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What You Need To Know: After killing three men, Deadpool thought he was on his way to a successfully completed job but little did he know he had walked into something he couldn't handle. He is currently bound and gagged in the Kingpin's office getting a workout from one of his cronies.
Chapter 9
Deadpool wanted them to finish the job then have to swallow a pint more of his own blood. He was losing his grip on sanity. He was almost done as Joe landed another blow to his face and ribs.
"You know, you really deserve this for what you did to my nephew! He was my heir apparent to the leadership of this family and you killed him for a few measly dollars! It was just another job to you wasn't it? Just another job to complete then you would go on with your life as if nothing had happened. Well I'm Sorry! The trigger you pulled that day is going to cost you your life and your dignity!" the Kingpin fumed getting up and around from his desk and pacing over to the almost lifeless Deadpool.
"All right Joe, give me a turn on this scum sucker!" he spat into Deadpool's face while Joe made for the side of the room and stood to attention.
He pulled out a hammer from a briefcase and took off Deadpool's shoes. Deadpool saw what was coming and he didn't like it one bit, cursing through the gag. Just then he felt a razor edge on the metal chair he was tied to and had no idea how it got there. Someone must of broke the chair and left it behind so it was a pure godsend. He reached the freezing blade and started sawing at the tape that bound his hands together as much he could without bringing attention to it and giving himself away.
The hammer came down in an instant on Deadpool's big toe smashing it to mush.
"This little piggy went to the strip club," the Kingpin gritted through his teeth with a smile.
Deadpool jolted back in agony. The first round of tape snapped off and there was one more round to saw through. Fortunately his actions were going unnoticed by both the busy Kingpin and Joe who wasn't doing what he got paid for.
"This little piggy went to a cocktail bar and consumed too many Harvey Wall bangers," he said once again hurtling the hammer down on Deadpool's pinkie toe.
Jolting once again in extreme pain, the last round of tape snapped off and fell to the floor and Deadpool regained full use of his hands. He needed to wait for the right moment but not too long or he wouldn't have any toes left.
Kingpin put the bloodstained hammer back into the briefcase and pulled out his prided 9mm Uzi.
"Is there anything you would like to say before I give the floor a paintjob with your brains?" Kingpin queried.
"No? Alright then! This is for little Steven, may he rest in peace, God bless his soul," he spoke, lifting the weapon to Deadpool's forehead with his finger on the trigger.
Deadpool swiftly jerked the pistol out of its holster and threw the chair down in one move, shooting kingpin, once in the chest and in the head. Joe jolted to attention and pulled out his weapon but it was too late. Deadpool swung around still tied to the chair and on the ground and filled his chest with lead.
An intense silence followed as the gun smoke drifted to the domed ceiling. Kingpin dropped the Uzi with a startled look on his face and fell to the floor. Blood poured out his chest and trickled down his face and Joe just slumped to the floor and remained motionless. Deadpool, even in his intense discomfort, untied himself and picked up the Uzi. There would be more men coming into the room any moment, after all the commotion they must've heard and he was there with a gun barrel pointed squarely at the door ready to finish the job and pay Mr Leeds a little visit if he made it out alive.