground.
At the same time, the blond mercenary peeked slightly into the coffin.
"Hehehe~"
In an instant, a gale howled on the dock, and a burst of silvery laughter rang out.
"What the hell?!"
Kilgrave was horrified as he watched in horror as the mercenary, who could cut through bullets, was suddenly pulled into the coffin.
Immediately afterwards...
The surging black hair, like a tidal wave, seemed to engulf the dock as if it were covering the sky.
"Ahhh..."
The piercing screams were muffled in his throat, pouring into his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
"No, no, no, help, help me..."
Kilgrave, smug and eager to take control of everything, even New York, discovers that his prized abilities are utterly useless.
He had no control over anything; all the puppets under his control were quickly destroyed.
Including himself.
On the dock, all that remained was a mass of rotting flesh, still twitching, wrapped in layers of black hair.
[You have awakened from your slumbering coffin and gained a small amount of Mischief Points.]
[Your first encounter with Wade Wilson earned you a small amount of Mischief Points.]
You killed Wade Wilson, pulled off a deadly joke, and earned a large number of Mischief Points.
You strangled the entire Freeport docks...
[You killed the Purple Man Zebdia Kilgrave, completing a deadly joke and earning a large number of Mischief Points]
……
As night fell, a woman wearing sunglasses walked and made a phone call in the darkness.
Strangely...
She used a one-of-a-kind seventeen-fold apple, which was truly unique.
"Hey Zhao, you finally answered the phone! What's the meaning of your long absence?!"
Following Ma Xiaoling's voice, a man's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"The plan has changed; you don't need to worry about the stone slab anymore."
What?!
This guy even dared to mention the stone slab to me.
"It was none of my business. When I arrived, the stone tablet was no longer in New York."
"Prometheus's Secret".
"Now that the Demon King has been born, as the 40th generation descendant of the Ma family of the Exorcist Dragon Clan, I must go and see him no matter what."
"you……"
Ma Xiaoling was about to speak again, but the man beat her to it.
That's your choice.
"Whatever happens to you in New York after that is none of my business."
What does that mean?!
Ma Xiaoling was slightly taken aback. Her tone was so resolute—had something changed?
"Explain yourself clearly."
"Is it unrelated to you, the ferryman, or is it related to the underworld behind you...?"
"None of that matters!"
"That's all for now. I'll call you again if anything comes up."
The call ended abruptly.
Ma Xiaoling tapped the screen, but when she tried to call again, the contact list had been blocked.
"You bastard, you stood me up and you're still so self-righteous."
"So what if you're a ferryman? You think the underworld is so powerful? You think you can mess with me? Believe me or not, I'll report you!"
Ma Xiaoling gritted her teeth in anger.
She traveled all the way to New York, but not only did she not earn a single penny, she even started losing money!
After wandering around for several days, all I got was this broken apple; I didn't get anything else.
This deal was a total rip-off!
Ma Xiaoling angrily folded the seventeen-folded paper back into her bag, rolling her eyes as if she wanted to roll them to the sky.
Meow~
At the same time, a cat's meow echoed through the deserted street.
As Ma Xiaoling turned her head, a black cat came into view through the blurry reflection of her sunglasses.
"Kid, running around like that in the middle of the night!"
Ma Xiaoling took two steps forward and, in the dead silence, entered the Freeport Wharf.
"Hey, it's my turn, it's my turn, watch out..."
As soon as she entered, Ma Xiaoling discovered the reason why Saeki Toshio hadn't returned home all night.
A fun-filled ball-throwing game is underway.
A man wearing a red bodysuit and carrying two swords is playing a game of picking off each other's heads with a kid with a watermelon-shaped head.
Throw it, throw it!
Coupled with the surrounding corpses and severed limbs, and the thick smell of blood and decay in the air, the whole scene appears quite bizarre.
At the same time, Ma Xiaoling received a notification.
[Your first encounter with Deadpool, a strange "battle of wits," earns you a small amount of Mischief Points]