Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
At Frank’s command, Black Bear, who had been quiet since the beginning of the operation, finally launched his first attack today.
Thump! Bang!
There was a dull noise, followed by a violent bang as Damon, who was next to a building, immediately fired.
He wasn’t in a hurry. He entered the building, exited on the other side, and retreated to an alley corner.
In two seconds, he melted back into the surroundings, as if he didn’t exist.
As an expert sniper, second only to both Luke and Frank, Damon had been given a separate mission from the very beginning.
He didn’t need to proactively clean up the Chitauri soldiers; he even had to manfully resist from getting involved. All he needed to do was snipe.
That was because Damon’s only target was the big, worm-like Chitauri battleships.
Taking one down was far more valuable than taking down a hundred small soldiers.
After all, there might be many Chitauri soldiers, but they weren’t too strong; slightly more powerful thermal weapons could already do them harm.
On the other hand, this worm-like battleship was a combat unit that most superheroes would find hard to destroy.
Destroying one ship would significantly reduce the enemy’s combat ability, which was very cost-effective.
After Damon attacked, Frank immediately took cover. He paid close attention to the first battleship that came out.
Five Chitauri fliers fixed their eyes on him. They surrounded him from two directions, and the soldiers fired high-energy plasma beams.
There was impatience on Frank’s cold face. “Annoying little bugs.”
The armor looked cumbersome with the add-ons, but Frank dropped to the ground and broke into a run, causing the five fliers to miss.
They banked sharply, slowing down slightly as they turned to face him.
Frank turned around and fell back in a half-crouch as the two machine guns on his shoulders fired.
The five fliers blew up before they could react.
Frank didn’t even look at them at all. He was still staring at the sky.
A tiny burning streak shot straight at the head of the battleship at an unimaginable speed.
The big worm suddenly paused, and visible flames burst throughout its body.
With a loud bang, the first Chitauri battleship to enter Earth’s airspace exploded, scattering countless small burning fragments, like dazzling fireworks.
In the communication channel, Mindy shouted excitedly, “Yeah, long live Black Bear! 100 points!”
At that moment, Bobo finally let Wade say something. “100 points?”
Mindy said excitedly, “That big worm is worth 100 credits. All of us have a tag next to our names. I only have 18 points. Huh? You only have 12? Too weak, Deadpool.”
Wade was dumbfounded. “What? What are these points?”
Bobo blocked him again and directly answered, “This is a rule that the commander and Batman came up with; it’s the last point of note in the special forces handbook.”
“Ah, do I need to read that too?” Wade was dumbfounded. What points of note? Wasn’t it all nonsense? In any case, he wouldn’t die.
He hadn’t been able to slack off during the tactical training under Frank and Luke’s watchful eye. He still had a wife to go home to, a free yacht, and a place by the sea. It would be a waste if he didn’t play around! He didn’t have time to look at some points of note or whatever.
Bobo told him what to pay attention to.
The points were related to the type and number of enemies killed. Currently, each Chitauri soldier was worth one point, the flatbed flying machine itself was worth two points, and the big worm battleship was worth 100 points.
It was also currently the highest-ranked unit in the Chitauri army.
It was like Damon being the one to take the head of the boss of a group.
That was why Mindy had cheered.
However, Wade didn’t care about this at all.
Bobo seemed to know what Wade was concerned about, and read out the next rule.
The points were part of the team’s reward system, and could be used to request help from the others.
Also, all team members had agreed to help out as much as possible to complete their objectives.
That wasn’t the main point. The main point was that the second rule had an additional clause — the points could also be converted into cash, and one credit point was equivalent to 500 dollars.
Wade’s eyes widened when he heard that. “What? Cash?”
Bobo said without any hesitation, “Yes, 500 dollars for each credit point. Also, Mr. Batman said that this is a temporary thing. After the war, this exchange rate can be increased since money isn’t important to him.”
Wade’s eyes turned red when he heard that. He turned to look at the Chitauri soldiers who were buzzing around like flies. “How is money not important? And it can be increased!”
With that, he shot out.
Previously, he had only cut down the Chitauri soldiers with his blades and shot a few more guys who weren’t dead yet.
At that moment, he no longer wanted to use the double blades that he was most familiar with. Instead, he immediately took out two pistols from his legs and fired at a flier not far away.
Boom!
It blew up.
“1,000!” Wade flew through the air and fired at the three soldiers that had just fallen to the ground. “500, 500, 500.”
Bobo reminded him in a timely manner, “Mr. Deadpool, I’ll automatically record the results for you. In addition, you can summon add-ons which complement your suit.”
Wade slapped himself in the face and yelled, “I’m a d*mn idiot!”
He hadn’t been slacking off. He basically completed the tasks assigned to him. Otherwise, Frank would’ve long warned him about his behavior.
But after years of fighting, he had become more than willing to take it easy.
Putting on a suit was fine, but Wade didn’t like the big and clumsy external add-ons, so he hadn’t used them. In any case, it was enough just to complete the tasks assigned to him.
Now that he was in desperate need of money, the gaudiness of these add-ons was nothing.
When the two machine guns appeared, Wade was overjoyed and sped up.
The two machine gun add-ons opened fire and blew up a flier in the first instant. Wade swiftly drew close and fired at the fallen soldiers.
Those who weren’t dead couldn’t be counted as points, and no points meant no money. So, these guys had to die!
As he took down the Chitauri fliers and soldiers one by one, Wade kept muttering, “500, 500, 1,000, 1,000…”
