Not a Hero but a Merc (Deadpool Male Reader X BNHA Vol. 1) [Completed]

Chapter 27: Where's Francis?! - Part 1

Third Person's POV

Izuku Midoriya was doing some weightlifting in front of his television as he was currently watching the news. He looked beside him and saw his mother made her way towards the green haired fanboy.

"Izuku, your friend want to talk to you." She gave him his phone, which he gladly took it.

"Hello," Izuku greeted, putting the weight on the table.

[Yo, bestie! How you doin?] (Y/N) chirped, shocking the boy as he heard the mercenary's voice.

"(N/N)-chan?" Izuku raised his brows, clearly confused on why the boy called him. "I'm doing just great. I'm doing some exercise for the Sport Festival."

[Oh that's great!] The mercenary called out. Suddenly, a gunshot can be heard followed by a man screaming out loud. "I'm having a private conversation here!"

"(N-N/N)-chan, what was that?!"

"I'm doing some...errand..."

[Breaking news, couple of murders have been happening around of Musutafu City!] Izuku perked as he glanced at the news in television. [Witnesses has it that the culprit is wearing red suit and talking a very vulgar language. The motif of the various murder is still unknown.]

"(N/N)-chan....what kind of errand have you been doing?" Izuku deadpanned as he heard the news.

[Well...] The mercenary chuckled. [You might want to read this flashback.]

Flashback – 3 days before

(Y/N)'s POV

I was looking at a board with names that associates with brown shitstick from League of Pussy. I looked at my Anti-Hero suit as I grins at the reader and wiggle my brows.

"This shit's gonna have nuts in it! WADE HIT IT!"

It's time for...KILLING MONTAGE!

Guys, I don't think we have enough body bag...

I arrived at an abandon arcade as I slammed a man on their head on pinball machine. "WHERE'S FRANCIS?!" I shouted at him as another man tries to hit me with a glass. I raised my arm and broke it before taking out my knife and repeatedly stabbing him in the gut. Suddenly, I was rapidly shot from behind until he runs out of ammo. I slowly turn around and saw him scared his pants of and began to run away. "Where's Francis~?"

The scene changed back at my room as I stabbed the picture with a knife. "One down...and about lot of them left...this gonna be a rough week," I looked at the reader once more. "For them..."

Then the scene cut to me doing laundry mat, trying to get the blood of my school wear. Then an old blind woman walks by and addresses at me. "Seltzer water and lemon for blood...or wear red. Dumbass."

I looked at the camera and shrugged. "She's right..."

The scene changed into me walking inside a room where two girls in a boxing match. I scanned around the room and saw a Japanese yakuza standing on a pillar. I pushed the crowds away, even throwing one of them away. I pulled out my katana and threw it into his hand, impaling him into the pillar. I took out my handgun and shoot it a couple of time, as people began to scrambled.

"Wait! You're that guy from Yakuza!" I smiled under the mask as I pulled out the knife. "Autograph my spleen for me? Oh by the way...WHERE'S FRANCIS!"

I stabbed a cover Yakuza game on the board in my room and pulled off my mask. "How could they enjoy this game without me in it?"

You have your own game, remember?