American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Shua!

Standing ramrod straight, Deadpool was startled by the sudden sound, and he recognized Wesker's face.

No way, no way... did he recognize me?

Thump, thump, thump...

His heart was pounding fiercely.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The icy gaze finally left him, and Wesker looked at the leader, asking for his credentials.

Without a moment's hesitation, the leader handed the badge on his chest to Wesker for verification.

Wesker scrutinized it carefully, comparing the badge to his face, and after 7 or 8 seconds, he handed it back and looked at the second person.

As he looked, he said, "Today, several dangerous terrorists have come to New York City. As White House security personnel, you must ensure the safety of this place!"

"Yes."

The group responded in unison. Wesker successively examined the second and third person, then reached out to take the fourth person's badge.

He carefully compared it, his cold gaze seeming to pierce through flesh and bone.

Deadpool stood in the fifth position, and he saw Wesker return the badge to the person in front of him and start walking towards him.

It's over, he's coming.

Nervous, sweat beaded on Deadpool's nose. Although S.H.I.E.L.D.'s influence was considerable, replacing the White House security force required going through procedures, so they could only resort to unconventional methods.

The credentials he held were genuine, and the experience and every record on it were real. Deadpool had even memorized some of the individual's information.

But facing Wesker, especially those eyes that seemed to see through everything, he truly felt the pressure. He was even certain that if he pulled out the badge now, Wesker would see through his disguise.

Thump, thump, thump...

His heartbeat grew more frantic, Wesker stared at him, slowly reaching out.

"Give me your credentials."

The four colleagues beside him also turned their eyes to his face.

The surrounding air began to grow heavy, and the sound of footsteps nearby seemed to vanish, leaving only the heavy breathing and heartbeat to remind him that he had to make a decision immediately.

"What..."

Taking half a step forward, Wesker leaned closer with a chilling aura. Deadpool had no doubt that if he dared to say half a word of refusal, his heart would be pierced in the next second!

Pat.

The badge on his chest suddenly fell to the ground. Deadpool's heart leaped with joy, and he slowly bent down to pick it up.

Step.

A black, hard-leather military boot stepped on the badge first.

The eyes behind the sunglasses looked down with immense pressure, and Deadpool's body abruptly froze in mid-air, a drop of cold sweat dripping from his nose onto the badge.

[Emotional value from Wade Wilson +2000]

"..."

Looking at the drop of sweat, Wesker frowned. He slowly moved his foot away, signaling Deadpool to pick up the badge.

Daring not to delay, Deadpool took the badge in his hand, and slowly straightened up...

"Give it to me."

Staring at Deadpool's face, Wesker said coldly.

Wiping the sweat from the badge, Deadpool held it in his right hand.

He was nervous. What to do? Should he teleport directly to the President's office and take a gamble, or pray that Wesker wouldn't see through him?

No, this guy looks so shrewd, he'll definitely see through my disguise. And Pepper's location can't be confirmed yet. If I gamble wrong, it'll be difficult to sneak in so easily again!

Fark, why isn't that bastard Constantine here?!

But he couldn't just freeze here either. His fingertips were white as he slowly handed the badge to Wesker, his heart pounding like a wild horse.

Thump, thump, thump...

Da.

Just as Wesker grabbed Deadpool's badge and lowered his eyes...

"Mr. Wesker, our people have discovered the whereabouts of those terrorists. They just passed Fifth Avenue in New York and are heading towards..."

A female administrator walked over quickly, whispering a few words into Wesker's ear. Deadpool couldn't hear the rest.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Those people impersonating them must be Peggy Carter's doing, which was also a planned addition.

"I see. I'll go take a look at the scene right away."

Casually tossing the badge back at Deadpool, Wesker flung his trench coat and walked towards the main entrance.

"Phew... that scared me."

Deadpool muttered softly, raising his hand to wipe away the sweat, his body suddenly stiffened.

[Emotional value from Wade Wilson +2001]

Wesker suddenly stopped, first glancing at Deadpool, then turning to look at the female administrator.

"The President is resting in the Oval Office. Don't go in and disturb her. If she wakes up and asks about me, tell her I'll be back soon."

Leaving those words, Wesker walked away without looking back.

Wait, the President? Resting in the Oval Office?

Which means... Pepper is alone right now!

Watching Wesker's figure walk out, Deadpool's eyes lit up with excitement.

"Hey, newbie, let's go."

The team leader glanced at him, leading the team forward.

"Cap, Captain... I, I have a stomach ache, I need to go to the restroom!"

Clutching his stomach, Deadpool raised his other hand and grabbed the shoulder of the person in front of him.

The man impatiently shook off his arm, and the people in front turned around, annoyed, at the sound.

"Hurry up, we won't wait for you. After you're done, find us and report!"

"Understood, Captain."

Responding, the four turned and left. Deadpool watched their departing figures, his eyes darting around, before turning and heading straight down the corridor towards the Oval Office.

The two burly guards at the door spotted him from afar. They stepped forward with stern faces, about to open their mouths to shoo him away...

Shua.

With a natural turn, Deadpool entered a room to the side.

"..."

Their mouths moved silently, the two guards looked slightly awkward, and relaxed their bodies again, returning to their positions.

Crash!

A sound suddenly erupted from the room behind them.

One guard looked at his partner, asking for his opinion.

He furrowed his brow, turned around, and raised his hand to knock on the wooden door a few times.

Tap, tap, tap.

"Madam President, do you need our help?"

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

It was quiet inside, and he asked several times, but no one answered.

Not good!

The two men's pupils constricted, cold sweat breaking out. They felt a chill run down their spines, and frantically called into their communicators.

Tap tap tap...

A commotion broke out in the hall, and a dozen armed guards rushed in from outside.

Bang—!

The door to the Oval Office was violently kicked open, and the armed guards rushed in, quickly scanning the entire room. The room was empty, with no one inside.

A vase in the corner was lying on the ground, shattered into several pieces, with some flowers scattered on the floor.

The armed guard's eyes widened, and he shouted angrily.

"Fark, our President... is gone!"