“BOSS, simply slicing bullets with a knife isn't that hard. Watch me do something flashy for you! Hey, fatty over there, did you bring your 'bang bang bang'?”

Deadpool pointed at Hogan, who was standing next to Chen Yu, and asked.

“Fatty? Me?”

Hogan pointed to himself with his finger. He hadn't expected this applicant to dare call him a fatty.

As a former boxer, a larger weight was normal for him.

And as he aged, his muscles would grow stronger, and his weight would continue to increase; it wasn't as if he could just lose weight successfully if he wanted to.

Just as most fat people don't admit they're fat, Hogan was naturally the same.

He was just naturally big-boned and large; how could he be called fat?

“I'm not fat, I'm muscular!”

After refuting Deadpool's point, Hogan immediately pulled a handgun from his in my arms and slammed it onto the table.

As Tony Stark's bodyguard and driver, it was professional habit to carry a weapon to protect his safety.

“Whoa~ A Colt M1911A1 pistol, famous, very famous! I can't wait to hear its sweet cries!”

Deadpool saw the handgun Hogan pulled from his in my arms. While saying suggestive things, he walked to the weapon rack in the corner, chose a long sword similar to a katana, and flicked the blade, producing a crisp sound.

“It's just ordinary carbon alloy material, and it's not even sharpened. As expected, it's just a prop for performance. I initially thought the swords forged by Stark Industries would be more outstanding, what a disappointment…”

“These are just props bought on the market, not produced by Stark Industries!”

Hogan continued to retort.

“So that's how it is… Then let me do two sets of warm-up exercises. This can increase the excitability of my nerves and muscles. Please wait a moment, BOSS.”

Deadpool took the long sword and began to move his body, doing some warm-up exercises.

He said he was doing warm-up exercises, but in reality, he was using the sword as a support on the floor, wildly wiggling his sexy butt, like he was doing a twerking dance.

After a while, Deadpool was still wiggling his perky butt. Chen Yu couldn't help but ask, “Mr. Wade Winston Wilson, when will your warm-up be finished?”

“BOSS, you don't need to call me by my full name, just Wade is fine. Of course, you can also call me by my other handsome name, 'Deadpool'.”

“But BOSS, it feels like something is missing without music here. I hope next time there's some dynamic music, the effect will be better. I have one more set to go, BOSS please wait… 3… 2… 1… Done!”

After speaking, Deadpool stuck out his butt, turned sideways, and held the hilt of the sword against his butt crack, choosing an appropriate position, and directly inserted the long sword into his butt crack.

This scene directly astonished everyone. No one had expected Deadpool to do such a thing.

“OK, perfect! I already feel my butt firmly clamping the hilt of the sword. Nothing can separate us.”

After speaking, he turned his back to everyone, then gave Hogan the middle finger, and then crooked his finger: “Mr. Fatty, I'm ready! You can shoot at me anytime…”

Having been called 'fatty' twice by Deadpool, Hogan knew this guy was doing it on purpose and wished he could immediately grab his gun and shoot him in the head.

Anyway, his previous performance showed he wasn't afraid of bullets, so he could just shoot to his heart's content.

However, due to the image of Stark Industries, Hogan still politely asked, “Mr. Wade, are you sure you want to perform in such a posture?”

Hogan picked up the handgun on the table, took off the safety, looked at Deadpool, who was facing him with his butt, and reconfirmed.

“Of course, ordinary knife-slicing-bullets is nothing special. Many capable people can do it, and I'm sure BOSS doesn't like to watch boring tricks.”

“I, Deadpool, am not willing to blend in with the common aesthetic. I want to prove that my Sword Master is number one in the world, absolutely no one dares to imitate, and absolutely no one dares to surpass!”

“If BOSS feels this isn't exciting enough, I can shove the hilt into my a**…”

As Deadpool spoke, he was about to pull out the long sword from behind him, but Chen Yu quickly stopped him.

Chen Yu knew Deadpool wasn't just joking; he was truly capable of doing such a thing.

Although Deadpool's current butt-clamping pose was a bit eye-watering, it was still quite amusing.

If Deadpool were to actually adjust his pose and insert the hilt into an indescribable position to slice bullets, he would probably need to wash his eyes afterward.

Hearing Chen Yu's refusal, Deadpool expressed some regret: “Alright, BOSS, you're not open-minded enough… I'm ready here, that fatty, you can shoot anytime!”

