As they bickered, Luke watched with great interest. He took off his Zorro hat and put it on the bar with one hand. He picked up the beer bottle on the table with the other and brought it to his mouth.
The two of them, who had been very engrossed in their argument, couldn't help but glance over.
With a light click, the smiley mask opened and retracted into the collar of the uniform, revealing the face of a middle-aged white man.
The two of them stopped bickering and looked at the face with bright eyes.
Gulp.
Luke unhurriedly took a sip of his beer. "Why aren't you arguing?"
As he spoke, he took out an unopened bag of chips from the counter and looked at it. It was milk chocolate flavored.
He opened it and stuffed a chip into his mouth, which crunched noisily. "Well, apart from being a little sweet, it's alright."
Wade and Weasel were dumbfounded.
A moment later, Wade said, "You're definitely a fake V."
"Huh?" Luke was busy talking, but he cast a puzzled look at him.
Wade said, "How can V eat potato chips and beer? Shouldn't you be drinking Lipton black tea and eating bear biscuits like those British lords? "
Luke unhurriedly picked up another chip and said in his authentic British accent, "I can understand bear biscuits, but is Lipton black tea like those convenient tea bags?"
Wade said, "That's right."
Luke said, "I've never had it. Actually, I prefer it. "
Weasel's jaw almost hit the bar. Wait, are you guys sick, or is there something wrong with my worldview?
What the hell was Lipton black tea, bear biscuits, and British lords?
Unfortunately, nobody paid any attention to him.
Wade seemed a little interested. "Wait, don't say anything yet. Why do I feel like you look a little familiar? "
As he spoke, he leaned back and patted Weasel on the bar. "Don't you think he looks a lot like that …"
Weasel seemed to have the same feeling. "That's right, he looks a lot like that guy who drove the plot. If he were in a black suit and tie, he'd look about the same. Hm, but this is definitely the high-end version. "
Wade nodded thoughtfully and asked Luke, "What's your surname?"
Luke chuckled. "You can call me Mr. Smith if you want."
Wade and Weasel had strange expressions as they said in unison, "(Agent Smith)?"
Luke turned around and gave them a "modest" smile.
Both of them exclaimed in unison, "That's it. That's the expression. It's too similar."
Luke couldn't be bothered with these two idiots.
In fact, he just needed to make sure that Wade wouldn't commit suicide.
So far, he had only found one mercenary who was greedy for money, had professional ethics, and had extraordinary strength.
But at this moment, he didn't know that if there was the most boring thing in the world, then Wade's suicide could only be ranked second — Wade's suicide was definitely ranked first.
"So, what's the deal with Agent Smith?" he asked casually.
With this question, Wade began to speak of his tragedy.
To put it simply, the guy fainted on Christmas Eve and was sent to the hospital for a checkup. It was discovered that he had cancer and wouldn't live for more than a year at most.
It just so happened that Wade hadn't used much of the five million he had earned, and Vanessa took him around for a month. In the end, they spent hundreds of thousands of dollars. No one could guarantee that he would live long, not even for three to five years.
What didn't a stingy veteran like Wade understand?
The private cancer hospitals that said there was still hope just wanted him to stay there and spend money. In any case, they couldn't be blamed for cancer patients' deaths.
In the end, when he came to the bar for a drink, he ran into a man in a black suit who claimed to work in the government's medical department. He looked a little like V, and was the one Wade jokingly called Agent Smith.
It was said that they specialized in providing a chance for terminally ill patients to recover, but this treatment was somewhat experimental. Wade could contact him if he wanted.
Wade chose to accept it after a few days, because he knew that he had no chance of survival with normal medical treatment.
It was fine if it was himself, but it wouldn't be fair for Vanessa to watch him die day by day.
In the end, his terminal illness had been cured by a treatment that wasn't very pleasant, but he was disfigured.
Wade didn't elaborate on what the treatment was, and Luke didn't ask.
He just felt that the guy might have taken some weird drug that killed the cancer cells and made his body strong again. The only downside was that his appearance looked like it had been contaminated by radiation.
There were too many people in this world who dabbled in black technology. All of William Stella's research data was in his inventory, and he didn't even have time to study it. How could he have the time to care about this "disfiguring" technology?
"I have to find that damn Englishman and have him restore my face so I can see Vanessa," Wade muttered to himself.
Weasel subconsciously looked at a certain listener who was close by and spoke with an authentic British accent. He said insincerely, "There's true love in the world. She loves you so much …"
Wade leaned his head close to him. "Are you talking about this face?"
Weasel couldn't help but turn his head and vomit. "Fine, that's indeed a little difficult. Hm, but are you sure she doesn't have any special aesthetic preferences, like that sort of thing?"
Wade said, "She liked me in the past, because I was the most handsome man in the world back then, not this avocado that has been raped."
Weasel nodded in agreement. "Looks like you only have one way out."
Wade said, "Yes, find Francis."
Almost at the same time, Weasel said, "Make a horror movie."
Wade was stunned. "What?"
Weasel said, "Look at your face. It's like the monster in a horror movie. You don't even need makeup. It's a waste not to be an actor."
After a brief silence, Wade decided to get back to business. "If I want to find Francis, I'll start with his subordinates."
Weasel shrugged. "Fine. In any case, he thinks you're dead, right?"
Wade said, "That factory was blown up. He definitely thinks I'm dead."
Weasel said, "Then you need a super thick mask to cover your face so that he doesn't notice. Also, you need a code name. Hm, how about Wade the Grim Reaper? Or Wade the Devil? "
Wade waved his hand impatiently and got up. "I have a mask and a code name — Deadpool! It can scare all the villains into peeing their pants. "
Weasel couldn't help but glance at someone not far away. This guy is about to pee his pants. Can you hurry up and take him away? If you don't leave, I'll run out of lines.
Fortunately, Wade, who thought he had a plan, was already immersed in the fantasy of recovering his appearance. He got up and left.
Luke chuckled and didn't stop him.
Picking up his beer, Luke stood up.
With a click, the smiley mask rose and closed again. He picked up the Zorro hat from the bar and put it on. "Sweet dreams."
After the black cloak disappeared from the door, Weasel took a deep breath and leaned against the bar. "Motherf * cker, I was scared to death."
If he hadn't been talking to Wade out of habit, he would have been paralyzed with fright.
It wasn't that he was timid, but that he really couldn't afford to offend the smiley man, nor did he want to disappear mysteriously like those killers.
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