Los Cabos is one of the five municipalities in the state of Baja California Sur, Mexico, and is located at the southern tip of the state. On one of the many buildings in one of the most dangerous cities in the world, we see something unusual. On top of one of the buildings, a person was sitting calmly in a small folding chair. Beside them was a small radio.
The person was a woman in a costume. Her suit was completely red and black, and it was tight, showing off her large hourglass figure, with D-cup breasts, a narrow waist, and wide hips. She was heavily armed, with twin katanas on her back, a belt full of pockets, and an M1911 pistol at her side. She wore a red mask with black borders around her eyes. Strangely, her eyes were also covered by the mask, leaving only two white eyes visible on it. Finally, she had a long blond ponytail sticking out from her head. Calmly, the masked woman stared into space.
"Yeah, you fucking reader, now I have to be a Marvel character in the DC Universe. Yeah, I'm screwed. It's like being an Argentina fan in a stadium full of Brazil fans. Yeah, ugh, I'm screwed." Sighing, she stood up, stretched, and looked at a suite in the building across from her, where a party was apparently being held with several important people. "If you're wondering who I am, well, I'm every horny teenager's dream. Lady Deadpool, or Wendy to my friends." Saying that, she cracked her neck and ran before jumping off the building.
Meanwhile, the mobsters were drinking and enjoying the strippers, but everyone heard a window shatter. Gunshots followed immediately. The men saw a costumed woman fall heavily to the floor, her body full of holes from all the bullets she had taken. "Bah, that was nothing," said a large, dark-skinned man as he put away his gun. However, everyone watched in horror as the masked woman cut off his head with her sword. She then drew her gun and began firing. Jumping onto a table, she began killing everyone present, except for the strippers, who had escaped when the shooting started.
"No one leaves here until I kill her!" shouted the apparent boss, a tall man with a beard. Running through the building, he reached a panic room and closed the large metal door behind him. Once inside, he watched through the security cameras as all his men were brutally killed. After several minutes, everything fell silent.
"Surprise!" The mercenary appeared in front of one of the cameras and struck it. "You know, you can't stay in there all day. Come out so we can make this quick." Loading her gun, she was about to act when a loud crash was heard. The suite's entrance door was knocked down, and dozens of assassins armed with submachine guns entered. They all aimed their weapons at the woman dressed in red. "Oh, fucking shit!" Running across the suite, she jumped behind the bar counter.
"Kill her!" Gunshots followed immediately, raining down on the table that served as the woman's shield. But suddenly, all the lights went out. In the complete darkness, sickening thuds and cracking sounds could be heard. After several minutes, everything fell silent once again.
"How convenient." Coming out of her hiding place, the antiheroine walked through the darkness. Moving to one side, she turned on the lights. Paying little attention to the dead men scattered across the floor, she looked at them before heading toward the panic room. She noticed that the door was no longer there. Running into the room, she saw the corpse of her target.
"..." Behind the mercenary stood the man, right in the middle of the room. He had to pull a kunai from his sleeve to avoid being cut by the woman's swords as she attacked him without mercy. Sparks flew as the metal blades clashed. However, almost instantly, the masked man broke the red-masked woman's swords. He then grabbed her by the back of her neck and slammed her against the floor.
"Dominant, huh? That's how I like them." Without any shame, the woman in red rubbed her backside against her attacker's crotch. Managing to distract him, she used her gun to shoot him several times in the torso. Grabbing him by the arm, she slammed him against the floor. Sitting on his torso, Lady Deadpool pointed her gun directly at the masked man's head.
"Impressive," the masked man said, remaining otherwise silent. The bullets in his torso began to come out, and his wounds started regenerating almost instantly. This caught the antiheroine's attention, and she pressed the barrel of her gun directly against the masked man's forehead.
"Yes, I am. Now, you orange shit-mask, tell me why you stole my target. I had a payment of more than half a million dollars waiting for me for that bastard," she said as she lightly squeezed the trigger.
"I can offer you more than that, if you're willing to be part of something bigger," he answered seriously as he looked into the antiheroine's eyes. The blonde saw that bright blue eye behind the mask. Sighing, she moved her gun away from the man's head.
"Be part of something bigger... Hmm, like the mutants in Disney's Marvel Cinematic Universe," she said vaguely as she shamelessly moved on top of the masked man, rubbing her crotch against his. Confused, the man wondered what the MCU or Disney was. Shaking his head, he moved his right hand to touch the blonde's face.
"I can help you if you help me, Wendy Wilson... I need people for a team, and I must say I'm impressed by everything you've done." Before he realized it, the blonde was standing and no longer wearing her mask. Frowning, the woman fired at the masked man, who caught the bullets with incredible speed.
"Disappointed?" the woman simply asked, showing her face. Her eyes were brown, and she had sharp facial features. However, what stood out the most was how her skin looked as though it had suffered severe third-degree burns. "How about a date with a pizza-faced woman?" she said mockingly as she put away her weapons. There was no point in staying here anymore. But just as she was about to leave, she didn't get far before a palm pressed against her right breast, just over her heart. A faint orange glow covered her, but it quickly disappeared. Puzzled, she felt different.
"Consider it a gift... If you accept, use this." He tossed a card to the mercenary, who caught it. Without saying a word, the masked man disappeared as if he were a shadow. The mercenary shrugged and was about to throw the card away when she noticed her reflection in a silver tray lying on the floor. Slowly, she picked up the tray, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"..." Her face was completely normal. Slowly, she caressed her cheek. Tossing the tray aside, she removed the upper part of her suit. Her skin was just as she remembered it, slightly tanned. A lump formed in her throat. Picking up the card again, she saw a strange red spiral symbol. Beneath it was a name.
"Sennin."
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