Superman from the comics: Starting with the Black Robe

Chapter 31 Visitors from Another World

The all-night party for the G-Men continues.

Even though the gathering was originally conceived as a solemn and respectful memorial service.

When you gather a bunch of sons of bitches, drug addicts, promiscuous men, and sex offenders together, you should know what kind of situation it will develop into.

But in a corner where no one was paying attention, a yellow light flashed, and a furtive figure in red and black had already quietly sneaked into the manor.

Saying it was an infiltration isn't quite accurate. At that moment, Deadpool was pulling off his silly hood, revealing half of his pockmarked, ugly face as he swaggered around the banquet, indulging in food and drink.

"This face is just a little unique, that's all. You bunch of loser writers have never shown me any respect once... But then again, what the hell is this universe anyway?"

Deadpool recently swindled a time capsule from his good friend Cable that allows him to travel through time and teleport, and he's also borrowed some amazing gadgets from Darth Micky that can traverse the multiverse.

Fortunately, the newly borrowed Mickey Mouse gadgets don't require chanting any magical spells like "Mickey Mouse, Mickey Mouse, Mickey Mouse" when used, otherwise Deadpool's R-rated persona, built up over a lifetime, would have been ruined.

He is currently traversing the multiverse, eager to find his lifelong best friend Wolverine and save the world together.

"Not really. To be honest, there's no rush. The editorial department can come up with twenty or thirty sloppy stories about the world being on the verge of collapse every year, so my little bit won't make a difference."

Deadpool stuffed everything he could get his hands on onto the banquet table into his mouth as if he hadn't eaten in a century, attracting the attention of several people around him.

"Because I really did escape from a post-apocalyptic world, where the only edible thing was corpses!"

The burly man in armor with a Spartan helmet on his head noticed the commotion Deadpool had caused. He was the "War Lord," the captain of G-style, and so he made a few disparaging remarks about this rude member:

"Where did you come from, you coward? Your branch doesn't even provide enough food! Don't look like a starving ghost!"

Deadpool, who was enjoying a free meal, heard a familiar yet unfamiliar term again, leaving him completely bewildered:

"What the hell is the G-Men? Has Professor Charles Xavier finally decided to take his mother's last name, along with his wheelchair?"

But none of that matters. What matters is that I've definitely come to the right place; I'm sure I can find Wolverine here.

Deadpool, drawing a parallel to this, casually suggested the team name "G Factor." After all, the X-Men... oh wait, the G-Men doesn't really have any entry requirements, and the fact that someone like Wolverine can join is strong evidence of that.

In such a bloated organization, who would remember the faces of hundreds of members?

What's more, he himself is shameless.

"I didn't say that!"

After Deadpool had eaten and drunk his fill, he began to look around and soon spotted a familiar figure in the banquet.

That imposing physique, those strong arms, that gleaming skin, and that firm, all-metal buttocks—with a smack, Deadpool slapped the other man's backside:

"Hey Colossus! Have you seen Wolverine yet?"

Stack turned to look at this clueless fringe member who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He barely managed to resist the urge to smash the guy's head with his metal fist. He silently remembered Professor G's earlier advice and decided not to stoop to the level of this idiot junior.

"You've had too much to drink, kid. This is New York, not Canada. There are no wolverines here. And besides, my name is 'Stack,' you shark-armed bastard!"

"Stack?"

To be honest, Deadpool thinks his good buddy's name in this universe is pretty rubbish, but a superhero's name is like a stage name; you can just change it.

I used to be known as Green Lantern, but that was even worse and almost ruined my entire superhero career.

Deadpool continued to wander through the banquet, quickly finding his purpose: a more familiar figure. To avoid getting another stab to the kidneys, Deadpool opted for a gentler greeting:

"Hey Logan! It's me, Deadpool!"

Hiding in a corner, drinking alone in silence, Earth Eagle glanced sideways at this unfamiliar fellow. He had absolutely no recollection of the black and red uniform and the grotesquely ugly face.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Wow~" Deadpool's expression instantly became incredibly interesting when he saw Earthhawk's attire and the two giant hammers in his hands. He was even more tense than Mighty King at that moment:

"Hahahaha! Wolverine with two hammers on his hands, are you called Hammerhead Wolf in this universe? I have to say, you're the most overpowered version of Wolverine I've ever seen. Let me take a picture and send it to you later..."

With a swift swing of his hammer, Earth Eagle smashed Deadpool's head, shattering it and splattering his brains. Deadpool, now unconscious, ended his first night in this world.

When Deadpool regained consciousness, he had no idea when it happened. He seemed to be in a basement, and a woman who looked as white as a ghost was dragging her leg toward an incinerator not far away.

"Seriously, this is just too weird! What kind of X-Men from which universe would just kill and burn bodies without a second thought? This is my job!"

Deadpool's mutterings caught Mirror Girl's attention. Her pupils contracted, she turned and swung her claws, her long nails aimed straight for Deadpool's throat.

Deadpool used a rabbit kick to send Mirror Woman flying five meters away, and in a flash, he found his pair of longswords:

"Next time the writers have the villains looting equipment, could you please search them more thoroughly? The only valuable thing I have is this teleportation watch on my waist, so you can just pretend you didn't see it?"

Mirror Woman charged forward again. She was a ruthless killing machine created by Professor G, a cleaner who did dirty work in the shadows, and the last resort for the G-Men. Even if the other party came back to life, she could kill him again!

Swish swish swish~

Deadpool swiftly brought his blade down, ending the predictable battle in an instant, leaving behind only a pile of bloodied, lifeless pieces.

"The combat in this world feels pretty good, a bit like Fruit Ninja."

Now, let Deadpool find out what's going on inside this weird G-Men.

~~Ring ring~~

Professor G John Gododkin's phone rang again.

Professor G glanced at it and saw it was Madeline Stillwell.

This bitch has been relentlessly pursuing him lately, and Professor G even suspects that she was secretly instigating Nubia and Silver Woman's betrayal a while ago.

If I hadn't cleaned up my own mess in time, G-Men would probably have been ruined. Now she's calling just to bring up last night's incident and rub salt in my wounds.

After much deliberation, Professor G, prepared for a significant financial blow, answered the phone:

"Madeline, what happened last night was purely accidental. Like Vought's other superheroes, my kids sometimes make mistakes that even men make..."