Blacklight Deadpool

When Tony was ambushed by Hydra assassins, Adam was in the middle of a crucial experiment at the Umbrella Tower.

In the underground research facility, Adam stood amidst the bustling activity of researchers and scientists, watching as Felia, his chief scientist, directed the team with precision.

"Felia, how confident are you in the success of this Blacklight-2 virus experiment?" Adam asked, his tone calm but laced with curiosity.

They had already conducted one experiment on the Blacklight-2 virus some time ago. Like most experiments, failure was the norm, with success being an elusive rarity.

Felia glanced up from her tablet and responded with composure, "Boss, based on Red Queen's calculations, there's a 27% chance of success."

A 27% success rate might not sound impressive, but in the world of experimental science, it was already a significant improvement. Many trials began with probabilities below 10%.

"Proceed," Adam said decisively.

"Understood."

Moments later, as preparations were finalized, a pale-skinned test subject was wheeled into the room. The man's muscular build caught Adam's attention, prompting a slight smirk.

"When did we start getting such high-quality test subjects?" Adam asked, intrigued.

Felia checked her notes. "This subject wasn't purchased or captured. He volunteered for the experiment."

"Oh? A volunteer?" Adam raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, his name is Wade Winston Wilson. He's a former Canadian Special Forces soldier who became a mercenary after leaving the military. After being diagnosed with terminal cancer, he volunteered for the experiment, hoping to find a cure."

Wade? Deadpool? That chatty guy?

Adam's thoughts raced as he studied the man. It was him.

"Did you tell him we've already cured cancer?" Adam asked, turning to Felia with a wry smile.

Felia shrugged, a hint of mischief in her expression. "There are over a hundred types of cancer, boss. Unfortunately, the specific cure for his type isn't scheduled for release until three years from now. It's still under regulatory review."

Adam chuckled. He understood the art of creating demand. Releasing a cure bit by bit, building anticipation and scarcity, was a strategy he admired from his previous life.

As Felia gave the signal, the experiment began.

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Inside the sterile white laboratory, Wade looked around nervously at the mirrored walls. He knew the scientists were watching him from behind the one-way glass.

"Hey, I can see you guys! What kind of experiment are you running here?" Wade called out, his voice tinged with both bravado and apprehension.

No one responded.

"Come on, at least tell me when we're starting. I hate waiting!"

Suddenly, a mechanical arm extended from the ceiling, its syringe glinting ominously under the bright lights.

"Wait, wait! That needle's too big! Can we talk about this?" Wade protested, struggling against the reinforced restraints that held him in place.

The needle pierced his arm, injecting a vivid blue liquid into his veins. Almost immediately, a bone-deep chill spread through his body, as though he had been thrown naked into a frozen wasteland.

"What… what did you inject me with?!"

Still, no one answered.

One by one, more mechanical arms descended, injecting various serums into his body. He cycled through waves of excruciating cold, searing heat, unbearable itchiness, and searing pain.

Despite the relentless agony, Wade's remarkable willpower kept him conscious. He clenched his teeth, refusing to scream, even when the pain left him trembling and soaked in his own sweat.

Outside the observation room, Felia turned to Adam, her curiosity piqued. "Boss, how did you know his willpower was so strong? You didn't let me sedate him beforehand."

Adam smiled faintly. "A hunch."

After all, this was Deadpool—a man who had survived Francis's torturous experiments and awakened his regenerative abilities.

As the experiment progressed, Felia announced, "Prepare to inject the Blacklight-2 serum!"

The earlier injections were mere primers—nutritional supplements, fortifiers, and stimulants—designed to optimize the subject's condition for the main event.

Inside the lab, Wade had become numb to the constant intrusions of mechanical arms.

But when the syringe containing the inky black serum penetrated his skin, a profound sense of dread overwhelmed him.

Moments later, he felt as though he were drowning, his body convulsing violently as every nerve screamed in torment.

"Aaaargh!"

For the first time, Wade's scream echoed through the laboratory. His body felt as though it were being torn apart and reassembled at a molecular level.

Time lost meaning as his organs were pulverized and rebuilt, his cells torn apart and regenerated in an endless cycle.

Eventually, Wade noticed something different. His body felt… altered.

He raised his left hand, only to watch in astonishment as it dissolved into a puddle of black liquid before reconstituting into its original form.

"Did… did it work? Is my cancer gone?"

Sliding off the examination table, Wade inspected his limbs, marveling at his newfound abilities. Then he looked up, his gaze locking onto the mirrored wall.

In his reflection, he could see the researchers on the other side—the very people responsible for his transformation.

His eyes narrowed, the memory of his agony fueling an overwhelming wave of fury.

"You're all going to pay for this!"

Clenching his fist, Wade punched the bulletproof glass, only to recoil as pain shot through his hand. Moments later, his hand healed, good as new.

Grinning, he grabbed the metal examination table and hurled it at the glass with all his strength.

"Bang!"

The glass cracked, its surface spiderwebbed with fractures.

Wade chuckled darkly, "I'm coming for you!"

With that, he began pounding the glass relentlessly, each strike more forceful than the last.

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