Chapter 109: The Death a Lady Deathstrike Deserves
Wade and Agent Zero fought all the way up to a suspended catwalk.
The sharp dagger left multiple cuts on Wade's body. He growled, "You crazy bastard, hurry up and help out!"
The walkway was flanked by steel railings, limiting Wade's ability to maneuver his dual blades, putting him at a disadvantage.
Without hesitation, he leapt off, opting to fight on more open ground.
Agent Zero vaulted over the railing and followed close behind.
Thud!
Agh…
A steel rod skewered Agent Zero from below, running clean through his body.
"I've been waiting for you,"
Allen appeared out of thin air, grinning wickedly.
"So you've been cloaked this whole time, looking for a chance to ambush!"
Wade suddenly understood and casually sliced off Agent Zero's head with a single stroke.
Earlier, while Wade and Zero were going at it, Allen had an idea—he'd gone invisible, found a steel rod, and waited for the perfect moment to get the guy to literally sit on it.
At that instant, Agent Zero felt a fiery pain from below, like he saw his great-grandmother waving at him.
"Dying by my hand? You're one lucky bastard," Allen boasted shamelessly.
"He's probably thinking of crawling back from hell to get even with you."
It was an utterly humiliating way to die.
Allen had been saving his strength in case things got trickier later on—that's why he hadn't acted until now.
The two moved deeper into the base.
Inside the surveillance room, Colonel Stryker stared grimly at the screen displaying Agent Zero's corpse.
That had been his very first project—absolutely loyal. He couldn't help but feel some regret.
He then looked at the emotionless Asian woman beside him, clad in black leather. Her lifeless eyes didn't move an inch, as though her soul had long since left her.
Stryker took out a syringe and injected her at the base of the neck.
"Kill them," he ordered.
...
They wandered into a laboratory.
Allen's gaze landed on a central glass tank filled with bubbling metal fluid.
"Adamantium!"
The cement-like solution was none other than the famous Adamantium—the metal that created Wolverine.
"This stuff is inside Logan? Looks like someone puked after drinking too much," Wade commented with disgust.
"Wanna inject some and become the Adamantium Deadpool? I think it's got real potential," Allen suggested.
"You take it—become the Adamantium Psycho."
Wade wasn't keen on having Adamantium pumped into him. He preferred staying himself.
Technically, Wolverine had healing, while Deadpool had regeneration. If his entire skeleton were replaced with Adamantium, it would actually weaken his ability to regenerate.
"If I had healing powers, I'd have jabbed a needle into my junk ages ago," Allen muttered with regret, then glanced at Wade's weapons and reached out. "Hand me your swords—I'll enchant them for you."
"What are you up to now?"
Though confused, Wade still handed over his dual blades.
Allen carefully dipped the swords into the tank, then pulled them out and shook off the excess metal.
A layer of Adamantium now coated the blades, elevating them far beyond ordinary weapons.
Adamantium bullets could wound Wolverine—these blades would definitely be just as lethal.
"Freakin' awesome."
Wade happily accepted his reforged swords, swinging them a few times to test the weight and balance—he was thrilled with the upgrade.
"Shit! TX Terminator!"
Allen suddenly shouted, spotting the enemy at the doorway.
"She's the Lady Deathstrike," Wade corrected.
To be fair, TX and Lady Deathstrike had the same hairstyle and fashion sense—only the colors differed. That's why Allen had mistaken her.
Before Allen could even ask how Wade knew her, Lady Deathstrike charged in.
Her ten fingers extended into long stabbing spikes, very similar to Wolverine's claws.
"She's all yours. I don't fight women."
Allen wisely ducked to the side, making it clear he had no intention of trading blows with someone who could regenerate as fast as he could.
Fighting her would be like stabbing himself repeatedly with no payoff—not worth the pain.
The two went at it brutally, exchanging blow for blow with no defense.
Wade slashed away while Lady Deathstrike's wounds healed right before his eyes.
Meanwhile, her claw-like spikes jabbed into Wade nonstop.
"She's copying me!" Wade yelled in frustration.
Every move landed. Every strike was brutal. Allen was wide-eyed at the sheer brutality.
"Hey, nutjob—hold her down! I've got a way to end this."
Allen had a sudden epiphany—just like in the movie, when Logan killed her with Adamantium, he'd do the same.
"I'll give it a shot."
Wade scanned the area, thinking of how to pin her down.
Lady Deathstrike remained silent throughout. Controlled by Colonel Stryker, her consciousness had long been stripped away—she was just a killing machine now.
Seizing the right moment, Wade kicked her hard, then, before she could turn around, stabbed his sword straight into her palm.
The blade pierced clean through, all the way to the hilt. Wade then sat on her back, using his weight to pin her down.
"I'm coming in hot."
Allen, who had been ready this whole time, picked up the Adamantium syringe, his face twisted into a pervy grin.
Thud!
Mmm…
Lady Deathstrike suddenly turned her head.
The three of them froze in a rather awkward pose.
She was bent over. Wade was straddling her back. And Allen was behind her.
At that moment, the syringe needle was already plunged deep inside.
Allen smirked sleazily. "Don't look back—I'm Dr. Allen, and this is just your shot."
Before long, liquid metal began to leak from her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, as she froze in that same position.
Normally, Adamantium would be surgically infused into the skeleton—but injected directly into her flesh, her whole body had essentially turned to iron.
"Stubborn witch," Wade muttered, giving her a kick.
Crack!
The clean sound of a bone snapping echoed.
Lady Deathstrike—now entirely metal—was effectively a steel statue. Wade had kicked so hard, he ended up breaking his own leg.
Meanwhile—
Illyana teleported into the area where the students were being held.
Cryo-pods lined up like cargo.
Her arrival immediately caught the soldiers' attention.
A magical shield blocked incoming bullets as she charged forward, eliminating the guards.
She examined the pods and found the power supply keeping them in stasis.
With a quick swing, she severed the power lines, shutting the systems down. Several pods stopped functioning, and the mutant students inside began to slowly wake up.
Among the ones who woke up were Ellie and Pietro.
"Ellie, hold off the enemies. Pietro, go find Kurt now," Illyana ordered.
At once, Ellie erupted in flames, her body transforming into a wall of living fire blocking the entrance.
Pietro turned into a blur and zipped off in search of Kurt.
Kurt—Nightcrawler—could teleport multiple people at once, including objects of a certain size.
They had several trainee X-Men with crisis training. They immediately began coordinating efficiently, launching a full-scale rescue operation.
Back in the control room, Stryker was furious watching the escape attempt unfold on the screen.
"Sir! Sabretooth has defected! He's taken Mastermind with him!"
The report from a soldier hit Stryker like a bolt of lightning.
His top enforcer had gone rogue—and taken his own son, Mastermind, with him.
Rage surged in his chest.
"You're all going to die!"
He lifted a cover and slammed a bright red button.