When the two were bickering, Luke watched with interest. He took off his Zorro hat and put it on the bar with one hand, and took the beer bottle on the table with the other hand and put the bottle to his mouth.
The two people who were arguing enthusiastically, their mouths were still moving, but their eyes involuntarily glanced sideways.
With a slight clicking sound, the smiley mask opened to the left and right, retracted into the collar of the combat uniform behind, revealing the face of a middle-aged white man.
The two stopped quarreling and looked at the face with sharp eyes.
Gurgle.
Luke took a sip of beer slowly: "Why are you not arguing anymore?"
As he spoke, he also took out an unopened bag of potato chips from the bar and took a look. They flavored like milk chocolate.
He tore open a piece of potato chip and put it in his mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound: "Well, it's a little sweet, but everything else is fine."
The Wade-Visor duo nearby were stunned.
After a moment, Wade spoke again: "You must be a fake V."
"Hmm?" Luke was busy with his mouth, but he just gave a puzzled look with his eyes.
Wade: "How can V eat potato chips and beer? Shouldn't you be drinking Lipton tea and eating bear biscuits like those British masters?"
Luke slowly took another potato chip in his hand, still speaking in his authentic London accent: "I can understand bear biscuits, but is Lipton black tea the kind of instant tea bag?"
Wade: “Yeah.”
Luke: "No. Actually, I prefer Dr. Pepper."
Wiseau's jaw almost hit the bar: Wait, are you guys sick, or is there something wrong with my worldview
What the hell is Lipton black tea + bear biscuits + British master
Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to him.
Wade seemed to be interested: "Wait, don't talk yet. Why do I feel like you look familiar?"
As he spoke, he leaned back and patted Wisuo on the bar: "Do you think he looks like that..."
Wiseau seemed to have the same feeling: "Yeah, he looks a lot like the guy who drives the plot. If he changes into a black suit and tie, he'll be about 60 to 70 percent like him. Well, but this is definitely a high-end version."
Wade nodded thoughtfully and asked Luke, "What's your last name?"
Luke chuckled: "You can call me Mr. Smith if you like."
Wade and Wiseau looked strange and said in unison: "Agent Smith?"
Luke turned his head and gave the two of them a "modest" smile.
The two of them exclaimed in unison: "That's it, that's the expression, they are so similar."
Luke didn't bother to pay attention to these two idiots.
In fact, he just needed to make sure Wade wouldn't commit suicide.
He has only found one mercenary who is greedy for money, has a strong professional ethics, and has extraordinary strength.
But he didn't know at that moment that if there was a most boring thing in the world, Wade's suicide would only rank second - watching Wade's suicide would definitely rank first.
"So, what's this Agent Smith you're talking about?" he asked casually.
Following this question, Wade talked about his tragedy.
Simply put, this guy fainted on Christmas Eve and was sent to the hospital for examination. It was found that he had cancer and would not live more than a year.
It just so happened that Wade hadn't spent much of the five million he earned, so Vanessa took him running around for a month, and ended up spending hundreds of thousands of dollars. No one dared to guarantee how long he would live, not even three to five years.
There is nothing that a stingy old man like Wade doesn't understand.
Those private specialized cancer hospitals that say there is still hope just want him to stay there and spend money. Anyway, they cannot be blamed for when the cancer patient dies.
As a result, when he came to this bar to drink, he met a man in a black suit who claimed to work for the government medical department. He looked a bit like V, the one Wade jokingly called Agent Smith.
It is said that they specialize in providing terminally ill patients with the opportunity for recovery, but this treatment is somewhat experimental. Wade can contact him if he is willing.
Wade chose to accept it after a few days because he knew that with normal medical treatment, he would have no chance of survival.
It would be fine if it happened to him, but it was too unfair for Vanessa to watch him die day by day.
As a result, his terminal illness was cured through a treatment that was not a very pleasant experience, but he was disfigured.
Wade didn't elaborate on what the treatment was, and Luke didn't ask.
He just felt that this guy might have taken some weird medicine that killed the cancer cells and restored his body to strength. The only drawback was that his appearance looked like it was contaminated by radiation.
There are too many people in this world who are engaged in black technology. All of William Stella's research data is in the storage space. He has no time to study it, so how can he have the time to care about this "disfiguring" technology.
"I have to find that damn English guy and have him restore my face so I can go see Vanessa," Wade muttered to himself.
Weisuo subconsciously glanced at a nearby audience member who spoke with a very authentic London accent, and said insincerely: "There is true love in the world, she loves you so much..."
Wade leaned his head closer to him: "Are you talking about this face?"
Weisuo couldn't help but tilt his head and vomited. "Okay, this is indeed a bit difficult. But are you sure she doesn't have any special aesthetic preferences, such as a love of that or something like that?"
Wade: "She likes me the way I was before, because I was the most handsome man in the world, not the raped avocado I am now."
Wiseau nodded in agreement: "It seems you only have one way out."
Wade: "Yeah, find Francis."
Wiseau said almost simultaneously: "Make a horror movie."
Wade was stunned: "What?"
Wiseau: "Look at your face. You look like the main character in a horror movie. You don't even need makeup. It's a waste if you're not an actor."
Wade was silent for a moment, but decided to get back to the point: "I want to find Francis, so I'll start with his men."
Wiseau shrugged. "Well, he thought you were dead anyway, right?"
Wade: "That factory was blown up. He must have thought I was dead."
Wiseau: "Then you need a super thick mask to cover your face so he won't notice you. Also, you need a code name, how about Death Wade? Or Devil Wade?"
Wade waved his hand impatiently and stood up: "I have a mask and a code name - deadpool! It can scare all the villains into peeing their pants."
Weisuo couldn't help but glance at someone not far away: This guy is so scary that I almost peed my pants. Can you take him away quickly? If you don't leave, I'm almost finished with my script.
Fortunately, Wade, who felt that he had a plan, was already immersed in the fantasy of restoring his appearance, so he just got up and left.
Luke chuckled twice and didn't call him.
Picking up his beer, he also stood up.
With a click, the smiley mask rose and closed again. He took the Zorro hat from the bar and put it on: "Wish you a good dream."
When the black cloak disappeared at the door, Visuo took a deep breath and leaned against the wine cabinet: "Damn it, Falco, I scared you to death."
If he hadn't been relying on inertia to talk nonsense to Wade, he would have been scared to death.
It's not that he is timid, it's just that he can't afford to offend the Smiling Face People, and he doesn't want to disappear mysteriously like those killers.