Marvel : Deadpool Is My Best Friend

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As night fell, the streets and alleys of New York City fell silent.

On such a still evening, countless residents of the Manhattan chose to remain indoors, eyes glued to their computer and TV screens, eagerly awaiting what would unfold next.

The usually bustling streets were now eerily empty, as though the entire city was collectively holding its breath.

In a bar in Manhattan, the bartender glanced around at the unusually packed room with a puzzled expression.

He turned to the bar owner and asked curiously, "Is it a holiday today? Why are there so many people?" In his mind, bars only reached this level of excitement during football season or the Super Bowl. But as far as he knew, there was no major game tonight.

The owner frowned and shot him a glare. "What, you think my place doesn't do well on regular days? Get back to work!"

Then he turned toward the customers with a smug smile plastered on his face.

"Today's the day the Messenger of Justice delivers judgment to the scum of Hell's Kitchen! Of course people are here to watch it together. It's a huge event!" he declared proudly.

A chorus of agreement followed.

"Damn right! This kind of thing should be watched with your bro!" shouted a burly man with a fierce tiger tattoo running down his arm.

"Yeah! I wanna see those bastards from Hell's Kitchen get what's coming to them!" another patron shouted, eyes gleaming with anticipation and bloodlust.

The bartender, still confused, asked, "Do you guys have a grudge against people from Hell's Kitchen?"

The tattooed man blinked for a second, then burst out laughing. "Grudge? Nah, we've never even seen any of 'em! But everyone knows the Protectorate scum from Hell's Kitchen are all trash. It's just common sense."

The bartender was taken aback. He hadn't expected that none of these people actually knew anyone from Hell's Kitchen, yet they were still so invested in their deaths.

Just as he was about to ask more, the boss barked at him, "Why are you still standing around? You want your paycheck docked or what?"

As the night wore on, the energy in the bar only grew livelier. The patrons buzzed with excitement, loudly exchanging their opinions and hopes for what the so-called Messenger of Justice would do next—like eager spectators at a public execution.

The bar owner capitalized on the moment, launching themed drink specials and snacks, turning the already packed bar into a raucous, chaotic party.

At exactly 8:00 PM, nine screens popped up in the live broadcast room, each showing a man in a mask and suit.

They stood in a line, silent and still, like executioners awaiting orders.

"Dear viewers, welcome to our live broadcast. We are the Messengers of Justice, and tonight, we'll give you an unprecedented viewing experience," the nine figures said in unison. Their synchronized voices echoed through the stream.

The audience erupted. Comments flooded the screen like a tsunami, and small digital gifts sparkled as viewers sent tokens of appreciation.

The Messengers of Justice continued, "As thanks for your overwhelming support, we've prepared nine distinct executions for your entertainment."

The scene abruptly changed.

Now the viewers could see Hell's Kitchen—more specifically, its terrified residents.

Some were bound near the edge of a high-rise rooftop, a single nudge away from falling to their deaths. Others were stuffed in sacks, weighted with stones, and set to be dumped into the sea. Still more were trapped in elaborate death setups: suffocation chambers, fire pits, poison chambers, firing squads, electric chairs, freezing tanks, and guillotines.

The audience was stunned. No one had expected this level of cruelty.

"This is insane! I've never seen so many death setups!" one viewer typed.

"These Messengers are badass! I'm a fan!"

"But… is this really right? Even if they're guilty, isn't this going too far?"

"Then go save them if you care so much!"

"Exactly! These monsters deserve punishment!"

The Messengers of Justice watched the scrolling chat with smug satisfaction.

"Next, we'll begin the vote. The method with the highest number of votes will be carried out first."

The audience was ecstatic. The ability to vote made them feel like they were directly participating in the executions.

Viewers cast their votes with sick enthusiasm, hoping their chosen method would top the list.

The Messengers of Justice watched the vote tallies rise, quietly pleased.

Eventually, the results were in.

"The first execution will be by high-altitude fall," one of them announced. "But don't worry if your favorite didn't win. There will be more rounds."

The chat exploded.

[Why fall from a building? That's boring! I wanted to see them burn!]

[I want to hear them scream while they're set on fire!]

[Where are the feds? Isn't anyone going to stop this?]

[The feds are probably in on it.]

[Isn't the so-called Lord of Hell going to retaliate?]

[Let him try! That freak's just a myth.]

The feed switched to a rooftop. One of the Messengers of Justice approached a group of Hell's Kitchen residents, bound and gagged.

Despite the tape over their mouths, their eyes were filled with pleading. They looked up desperately, silently begging for mercy.

Now they regretted everything—leaving Hell's Kitchen, ignoring the warnings. They couldn't understand why this was happening or who was behind it.

They prayed someone would save them.

But their despair didn't move the audience. In fact, it fueled their bloodlust.

[Push them! Do it!]

[Hell's Kitchen trash deserves this!]

[Some of them might be innocent. This is too much…]

[There are no innocents in Hell's Kitchen. If you can't handle it, log off. Don't pretend to be righteous.]

Then, without warning, the broadcast cut sharply to the first execution.

One by one, the Messengers of Justice pushed the helpless victims off the rooftop.

There were no words. No remorse. No hesitation.

The audience held their breath, waiting for the screams, the splatter, the horror.

They were glued to their screens, hungering for more.

However, at this moment, the screen suddenly flashed, and the audience did not see the scene they expected. Instead, they saw the residents being wrapped in a red light and landing safely.

The audience was shocked; they couldn't believe their eyes.

At this moment, the barrage in the live broadcast room began to roll wildly again.

"WTF, what's going on? Why is it like this? Where is the Messenger of Justice?" an audience member asked in surprise.

"Why didn't he die!" another audience member shouted unwillingly.

The messenger of justice that the audience had been expecting disappeared, and then a group of blue and white knights wearing cloaks appeared on the screen.

He is none other than the Kamen Rider Eternity transformed by Alex.

Alex saw the comments in the live broadcast room and said calmly: "Are you asking about the name of the God of Death? As for me, I am the Lord of Hell that you are talking about!"

The audience was shocked. They couldn't believe their eyes and ears. The Lord of Hell, who had always been ridiculed and questioned by them, actually appeared at this time and saved the residents who were about to be executed.

"What!" exclaimed an audience member.

"Lord of Hell?!" another audience member asked in surprise.

"How come you are here? Why haven't the federal government eliminated you yet!" an audience member shouted unwillingly.

However, Alex did not answer the audience's questions, he just stood quietly in front of the camera.

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As the plot unfolds, it dives deep into the Spider-Verse, Avengers War and the Marvel Multiverse, weaving in epic elements from Endgame, God of Stories Loki, Kang the Conqueror, the Council of Kangs, the Council of Reeds, and even Franklin Richards.

Expect mind-bending twists with Deadpool breaking the fourth wall, going on a rampage that includes killing everyone... even the authors themselves.

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