At the US-Mexico border, an RV was parked next to the customs checkpoint.
"March in
take mand
line up
take a stand
make this warart”
Deafening industrial heavy metal rock was playing in the car, and two white men in beach shirts and beach pants were swaying to the music.
"Passports?" the customs officer at the checkpoint asked. "Are you all Americans?"
"Yes, it's the Americans."
The driver in the car took out two passports and handed them to the staff.
The staff took my passport and just checked it. It is much easier to enter Mexico from the United States than to enter the United States from Mexico.
"Um, are you going to Ensenada, Mexico?"
He asked the two people in the car.
"Yes, let's go and see if we can catch a tuna."
The staff returned the passport to the driver.
"Isn't it the tuna season recently? Many people will enter Mexico in the next few days. I wish you a safe journey."
The driver started the RV and sped along the Mexican highway.
"Maaaaaaah, it looks like there are a lot of competitors for this job."
The RV left the highway at a fork in the road, drove on a dilapidated country road, and finally drove into a village. There were already three people squatting on the roadside in the village, smoking and waiting.
"You're late, Wade."
Three men stood up. They were all tall, with thick calluses on their fingers and palms.
"I can't help it. The traffic after Pendleton is as bad as my intestines."
Wade Wilson said as he climbed into the RV and removed the mattress, revealing the neatly arranged guns and ammunition inside. There were even two packs of C4 explosives and more than twenty offensive grenades.
(Wade Wilson is Deadpool's real name, and he does not yet have super powers.)
The five men skillfully distributed various guns and ammunition and checked the condition of the guns.
"You all know that the enemy this time is the Reyes Group. In the past, we would never take on such a job. But I heard that the Mata Group recently found a very powerful mutant, and the Reyes Group was unable to cope with it."
said Jack Hammer, the organizer of the five.
"We will rest here for a day before heading to Mexico City."
Most of the five were former special forces members, and even if they were not, they were retired marines who had already experienced many battles. Some of them lay down in the shade of the trees to rest and recover their energy, while others carried rifle target paper and went to the wasteland outside the village to calibrate their weapons.
Jack Hammer, nicknamed Weasel, opened a bottle of cold beer and took a sip.
"We're going to make a fortune this time, Wade. No one in all of Mexico is richer than Filippoto and Barro."
He has a very wide network of contacts among mercenaries, and can often organize people to take on high-commission missions. Although he does not participate in the battles, he can always extract a considerable share from them.
The cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang. Jack Hammer took a look at the caller ID and his expression became serious. He pointed at the phone and said to Wade.
"He's a tough guy, the guy nicknamed Sicario."
He finished speaking and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
A somewhat tired voice came from the other end of the phone.
“You are in Mexico now.”
Jack immediately denied it.
"How is that possible? I'm in New York and I got a big job."
There was a sneer from the other end of the line.
"Well, if I run into you, I won't hold back."
Jack immediately gave in:
"Well, I'm in Mexico, what's going on?"
The person on the other end of the phone said:
"Let me join your team and take charge of the missions of the Mata Group. I'll give you an address and we'll meet in two days."
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An ordinary roadside stall, mainly selling fried pork skin, gorditas and churros. The large pieces of pork skin are fried like corn tortillas, very greasy, and paired with sour pickled cucumbers, the flavor is excellent. Gorditas is very similar to Roujiamo, with diced pork skin, grilled meat and cheese, spread with salsa, and one can fill you up.
Churros is a snack that originated from Spain. It is similar to churros, fried sweet dough sprinkled with icing sugar.
The stall owner was a middle-aged Mexican with a beer belly. At most, he could make more than 5,000 gorditas a day, but at this moment he was busy sweating and exhausted.
A very tall and strong Asian man sat in front of the stall and stuffed the food he had prepared into his mouth almost one bite at a time.
Alejandro helplessly crossed his legs and sat on a plastic chair reading a novel. He looked very out of place in the picture with his suit and tie and the dirty and messy stall.
He had gotten used to Broly's amazing appetite.
A shabby RV drove around the corner and stopped suddenly in front of the stall. The window was rolled down, revealing Jack's face.
"Hey, Alex, long time no see."
Wade, who was sitting in the passenger seat, opened the car door, walked to the stall, pulled over a plastic chair, and sat next to Broly. He said to the boss.
"Give me a cake like this."
"I'm sorry, sir, we're out of materials."
The stall owner actually felt relieved when he said this.
Wade shrugged helplessly, and he reached out and touched Broly's tail around his waist.
"Hey, where did you buy this furry belt? It's very fashionable."
Broly had already trained his tail to no longer be a weakness, and he swung his tail to shake off Wade's hand.
"This isn't a belt, this is my tail."
Wade immediately pulled out a tissue and wiped his hands.
"Sorry, uh, is your tail an organ, similar to the Na'vi braids?"
Broly is a little weird:
"Na'vi?"
Alejandro coughed and said:
"The Na'vi are a species from the movie Avatar, and braids, ahem, are their sexual organs."
Broly silently took a tissue, wiped his greasy hands, then picked up Wade like a chicken and put him upside down into the trash can on the side of the road.
"Do you really want to die, my friend?"
As he spoke, he lifted up the heavy metal trash can and clamped it with his arms. The thick trash can suddenly deformed like mud and tightly clamped Wade.
Wade struggled violently, his two exposed legs shaking.
"No, man, I was just joking, please don't be like this, let me out, I'll apologize to you!"
Broly put the trash can back in place.
"If apologies work, then what is the use of the police?"
By now, Wade was finally a little panicked.
"puff!"
A laugh.
"Jack! Damn it! I heard you laugh!"
Wade thrashed about angrily.
"Pfft, Wade, you know, I've been strictly trained. I usually don't laugh unless I can't help it. Pfft!"