Superman from the comics: Starting with the Black Robe

Chapter 219 Deadpool and Wolverine

Chapter 219 Deadpool and Wolverine

Joey spent a significant amount of time arguing with Iron Man why "Illuminati" shouldn't be the name of their secret society.

Even after the three of them formed this secret society, they shouldn't have done so at all.

After realizing he couldn't possibly win an argument against an alien whose mind worked faster than a supercomputer, Tony finally admitted his mistake:

"I suddenly realize you're right, Joey."

He shouldn't have started any secret society among the three of them in the first place. Instead, he should have said, "Hey, you guys in black over there, wanna join me in building a super cool secret underground organization?"

Tony should have thought of this earlier. From any perspective, Joey doesn't seem like the kind of person who can keep things to himself. Who would pull him into the core of the secret?

The person dressed all in black, looking like a bat, was dark enough just from his appearance. The moment he infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D., he started stealing data from the internal network, which was exactly what Iron Man wanted. This person was definitely qualified.

"No, a secret can only be called a secret when you are all alone."

Faced with Iron Man's invitation, Batman, who had been reluctant to talk to anyone from the beginning, finally spoke up, and of course, he refused without hesitation.

In Batman's eyes, "secret" and "society" are two words that are fundamentally impossible to put together logically.

"Once you start building a secret team, you'll soon have no secrets left."

"I understand, you see yourself as a lone hero who doesn't want to make friends."

Tony, frustrated by his failure to find a suitable partner for the "underground organization" game, was about to unleash his emotions on the socially awkward Batman when a notification sounded, and the data they had stolen from S.H.I.E.L.D. was finally decrypted.

With a whoosh, all three faces were pressed against the largest screen, with Tony's voice being the loudest:

"Let me check first!"

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s surface database certainly doesn't contain all the secrets, but aside from some extremely high-class special entities, the three of them were free to peruse all the other classified information.

"Get out of the way, this is a graphical interface! Can't you two find anything here?!"

Using his slight advantage in strength, Joey pushed aside the two people who were crowding around to fight for control of the keyboard and began his search.

Search keywords: X-Men.

Result: 0.

Search results for the keywords Charles Xavier, Max Eisenhardt, and Logan are 0.

"Hiss~"

Although the result was not unexpected, it still gave Joey a huge headache.

In a multiverse, anything is possible. A Marvel universe without the X-Men wouldn't be surprising, but it depends on the circumstances.

For example, right now.

Search keywords: Hank Pym.

Keywords found: Henry Jonathan Pym, Ant-Man, 1931-1968, deceased.

If Joey's math is correct, then Hank Pym, the Ant-Man in this universe, only lived to be thirty-seven years old.

cause of death?

Result: 0.

Just as Joey was about to look up more details, he found that there was very little information available.

In 1968, the era of transition from paper to computers, this content was probably stored in an unknown underground bunker as paper archives, rather than being put into an electronic database.

This proves the saying: the best way to prevent hacking in the world is to unplug the network cable.

No matter how inefficient paper records are, they have one advantage that electronic records can never match: they can't be stolen by people with "ulterior motives" like Iron Man or Batman.

"How many times have I told you, this is 'safekeeping,' a superhero's business, how can you call it stealing!"

Tony felt hurt by this argument: "Besides, it's like you're sticking to your principles without any regard for them."

Joey was clearly the one who watched the most enthusiastically out of the three, but now he and Batman have become the villains!

Joey's highly targeted inquiry reminded Batman of their previous conversations:

"It seems you do know a lot of things we don't. Is there anything you'd like to share?"

Just a few days ago, Joey had told himself that in the world he came from, Batman was just a character in a comic book, so it's possible that Iron Man is the same for Superman.

This makes it possible for Superman to know almost all the secrets in the world.

"No, thank you." Yang Yi refused without hesitation.

It's not that he's unwilling to share, but rather that empiricism can be deadly:

"No matter how much I knew back then, I never imagined that the Kryptonians in our universe would end up fighting an interstellar war with Oa's Green Lantern Corps within the solar system."

Many things Joey knew might be wrong, and the place he had come to was not the universe where most stories took place.

Moreover, the so-called "historical context" was definitely thrown into disarray the moment Joey got involved.

Just like the "butterfly effect," the flapping of a butterfly's wings in Brazil could potentially trigger a deadly tornado in Texas.

Moreover, Superman's influence on the world extends far beyond just being a butterfly.

What's most troubling right now is that "history" might have already gone awry before Joey even got involved.

Having already suffered a loss at the hands of that damned Barry Allen once, Joey finally discovered today that he had already suffered the same loss a second time:

"Damn idiot Wolverine!"

"Baby, you're the cutest Wolverine in the multiverse!"

A glowing yellow portal opened, and Wolverine, one of the X-Men, stepped out silently, traversing through a ruin on the outskirts of Brooklyn.

In stark contrast to the silent Wolverine is Deadpool, the sycophant and tagalong who follows him around like a lapdog.

At this moment, Deadpool was showering the mutant with compliments:

"You're a great hero who saved the world! No matter what you do, I'll always be there for you!"

"I've returned to my own universe." Wolverine felt Deadpool's usefulness to him had reached its limit, and decisively gave him the boot.

"You're no longer useful to me, get lost, Deadpool."

As for the "anchored person" that Deadpool from this parallel universe mentioned, what does that have to do with him?

"Stop." — A Death Servant snatched the camera from the photographer beside him:

"In case anyone doesn't know what an 'anchor person' is, let me explain it to you."

"In short, it's a role essential for the universe to maintain its existence; you can think of it more like the protagonist in a story."

"Just like there has to be Captain America in a Captain America movie, there has to be Superman in some darker universes, and Robert Downey Jr. can't be missing from some Mickey Mouse universes with total box office of tens of billions."

"Without anchors, these universes lose their meaning and rapidly decline."

"My universe is currently missing such an existence—it's all that damn stupid Wolverine's fault!"

However, respecting the dead is paramount, and Deadpool, who has already dug up the grave of Wolverine in his own universe, will no longer blame the other party.

The most urgent task is to find a Wolverine from another parallel universe to fill the void, otherwise the existence of Deadpool's own universe will be in grave danger.

It seems that most Wolverines in the universe are typical scoundrels; not a single one is willing to cooperate on such a small matter.

The same applies to this one. Seeing the other party so ruthlessly pull out his hair, Deadpool, who had always used sweet words to disguise his true nature, suddenly stopped pretending:

"You ungrateful beachhead! I pulled you out of the spacetime turbulence and brought you back to your own universe. Shouldn't you thank me?"

"You insisted on doing it yourself." Wolverine remained noncommittal: "I didn't ask you to do it."

"you!!!"

Realizing that his search for Wolverine had once again been fruitless, Deadpool opened a portal and prepared to leave:

"Suit yourself. This is the multiverse, and I have countless Wolverines to choose from. One day I'll find the right one!"

Until, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a familiar figure outside the ruins on the edge of the city:

"OMG—isn't that our universe's MVP?"

A red and blue uniform, a bouncy bottom, spiderwebs swaying between the wrists—

Deadpool, his voice booming, gave Wolverine the middle finger: "Fuck you, Logan! I don't need you anymore!"

Deadpool has found the right person, and someone much more reliable than Wolverine.