This was the third time! This guy in front of him had called him 'fatty' for the third time!

Even Tony had never called him that!

Hogan's face flushed again. He raised his handgun, ready to fire at any moment.

At this moment, Deadpool was facing away from Hogan, diligently sticking out his butt, with a long sword clamped in the crevice of his perky buttocks. The blade was pointed at Hogan, and as Deadpool spoke, his butt wiggled, and the blade also trembled slightly.

“BOSS, let me show you the power of the Butt Sword Master, I guarantee you'll be amazed!” Deadpool finished, then winked at Hogan: “Come on, baby, I'm ready, don't pity me just because I'm a delicate flower…”

Hogan suppressed the urge to sew up this applicant's mouth.

He directly shot at the other person's face.

To be precise, he wanted to smash Deadpool's face to shut his mouth for a while.

Anyway, the guy had just demonstrated his super regenerative ability, so a handgun couldn't kill him.

“Bang!”

“Clang!”

A gunshot and a crisp sound of metal colliding rang out almost simultaneously.

After the gunshot, the sword blade clamped by Deadpool trembled slightly, and no new bullet marks appeared on his mask.

Hogan was still somewhat confident in his marksmanship; it was impossible to miss at such a close range.

Moreover, he had indeed heard two sounds just now, indicating that the bullet had indeed hit the sword.

“Oh… yeah… that's… so exciting…”

Although Deadpool was not injured, he forcefully covered his mouth, trying not to let out a moan.

But whether Deadpool did it on purpose or not, his moans could be heard throughout the entire interview room.

Listening to Deadpool's moans, Hogan suddenly had the urge to empty his magazine.

In fact, he did just that.

“Bang!”, “Bang!”, “Bang!”, “Bang!”, “Bang!”, “Bang!”

With the remaining six rounds emptied.

Deadpool kept wiggling his butt, changing positions, and hitting the incoming bullets with the unsharpened blade.

Watching Deadpool clench his legs, stick out his butt, and lean on the chair, almost unable to stand, Chen Yu almost burst out laughing.

The violent vibration of the sword blade was also a test of Deadpool's endurance.

And his voice was indeed a bit terrible.

The moans grew louder and louder. The security guards maintaining order outside peered into the interview room, wanting to see what was happening inside.

Seeing Hogan preparing to draw his second gun, Deadpool quickly pulled the hilt out of his butt crack and stated that he needed a break.

“Wait… wait… that was too exciting… I feel like my gluteus medius is cramping… Let me catch my breath… Let me catch my breath…”

Looking at the little rascal holding a sword in one hand and constantly rubbing his butt with the other, Hogan decided Deadpool didn't want to rest and immediately fired a shot.

The bullet once again spewed from the muzzle. This time, Deadpool stopped joking and very coolly used his single sword to slice an incoming bullet, then gave Hogan the middle finger again in a friendly international gesture.

Hogan continued to empty his magazine.

Deadpool continued to perform his bullet-slicing act.

For the second one, Deadpool took it seriously.

For the third, Deadpool started to get distracted.

For the fourth, he yawned.

For the fifth, Deadpool began to taunt Hogan: “Can you even do it, fatty?!”

For the sixth, Deadpool said: “Is that all? Is that all?”

Deadpool was about to continue taunting Hogan when Colonel Rhodes, who had been standing still, suddenly pulled a handgun from his in my arms and shot at Deadpool.

The sudden double bullets left Deadpool a bit flustered.

If he had two swords, Deadpool could have defended against the incoming bullets, but he only had one, and the simultaneously fired bullets meant he could only choose to slice one, while the other directly hit Deadpool's forehead.

Deadpool fell to the ground.

“Whew… Much better, thanks, Colonel Rhodes, I'll buy you a drink later.”

Hogan put the empty handgun back into his jacket lining and thanked Colonel Rhodes.

Finally, that talkative guy was shut up.

Seeing Deadpool lying on the ground, Hogan felt a sense of relief, as if he had just finished a full body massage, feeling incredibly refreshed.

Colonel Rhodes shook his head: “No need to thank me. His mouth is indeed annoying. If possible, I really want to sew his mouth shut.”

“Hey, damn it, unbelievable, how could you have such a terrifying thought? That's just evil!” Deadpool sprang up from the floor with a carp jump, warning Colonel Rhodes: “Damn darkie, I swear I'll kick your ass hard with my Grandma Li's boots next door, I swear I will.”

