The truth was that Wade was like a mutated Shar Pei that had been contaminated by radiation, or rather … a rotten avocado?
No wonder Wade had been hiding and had only secretly followed his girlfriend, allowing her to put up missing-person notices everywhere.
It really seemed too much to test a woman's love with a rotten avocado.
Thinking for a moment, he said, "Are you interested in going to a bar? It's my treat. "
Wade didn't say anything and continued to stare at the balcony on the third floor.
Luke couldn't be bothered to waste his breath. He simply took out his phone and aimed it at the avocado.
The camera flashes and the sound of the camera snapping woke Wade up. "What are you doing?"
Luke said, "If you keep pretending to be dead, I'll send your shitty face to your girlfriend."
Wade said, "I was wrong. Where can I drink it? Right, I don't have any money. "
Luke glanced at him disdainfully. "Of course. You even stole these clothes, right?"
Wade said, "How is that possible? That guy clearly threw them on the ground because they were hot."
Luke said, "Tell me the truth." He raised his phone, as if he was about to send a photo.
Wade was instantly terrified. "The truth is, that guy took a liking to someone standing on the street, and took off his clothes in the alley. I took it."
Luke said, "Stealing is stealing. What's so embarrassing about that? Hm, you don't have any face now anyway. "
Wade said, "F * ck you!"
Ten minutes later, a figure in a black cloak stepped into the bar called Sister Mary or something. He walked through the crowd unhurriedly and sat down in front of the bar counter. He bent his knuckles and lightly tapped the table twice. "A glass of beer and a glass of fake whiskey."
Weasel, who had his back to him, turned his head impatiently. "I don't sell fake … whiskey ~"
His last word was like a warbling yodel, full of twists and turns, and ended out of tune.
But no one laughed at him.
The crowd in the bar gradually thinned out after the black-cloaked figure walked in. It was as if the stop button had been pressed on a radio.
Luke tilted his head. "Then I'll have another bottle of beer."
After saying that, he turned to the hall. "I'll count to three. If you don't get up and leave, you don't have to leave tonight."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang. Fifty to sixty ferocious-looking customers stood up at almost the same time and squeezed towards the entrance of the bar.
Outside the bar, Wade stood at the door and leaned against the wall. He looked up at the sky and spaced out again.
Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound, and it quickly approached the door from the bar.
The next moment, the door of the bar was knocked several meters away, and a large group of people rushed out like ants.
From time to time, they could hear a few people running out and whispering, "Run!"
"It's Smiling Face."
Wade stared blankly at the large group of people scattering like birds and beasts. After a moment, he turned his head and looked at the two unlucky fellows who had fainted from being trampled or squeezed. Sighing, he squatted down and stretched out his uncontrollable hands.
A few seconds later, a few curses came from the door. "Bastards, two poor bastards."
"Poor people should just stay at home and watch TV and eat sh * t. Why the hell would they drink alcohol!"
In the bar, Weasel nervously handed over two bottles of beer. Looking at the smiling face in front of him, he said bitterly, "The beer you wanted …"
As Luke flicked his fingers, a golden spot appeared between them. With a flick of his finger, the golden object tumbled toward Weasel.
Weasel subconsciously caught it.
Gold! This thing was definitely gold. He was sure of it the moment he saw the luster.
When he held it in his hand, he was even more familiar with the feeling.
When he looked down, he was horrified.
A Continental gold coin lay quietly in his palm.
At that moment, he heard Smiling Face say leisurely, "Is the money for all the drinks here tonight enough?"
Weasel scowled. "Can … can it be exchanged for cash? USD will do. "
Luke chuckled. "What do you think?"
Weasel closed his eyes in pain, retracted his hand, and threw the gold coin into the bar drawer like a hot potato.
Every Continental Gold Coin had a code that could be used to identify its origin.
Most of the links that it had circulated through were traceable.
Unless it was a transaction between two people, and the person who received the gold coin hadn't left, there was no way to hide the origin of the gold coin.
Smiling Face had been surrounded by a bunch of hitmen in Swamp Park. The news had spread through Weasel's phone, and he had experienced it himself.
What was even more terrifying was that the dozens of hitmen who had been waiting at his bar that day never showed up again. They had vanished into thin air.
Of course, he had sold this information to a lot of people to prove that he was just an outsider and not an accomplice of Smiling Face.
Strangely, the Continental Hotel didn't react at all, as if the dead hitmen had never been there.
The mercenaries in the bar had more or less heard the news, and had even bragged about it for a while.
Because of that, the moment the smiling man showed up, these people were terrified.
Nobody wanted to mess with Smiling Face, because he could make more than 60 professional veterans disappear. None of these mercenaries wanted to be the next one to go missing.
So here was the problem: Smiling Face and the hitmen at the Continental Hotel were at loggerheads. The hitmen had all disappeared, and Smiling Face had reappeared. Where did his Continental gold coins come from?
The smart Weasel felt that he didn't need anyone to give him hints.
In fact, he was right.
The gold coins had been found on the hitmen.
V had been too low-key recently, which wasn't good.
His clone would return to New York soon. By then, V would have nothing to do, so he would come out.
It was just a few days, and it wasn't a big deal.
If the people at the high table thought it through and got some hitmen to deal with V, wouldn't they have the money again?
With his clone as the scapegoat, Luke no longer had any scruples about being pretentious.
There didn't seem to be anything wrong with him starting the age of superheroes.
At that moment, Wade, who was wearing an old, secondhand hoodie, walked in. He sat down at the bar and threw a handful of dollars on the counter. "My treat."
As he spoke, he picked up a bottle of beer and gulped it down.
Even though Weasel was panicking, he still glanced at it and couldn't help saying, "A bottle of beer is twenty dollars. You only have twenty-seven."
Wade didn't think much of it and pulled down his hood. "Come on, it's good enough that I'm giving you money."
Weasel was stunned when he heard the voice. He subconsciously shouted, "Wade? Aren't you dead? Damn it, I bet on you in the prize pool. There's no chance now. "
Wade said, "I won't die even if your son dies. Oh, wait, you don't have a son at all. "
Weasel didn't care much about his sharp tongue. Looking at his face, he frowned and vomited. "Wow, why do you look like an avocado?"
Wade touched his face nonchalantly. "Is it that bad?"
Weasel shook his head. "No, it's more like an avocado being forced from behind by an older and uglier avocado. You're the crystallization of their love."
Wade didn't care. He was only afraid that Vanessa would think he was ugly. Weasel was nothing.
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