The location of the waste recycling station was a bit far from their current position, so taking a car was the best option.
For two people in full tactical armor, though, an ordinary taxi just wouldn't do. There was no way the driver would drop them off without an incident—unless he wanted a one-way ticket to the police station.
Fortunately, Wade managed to get a ride through an acquaintance. The driver was a young Indian guy, who glanced over the duo as they piled in. He didn't flinch at the sight of Robert covered in weapons and Wade carrying a large bag that could've been stuffed with explosives.
Curious, the driver asked, "What's the mission, guys? You guys look like you're going to war."
But to his surprise, neither Robert nor Wade seemed worried. Instead, the driver himself started chatting, almost as if it were a casual day.
"Mr. Deadpool," the driver continued, with passion, "I like your philosophy—you gotta control your own destiny. You want freedom? You can own it. No one can tell you what to do! I know that!"
Robert glanced at the map. "Turn left up ahead and stop."
"Got it, sir!" The driver didn't bat an eye.
The taxi stopped near the corner, where the two got out. From a distance, they could see the piles of abandoned ships at the waste recycling station.
"Wait, you forgot your gear bag," Robert said as Wade turned to walk away.
"Damn it!" Wade rushed back to grab the bag from the cab, tripping over the weight of the two Katanas. It was classic Wade—always acting like the situation wasn't as serious as it was.
Robert shook his head. "This guy's an absolute mess."
Taking out his binoculars, Robert scanned the area. There were no visible figures at the station, nor did he see Vanessa—no sign of the hostage. Everything seemed eerily quiet, which meant there was definitely an ambush waiting for them.
"The deck of that abandoned ship is too high. We won't get a clear view from here."
"So, what's our plan?" Wade asked, swinging his two submachine guns around.
Robert grinned. "Simple. We can't rush in guns blazing like last time. Vanessa's still in their hands, and if they decide to use her as bait, we'll be at a huge disadvantage."
Wade didn't miss a beat. "Right, can't risk her life for my revenge."
"Exactly," Robert said. "We'll find a way to sneak in first, get Vanessa out without alerting them, and then handle Francis when no one's looking."
Wade shrugged. "Not bad. We'll play it like superheroes—no big explosions, just a perfect rescue."
"I'm sure we can make it a perfect rescue. But let's make sure we don't get ourselves caught," Robert said, his expression turning serious. "Let's do this like pros."
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Ten minutes later, Robert and Wade were on the move, scaling the wall to the recycling station's rear.
They snuck through the main body of the ship, carefully avoiding guards. With Robert's instincts and Wade's reckless confidence, the two of them managed to make it unnoticed to the deck, where they spotted five armed soldiers guarding the stairs to the upper levels.
A few minutes ago, Wade would've charged in with guns blazing. But now, he had a different plan. "There are five of them. I'll take care of three on the left. You can handle the two on the right."
Robert shook his head. "Too messy."
Without further explanation, Robert pulled out a small pistol from his belt. He activated bullet time, instantly locking onto the positions of all five soldiers.
Bang!
In rapid succession, five shots rang out. In the blink of an eye, the soldiers crumpled to the ground, all of them incapacitated.
Wade blinked, his jaw dropping. "Did you just... shoot all of them? Without even aiming?"
"Something like that," Robert replied coolly, putting the pistol back in its holster.
Wade took a closer look at the fallen soldiers and then started laughing. "Wait, hold up. What are these little syringes in their necks?"
Robert shrugged. "Anesthetic mixed with a bit of toxin. Quick and clean. It paralyzes them while they go to sleep. I call it the Gun of Kindness."
"Gun of Kindness?" Wade looked horrified as he peered down at the twitching bodies. "What kind of sick kindness is that? They're basically dying slowly and can't even scream! That's like the world's worst way to give someone a nap!"
"Well, it's still less painful than being stabbed," Robert said with a grin, completely unfazed. "These guys won't feel a thing."
They quickly moved past the incapacitated soldiers and arrived at the main deck.
Francis and Gina were surrounded by armed guards, and in the center of the area, there was Vanessa, trapped inside the oxygen chamber that had once been used to torture Wade.
Wade grinned. "Now this is the part where I should've brought some popcorn, but hey, what's a rescue without a little flair?"
Robert didn't reply. He was already heading toward the scene.
Suddenly, he turned back to Wade. "Screw the stealth. Let's blow this up!"
Before Wade could respond, Robert pulled out a couple of grenades from his gear, tossing them toward the group of armed soldiers and yelling, "Boom time!"
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[End of Chapter 37]
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