In fact, Wade now looks like a mutated Shar-Pei dog contaminated by radiation, or... a rotten avocado
No wonder Wade stayed away from showing up, but just secretly followed his girlfriend and let her post missing person notices everywhere.
Using a rotten avocado to test a woman's love seems really too much.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Are you interested in going to the bar? I'll treat you."
Wade said nothing, still looking at the third-floor balcony with infatuation.
Luke was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he took out his cell phone, pointed it at the avocado and snapped it.
The flash and the sound of camera shots startled Wade: "What are you doing?"
Luke: "If you keep pretending to be dead here, I will send your shit-like face to your girlfriend."
Wade: "I was wrong. Where can I drink? Oh, I don't have any money."
Luke glanced at him with disdain: "Of course, you even stole this outfit, right?"
Wade: "How is that possible? It was obviously the guy who felt hot and threw it on the ground himself."
Luke: “Tell the truth.” He raised the phone in his hand, as if ready to send a photo.
Wade immediately backed down: "The truth is, the guy fell in love with a street prostitute, and took off his clothes in the alley, and I took it."
Luke: "Stealing is stealing, what's there to be ashamed of? Well, you have no shame now anyway."
Wade: "Flower Q!"
Ten minutes later, a figure in a black cloak stepped into the bar of Sister Mary or something, then walked slowly through the crowd, walked to the bar, sat down, and tapped the table twice with his knuckles: "One beer and one fake whiskey."
The bartender, who was sorting the drinks on the wine cabinet with his back to him, turned his head impatiently: "I don't sell fake... whiskey here~"
His last word, like a yodeling trill, took several turns and ended off-tune.
But no one laughed at him.
The original crowd in the bar, which was noisy when the figure in the black cloak walked in, gradually dwindled, like a radio that had its stop button pressed one by one.
Luke tilted his head: "Then have another beer."
After saying that, he turned towards the hall and said, "If you don't get up and leave when I count to three, you don't have to leave tonight."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang, and fifty or sixty customers with hideous and ferocious faces stood up almost at the same time and pressed towards the door of the bar.
Outside the bar, Wade stood by the door, leaning against the wall, looking up at the sky, and was distracted again.
Suddenly there was a rumbling sound, quickly approaching the door from the bar.
The next moment, the door of the bar was slammed several meters away, and a large group of people swarmed out like ants.
From time to time, you can hear a few guys running out shouting in a low voice: "Run."
"It's the Smiley Man."
Wade stared blankly at the large group of people scattering like birds and beasts. After a moment, he turned his head and looked at two unlucky guys who were either stepped on or squeezed unconscious. He sighed, squatted down, and stretched out his uncontrollable hands.
A few seconds later, a few curses were heard at the door: "Assholes, two poor bastards."
"Poor bastards just stay at home and watch TV and eat shit, and don't drink any wine!"
In the bar, Weisuo tremblingly handed over two bottles of beer, looked at the smiling mask in front of him, and said bitterly: "The beer you asked for..."
As Luke flipped his fingers, a little golden color appeared from between his fingers. He flicked his fingers and the small golden object rolled towards Visuo.
Visuo caught it subconsciously.
Gold! This thing is definitely gold. He was so sure at the first sight of its luster.
When he held it in his hand, he felt more familiar with the touch.
When he looked down, he looked horrified.
A continental gold coin lay quietly in his palm.
Only then did I hear the smiling man leisurely ask: "Is all the money for the drinks here enough for tonight?"
Weisuo said with a sad face: "This, this... can it be exchanged for cash? Just US dollars will do."
Luke chuckled, "What do you think?"
Visuo closed his eyes in pain, withdrew his hand, and threw the Continental gold coin into the bar drawer like a hot potato.
Every mainland gold coin has a code to confirm its origin.
Most of the links through which it flows are traceable.
Unless it is a transaction between two people and the person who received the gold coins has not yet spent them, the origin of the gold coins cannot be concealed at all.
The Smiling Man was surrounded by a group of killers in Quagmire Park before. The news spread from Visuo's mobile phone. He was an eyewitness.
What’s even more terrifying is that none of the dozens of killers who were waiting for news in his bar that day ever showed up again and simply disappeared.
Of course, he sold this information to many people, just to prove that he was just an outsider and not an accomplice of the Smiley Man.
The strange thing was that there was no response from the Mainland Hotel, as if the large number of dead killers had never been there.
The mercenaries who were in the bar just now had all heard the news to some extent, and they used it as a topic of conversation and boasted about it for a long time.
That is why, the moment the smiling man appeared, these people immediately backed down.
No one wants to mess with the Smiley Man because he can cause 60+ professional veterans to disappear, and none of these mercenaries wants to be the next missing person.
So the question is: The Smiley Man had a conflict with the killers of the Continental Hotel. The killers disappeared collectively, and the Smiley Man appeared again. Where did his Continental gold coins come from
The clever Wiseau felt that he did not need any reminders from others.
In fact, he was right.
These gold coins were found on the killers.
V has been too low-key recently, which is not a good thing.
The clone will be back to New York soon, and by then V will be free anyway, so he will have to come out as well.
It's just a few days, no big deal.
If the people over at the high table come to their senses and send some killers to deal with V, wouldn't we get the wool again
With a clone taking the blame, someone no longer has to worry about showing off.
There seems to be nothing wrong with him ushering in the great era of superheroes.
At this time, Wade, wearing an old second-hand hoodie, walked in, sat down at the bar, and threw a handful of scattered US dollars on the bar: "Drinks are on me."
As he said that, he picked up a bottle of beer and drank it down in gulps.
Even though Weisuo was nervous at the moment, he still glanced at him and couldn't help but said, "A bottle of beer is twenty dollars, and you only have twenty-seven dollars here."
Wade didn't care and pulled down his hood: "Don't give me that. It's good enough that I give you money."
When Wei Suo heard the voice, he was stunned and subconsciously shouted: "Wade? Aren't you dead? Damn it, I bet on you in the prize pool, and now there's no hope."
Wade: "I won't die even if your son dies. Oh, no, you don't have a son at all."
Weisuo didn't pay much attention to his venomous tongue. He looked at his face, frowned and vomited: "Wow, why do you look like an avocado?"
Wade touched his face nonchalantly: "Is it that bad?"
Visuo shook his head. "No, it should be an avocado being fucked from behind by an older, uglier avocado, and you are the fruit of their love."
Wade didn't care. He was just afraid that Vanessa would think he was ugly and that Wiseau was nothing.