"Wade, they all said you're dead."

In a slum bar in Rio de Janeiro, Deadpool was sitting in a box, drinking with the Hydra Commander who survived the disaster, well, the side dish was three tacos, Wade's favorite.

These two guys who had just killed themselves and were now like their best friends, and the Hydra Commander named Bob was probably frightened. In short, he drank very quickly, as if he was planning to get himself drunk.

Bob took a sip of wine, lifted the hood in front of him, and said to Deadpool, who was eating the burrito with a delicious taste:

"I went to find you after I retired, but your family was empty. Your neighbor told me that you moved in with a prostitute. Then I went to the bar you often went to, and the bartender who didn't look very normal told me that you died... I died a few years ago. What the hell is going on? Wade."

"Things are complicated, and you are a normal person. If you can't keep up with my thinking, it's hard for me to explain it clearly to you, Bob."

Wade shrugged, he filled his burrito with ketchup, and said unconsciously:

"I should have killed you, Bob, this is my mission."

"But for the sake of your wife having cooked me a big meal, for the sake of your two adorable children, I just pretend that I have never seen you. Run, before they send others to find you, the farther you can run, the better, and it is best to dig a hole in the deepest tomb you can find until these fucking things are over."

"End? No, it won't end."

The drunk Bob, Wade's comrade-in-arms when he served in the Middle East, and his good friend who had been on the battlefield together said to Wade with a look of despair:

"There is something wrong with the things I escorted. Those lunatic Hydras won't let me go. Oh my God, I wouldn't have taken this job if I had known it."

"Speaking of this, how could you get mixed up with Hydra?"

Wade wiped the tomato sauce on his fingers on Bob's sleeve, and he picked up another burrito and asked curiously:

"Don't you hate these secret organizations the most?"

"I have a family to support, Wade."

Bob glanced at the sleeves of his clothes that were messed up with blood and tomato sauce. He shook his head and complained, saying:

"That little pension is not enough. You know me. I don't have anything else except war. I can't support me. I can only rejoin my old business... Hydra is actually great. Apart from those crazy brainwashing propaganda, they are generous and have good benefits. They also have dentist insurance. Occasionally, they can also call a few brainwashed girls to enjoy."

"But it hasn't been possible in the past few months. I almost got bullets when SHIELD raided the Hydra branch. I originally planned to wash my hands and stop after finishing this single job, but I didn't expect to meet you."

"This is a good thing, Bob, think about it."

Wade persuaded him casually:

"If it's not me, you're dead. The demon hunters under SHIELD are not afraid of joining Hydra for money or being brainwashed. They say they want to kill you, and they will definitely kill you. They are all a group of madmen, as crazy as Merlin, and crazy than me."

"well."

Bob sighed and said sadly:

"It seems that I'd better go back early and find a job to wash dishes. Although I earn less, I'm at least not at risk of my life. Speaking of which, Wade, are you from S.H.I.E.L.D.? Or do you work for money like me?"

"I'm different from you, Bob, I'm for something more important."

Deadpool slapped his clothes full of bullet holes with smugs, and he said:

"I'm fighting for freedom. After this mission is over, I'll be free. That bastard Merlin can no longer hold me in a cage."

"Merlin?Merlin Riley?"

Bob's hands trembled, and he said:

"You work for Merlin? Hell, he is the person the Hydra madmen want to kill the most. They also gave a reward, Merlin's head is worth 27 million!"

"It's only 27 million?"

Deadpool said in surprise:

"I want to buy Merlin's head for 27 million? You Hydras are not stupid? Who would provoke Merlin for 27 million? At least it would double it, right?"

"Who knows?"

Bob snorted, and he said:

"I can't care about this anymore. I have to leave. Wade, thank you for letting me go. I will repay you in the future, I swear."

"Wait, don't leave."

Wade grabbed Bob's wrist by the leaving, and he said:

"Tell me where the Hydras you are hiding, I have to make more orders while Merlin is willing to hire me to work, save some money, make a living difficult, and everyone has to make a living, anyway, you can't use that news."

"etc."

Bob blinked, and he said to Wade:

"Do you help them kill people and make money?"

"Yes, I have."

