Sister Margaret Bar.
Just like countless other small bars in New York City, there is an unknown small bar hidden in a dark unknown alley. Unless he was drunk and accidentally bumped into someone, or if he was introduced by an acquaintance, a normal person would never walk in.
It's just that this bar is different from other bars. After all, no matter how unknown other bars are, there are always a few sexy beauties dancing on the dance floor. If it doesn't work, they must be female.
However, there was not a single woman in this place called "Sister Margaret's Bar". In the bar, there were only a few burly men with big muscles and round waists, thick faces, and hair all over their bodies except for tattoos.
"Jerry, I've said it many times, you should really hire more beautiful and hot waiters. Every time you come in, it's all these old men. I can't help but feel it."
A white man who looks pretty good, but is just mean, is complaining to the bar owner: "You know what I said about not feeling, right? It's my heart, I don't even feel my heartbeat. What do you think I'm talking about?"
"Shut up, Wilson," the bar owner said helplessly, "Don't you see that Smith is very troubled? Just stop adding fuel to the fire."
"It's okay, Jerry. It's good to listen to Wilson's trash talk when you're upset. Just treat it like a talk show."
Mr. Smith picked up the glass and drank it in one gulp.
Jerry fed Smith again: "Brother, you are a member of a big company, equivalent to a regular employee, and your life is much better than that of us lonely ghosts. Why are you sighing?"
Before Smith could speak, Wilson came over, shook his head and said: "I know, it must be because of women, right? I've said it a long time ago, a man will only think about getting married if his brains are wiped out. So don't blame me. You didn't follow the crowd when you got married, man, it was mainly me preparing for your second bachelor night."
"Shut up, Wilson," Jerry frowned, "Brother Smith's marriage is the envy of everyone in the circle. First, the bride is unreasonably beautiful; second, the bride or the bride's family and friends do not have any deep hatred for him. ;Third, and most importantly, the bride and she are not traveling together.”
"Such a perfect family combination, many killer mercenaries can't even dream of it. So Brother Smith must be worried about work. Wilson, you are a single dog, you don't know anything about marriage and family, go away and enjoy yourself."
Listening to Jerry's words, Smith did not say a word, but looked up to the sky and drank another gulp.
""
Jerry narrowed his eyes and hurriedly filled Smith again, and said cautiously: "Is it possible to let Wilson, a bitch, say it accurately?"
Smith sighed and said weakly: "We separated recently."
"ah"
Jerry and Wilson's eyes widened at the same time.
"Don't think too much, it's just sleeping in separate rooms."
Smith coughed dryly and explained.
"ah"
Jerry and Wilson's eyes widened.
Smith rolled his eyes helplessly: "Although I know you two are purely gloating about your misfortune, can you not be so obvious? The fire of gossip is about to burst out of your eyes."
"Ahem, sorry," Jerry subconsciously took off his glasses and wiped them, "I can't help it. It's not easy for me to hear this kind of news."
Wilson approached Smith with an excited look on his face: "Then you two will always be separated, or will you separate after you are done?"
Smith simply raised his foot and kicked Wilson away.
Immediately, a chorus of whistles and cheers rang out in the bar, such as "Kill this turtle grandson", "Brother, I'll beat you up, fuck him to death", "Kill him to death, I'll treat you tonight" and other similar shouts.
Wilson climbed back up and gave the others the middle finger. Amidst the boos, he sat back next to Smith and lowered his voice: "Don't be discouraged, man. Although my wife won't let me go to bed, we men still have other solutions. If it doesn't work, we still have two hands."
Smith shook his head and said: "Wilson, if you hadn't saved my life in Serbia, I would definitely shoot you now."
"It's okay, Smith, you can do it now." Jerry pointed to a small blackboard above his head, "Right now, the person in the bar who wants to die the most is this guy."
Smith and Wilson looked up at the same time and saw the words "Dead Pond" written on the blackboard, followed by a list of human lives and a price list.
As expected, the first place is Wade Wilson, and his price is 120 US dollars.
Smith took out a green note and slapped it on the table: "I'll add another 100."
Jerry quickly took the banknote and stuffed it into his pocket happily.
"This is jealousy, pure jealousy." Wilson said disdainfully, "Anyway, I have made up my mind. No matter how beautiful a girl I meet, I will never marry her, Walter Malefak."
Wilson's eyes widened.
Jerry and Smith followed his line of sight and turned around to see a girl with short hair and a sexy figure walking towards them.
"Hello, handsome boy, do you want to be sucked dry?"
The girl looked at Wilson simply.
Wilson opened his mouth, but before he could speak, a strong man with a height of 200cm and a weight of 200cm came from behind and slapped the girl hard from the waist down: "Tsk, tsk, Wilson, this girl is so powerful."
Seeing his goddess being flirted with, Wilson became furious: "Stop, Bike, apologize immediately, or else"
The big man with a beard that almost reached his navel laughed disdainfully, shrugged and said, "What else, Wilson?"
Before Wilson could take action, the girl suddenly took action and grabbed something between the big man's legs.
"Oh, my God," Wilson's whole body trembled, like a frightened quail. Looking at the grinning man, he quickly shouted, "Hurry up and apologize. Damn it, Bick, hurry up and say those three words. Could it be that? Don’t you want those three words of yours?”
The burly man who was dragging me down for $258,000 just now was now stammering with the little girl who had just been raped, pitifully aggrieved and aggrieved: "I'm sorry."
The girl snorted, let go, turned to look at the petrified Wilson, and stretched out her hand generously: "Vanessa"
"Uh" Thinking that the girl's hand had just touched something that shouldn't be touched, Wilson blinked and grabbed the girl's other hand, "Wade Wilson."
"So Wilson, if I am willing to stay with you for one night, what price are you willing to pay for your comeback?"
"Wait a minute, let me take a look." Wilson quickly took out his wallet, "a total of 152 yuan, plus a dessert shop experience card."
"Okay, 48 minutes from now, I'll be yours."
Vanessa picked up the dessert shop experience card, stuffed it into Wilson's mouth, then pulled his collar and left the bar.
"What's going on?" Jerry on the side was already dumbfounded. "I feel like my eyes and IQ have been insulted. Such a beautiful girl with such a personality actually fell in love with that bitch Wilson. And an honest, kind and smart man like me, But no girl is willing to talk to me. It’s unreasonable, Smith. I also want to have a sweet love."
Smith picked up the wine glass and said calmly: "Wilson is right, Jerry, you really should hire some beautiful waiters."
However, Jerry obviously didn't hear Smith's words. Instead, he opened his mouth wide and looked behind Smith in surprise: "You are, John Wick."