Hearing Deadpool call him a 'darkie,' Rhodes again reached into his in my arms, ready to show Deadpool some more color.

To prevent the situation from escalating, Chen Yu quickly coughed twice to get their attention back.

Hearing Chen Yu's cough, Deadpool finally shifted his attention to Chen Yu.

“BOSS, how was it? Wasn't my bullet-slicing cool?”

“Quite cool,” Chen Yu nodded. “It would be even better if you had a bit more integrity.”

“Integrity? What's that, can you eat it?” Deadpool slumped into the chair, continuing to speak to what might be his boss for a while: “Of course, BOSS, as long as the money is enough, let alone integrity, even virginity isn't out of the question…”

“Who wants that stuff of yours, what's so rare about it?” Chen Yu chuckled, scolding him. “Can you tell me how you thought of clamping a sword with your butt, Wade?”

Deadpool once again crossed his legs and said, “Of course, I got the inspiration from comics. Most people can only hold swords with two hands at most, or perhaps hold one in their mouth to wield three weapons, like Zoro in One Piece. If he learned the Butt Sword Master, he could upgrade his Three-Sword Style to a Four-Sword Style, which would allow him to deal with enemies in front and behind. ”

“And this move also has a first-strike kill effect. For people who have never seen the Butt Sword Master, facing a sword pointed at them from a butt will definitely throw them into a state of mental confusion, unsure how to react. If the hilt is inserted into the a**hole, it can also cause psychological damage to the opponent. BOSS, do you want to learn? I'll teach you.”

Hearing Deadpool offer to teach him the Butt Sword Master, Chen Yu quickly refused his kind offer.

He wasn't as shameless as Deadpool; just thinking about himself using his butt to clamp a sword to repel enemies sent shivers down his spine.

While it was amusing when others used this move, if he were to use it, it would surely mean he had gone mad from the whispers of an old god.

He remembered the Wade from Wolverine he used to watch, who could coolly block every incoming bullet with his dual swords.

But ever since he gained the ability of immortality and accelerated regeneration, Wade also started to slack off.

Considering that he used to quite like the roguish character of Deadpool, he decided to give him a final interview opportunity. After all, Wade himself was a Sword Master; as long as one could tolerate his mouth, he was the perfect warrior.

If worst came to worst, during Sword Master training, he could use Transfiguration to make his foul mouth disappear, which wasn't impossible.

Chen Yu drew a circle on Deadpool's resume, indicating approval.

Seeing the circle on his resume, Deadpool let out a “woohoo” and jumped three feet high from his chair, knowing he had passed the interview, as happy as a child.

Looking at Deadpool, who was about to leave, Chen Yu asked one last question: “I heard that if an earthworm is cut in half, it becomes two earthworms… Wade, if your body were cut exactly in half, and both halves regenerated simultaneously, would there be two Deadpools? If there were two Deadpools, which one would be the real Deadpool?”

Hearing Chen Yu's question, Deadpool's foot, which was stepping out of the room, paused. He turned back to look at Chen Yu, pondered for a moment, then gave Chen Yu a thumbs up: “Good question, BOSS, I really haven't considered that… If two little rascals could really be generated, then the appearance of the Deadpool Corps would be just around the corner! Thanks for the reminder, BOSS, I'll go try it out later!”

With that, Deadpool walked out of the interview room with an arrogant swagger.

After Deadpool left, Chen Yu called two security guards to clean up the messy room. Natasha looked at the next candidate's name and photo, paying a little more attention.

This was an Asian woman, a graduate of Columbia University, who had won the North American Cup Sword Master Championship.

“Next, Ms. Melinda. Please come in for your interview, Ms. Melinda.”

As Natasha's voice fell, a composed and capable Asian woman walked into the room.

Chen Yu looked at her resume, asked a few simple interview questions, then motioned for her to begin her Sword Master demonstration.

To Chen Yu's surprise, this Ms. Melinda also wanted to demonstrate her superb Sword Master by slicing bullets with a knife.

“Miss Melinda, you're going to perform slicing bullets with a knife?”

“Of course, is there a problem?”

Looking at Ms. Melinda, who had tied up her hair and was dressed in a capable manner.

Chen Yu fell into thought.

What was with this damned sense of expectation?