Deadpool said:

"I'll be free right away. If they don't give me money, will I work for them in vain?"

"Um...this is it."

Bob's eyes turned around, he looked around and lowered his voice and said to Wade:

"I suddenly had a great idea, Wade, why not join forces to make a big vote... I tell you what I know, all the Hydra strongholds in South America, that you can kill them, and after the matter is done, no matter how much S.H.E.D. pays you, I will take one-third... Just treat it as a hard work fee."

"One-third? Bob, I just let you go!"

Wade screamed in dissatisfaction like a castrated male singer:

"You ask for a price too high! You just moved your mouth, but I'm going to rush out and fight for my life! One tenth, no more!"

“One-fifth!”

Bob was not ruthless when he cut the price. After realizing that Hydra was already in a desperate situation, Bob decisively sold his previous employer, and he said to Deadpool:

"Let me do it, I want one-sixth, but you can't expose my existence. I mean, just treat me as dead, don't report my existence... You have to understand, Wade, I'm also at risk."

"make a deal!"

Wade ate his last bite of the burrito, shook the tomato sauce on his hand, and said to Bob:

"Give me the information, I will send your money directly to your wife."

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"Hehe, catch him! He robbed my wallet!"

On the commercial street of Hell's Kitchen, sharp screams echoed in the block. A blonde girl pointed at the thief who was running away and shouted, but the people around were just watching the fun and did not mean to come forward to help. Even the police standing by the roadside had no idea of ​​interfering in this matter.

This is Hell's Kitchen...

In Manhattan, and even the most chaotic and poorest areas in New York, thieves cannot be considered a crime at all, and that is part of the daily lives of residents here.

However, there are always some enthusiastic people who choose to help.

"Swish"

Just as the thief who had robbed the bag ran out more than ten meters away, a young man wearing a black hood suddenly stretched out his legs. The running thief could not dodge. After being tripped, he fell to the ground in a stance of flying up, and the wallet he stole in his hand also fell to his hand.

The thief turned around and stared at the person who tripped him. He seemed to be planning to teach this guy a lesson, but seeing the lazy policeman next to him turned his head, the thief could only curse fiercely, and then limped into the crowd.

The young black man who tripped over the thief reached out to pick up his wallet from the ground. He looked back at the owner of the wallet. A blonde girl in a long white dress ran over panting. A smile appeared on his face under his hood. He reached out and handed the wallet to the girl.

This seems to be no different from what he has done in recent times...

But just as the girl reached out to hold the wallet, the two people's skins touched each other, a beating white light and a scattered darkness lit up almost at the same time in the young black man's palms.

Now, the helper and the helper showed a surprised expression.

"Are you... superhuman?"

The blonde girl looked at the young man with a hood in front of her, who whispered:

"The same to you?"

"Well, my name is Tandy, from Cleveland, Ohio."

The blonde girl looked just adult, she generously reached out to the young black man who helped him. The latter hesitated for a moment, reached out to hold the finger that emitted a white glimmer and said:

"Tyrone, from Boston."

Looking at the innocent smile on Miss Tandy's face, the black Tayron couldn't help but smile, and he said:

"Next time, I'll be optimistic about your wallet. Miss. It's quite messy here. I'll leave first."

"Goodbye, Mr. Superhero."

The young girl waved to Tyron who helped her. They met by chance and couldn't talk about any friendship. They were just curious about each other because they were capable, but this would not change their life trajectory.

It is difficult for a rich girl with a poor family to have a life of intercourse with a poor boy.

Of course, accidents will always happen, otherwise the world will be too boring.

"Clang"

A loud bang suddenly broke out in the most prosperous neighborhood of Hell Kitchen. With the loud bangs, there were flames rising into the sky, just like a bomb exploding on the street. The terrifying scene exploded a car on the spot, causing pedestrians around to hug their heads and scream, and flee everywhere in chaos.

Something bad happened...

The black man Tyron helped a woman who fell down at his feet, then looked back and saw that on the other side of the street, the glass door at the door of a bank had been broken, and several guys with black hoods dragged bags full of money and rushed out with their weapons.

This is a bank robbery, and it is also a repertoire of Hell’s Kitchen.
To be continued...